#who am i to deny God the bit which he has assigned me? should i not be ragingly and proudly committed to it instead?

[moonmoonthecrabking]

the release of npmd has made me really want a bi pride wwjd bracelet. because you know, what would Jesus do, but i also want to flag (particularly to other queer people) and that i am not homophobic just because i’m a christian

[sorcerersandskillusers]

Fyodor and the Devil: Analysis of Fyodor's motives and role in the narrative

Asagiri has stated that he based Fyodor not on Dostoyevsky the author but on a specific scene from one of his books The Brothers Karamazov where Ivan Karamazov confronts “the devil” in his room.

(It's a really good book, you should read it if you have time. Also. fun fact, Fyodor and the devil wear the same hat, “His soft fluffy white hat was out of keeping with the season.”)

Having read the book and gone over this scene, I realized that this could be used to find out a lot more about Fyodor as a character than we see in the story, including a potential glimpse at his real motivations.

A bit of context for the scene. Ivan Kramazov is a clever but deeply trouble man who has struggling with the concept of God and rationalising him with the cruelty of humanity, at one point while very sick, Ivan starts seeing a man in his room who claims to be “the devil”. Their conversation is a fascinating look at morality and why evil exists in the world, and if you look at it closely it reveals a lot about the role of a “villain” in a story.

This line from “the devil” is really interesting to me, and seems to explain a lot about Fyodor’s character, as well as align perfectly with how Asagiri has described Fyodor in interviews:

Before time was, by some decree which I could never make out, I

was predestined 'to deny' and yet I am genuinely good-hearted and not at all inclined to negation.

'No, you must go and deny, without denial there's no criticism and what would a journal be without a column of criticism?' 

Without criticism it would be nothing but one 'hosannah.' But nothing but hosannah is not enough for life, the hosannah must be tried in the crucible of doubt and so on, in the same style. But I don't meddle in that, I didn't  create it, I am not answerable for it. Well, they've chosen their scapegoat, they've made me write the column of criticism and so life was made possible.

Basically the devil is saying that he was created because without evil then good means nothing, if everything was perfect then nothing would happen or change, life couldn’t exist, so he was forced to be that evil even though he never wanted to be.

This is so similar to how Fyodor is described in the BSD exposition 2020:

Fyodor is the antagonist, he is the villain of the story, that is the role he plays. This explains why he chooses to commit so many atrocities in the name of  “following God's plan”. It even connects to his line in The Dead Apple, and his ability name. He is both crime and punishment, as “crime” or sin originates with the devil, but it's also the devil who punishes sinners.

(I mean the title of the episode he is introduced in is literally “My Ill Deeds Are the Work of God” by committing evil acts he is fulfilling God's purpose for him.)

And if Fyodor is really based on “the devil” it's very likely he also either does or used to wish for release from this role that was assigned to him, but he knows that he cannot stray from his path or the story will cease to exist. My evidence for Fyodor wanting to be free of his mission is just one interaction, when he kills Karma.

Look at Fyodor's expression here, this is the only time in the entire series where we see him look truly sad. This isn't an act, there is no one there for him to trick, he simply says a quiet prayer for the life of a boy who's only purpose was to suffer and die.

This next part of “the devils” speech actually seems to fit very well for Dazai, it's interesting since he is the narrative foil to Fyodor and clearly is a very similar character.

We understand that comedy; I, for instance, simply ask for annihilation. No, live, I am told, for there'd be nothing without you.

If everything in the universe were sensible, nothing would happen. There would be no events without you, and there must be events. So against the grain I serve to produce events and do what's irrational because I am commanded to.

For all their indisputable intelligence,men take this farce as something serious, and that is their tragedy. They suffer, of course... but then they live, they live a real life, not a fantastic one, for suffering is life. Without suffering what would be the pleasure of it? It would be transformed into an endless church service; it would be holy, but tedious. But what about me? I suffer, but still, I don't live. I am x in an indeterminate equation. I am a sort of phantom in life who has lost all beginning and end, and who has even forgotten his own name. 

This ties perfectly into Dazai and Fyodor’s debate on the nature of God in the sky casino arc.

Dazai here points out that it's not perfection and harmony that make the world move, it's the irrational, it's the foolishness and stupidity of humans who charges into life making a million mistakes but always finding ways to fight on through it. Here Dazai and Fyodor represent the conflicting sides of “the devil” with Fyodor embodying his mission to drive the world and Dazai embodying his secret love for, and wish to join, humanity.

“I love men genuinely, I've been greatly calumniated! Here when I stay withyou from time to time, my life gains a kind of reality and that's what I like most of all. Yousee, like you, I suffer from the fantastic and so I love the realism of earth. Here, with you, everything is circumscribed, here all is formulated and geometrical, while we have nothing but indeterminate equations! I wander about here dreaming. I like dreaming. Besides, on earth I become superstitious. Please don't laugh, that's just what I like, to become superstitious. I adopt all your habits here: I've grown fond of going to the public baths, would you believe it?

And I go and steam myself with merchants and priests. What I dream of is becoming incarnate once for all and irrevocably in the form of some merchant's wife weighing eighteen stone, and of believing all she believes. My ideal is to go to church and offer a candle in simple-hearted faith, upon my word it is. Then there would be an end to my sufferings.”

“"Why not, if I sometimes put on fleshly form? I put on fleshly form and I take the consequences. Satan sum et nihil humanum a me alienum puto."*

* I am Satan, and deem nothing human alien to me.”

This piece from the devil feels like it could be a description of Dazai’s character, his wish above all else to find happiness and love as a human despite believing he is a demon. Both Dazai and Fyodor have strong ties to the Devil, both of them are often described as demonic or inhuman, with emphasis placed on the darkness of their souls and the isolation they feel due to their minds.

But the difference between them is how they dealt with it, Fyodor chose to embrace it and fully commit to his role in the story as the ultimate evil for the greater good, but Dazai has always shown a fasciation with humans and has spent his life trying to connect to them and find meaning in his existence.

Finally, let's look at what we can learn about Fyodor’s motivation. Fyodor is the villain, he is the final obstacle the protagonist has to overcome, he is the driving force behind so much of Atsushi’s life and the reason so much of the series has played out at all. He sent Shibusawa to torture Atsushi as a child, he was an informant to the guild who put the bounty on Atsushi making the mafia turn on him, he was involved in the guild invasion, and obviously he was the master mind behind cannibalism and Decay of Angles.

If he is aware of his position as the antagonist, then he also is probably aware Atsushi is the protagonist, he knew he was the “envy of all ability users” after all, so he knows Atsushi has some significance to the world as a whole.

Atsushi is also the “guide to the book” which is seemingly Fyodor’s end goal, so even though Fyodor doesn’t seem to be focused on Atsushi, he has been indirectly influencing his whole journey up to this point. This also explains why Fyodor is only moving actively now, because the protagonist has appeared and his role as the villain can finally be fulfilled and he, like “the devil” can finally get the “annihilation” he asked for. Hence, Fyodor’s true goal is to erase himself from the narrative.

There is actually quite a lot of evidence for this. The obvious part is that Fyodor wants to rid the world of ability users while he himself is an ability user, he cannot exist in his perfect world. 

Then there’s the fact that in the Dead Apple, Fyodor calls himself “crime” if Fyodor is “crime” or “sin” then a world free of sin would not contain him at all

Even when Fyodor talks about sin, he says how humans are easily manipulated into killing each other, while he constantly manipulates characters into killing each other, he is the cause of the sin he fights.

A really strong bit of evidence is this interview with Asagiri and Harukawa

Not only does Asagiri reiterate Fyodors role as the person who moves the story, Harukawa specifically mentions that Fyodor might be trying to create a world without ability users because he thought it was a “bad thing to do” aka the action a villain would take that would lead to a hero stopping them.

“Dos-san is the biggest villain in the story so far, but I have continued to draw him with spaced out eyes that are neither righteous nor evil for a long time. The only time I drew his eyes completely white was when he said he would create a world without skill users. It was because, in reality, we would decide what is evil or not by our own scales, but I wasn't sure if he himself was doing it because he thought that was a bad thing to do.”

This also connects to how Fyodor was able to understand Gogol when no one else could, Gogol is chooses to fight against the way the world is to prove to himself that he truly is free. Fyodor, who is bound to play a part in a narrative, would understand that feeling and that longing to be truly free.

To be clear, I don’t think that Fyodor is really a good person whose just been trapped in an awful position against his will, we see many times that Fyodor revels in his cruelty and enjoys killing and torturing others. Its the same with “the devil” in the book, although he hates the job he was given, he tells Ivan stories of the people he’s corrupted and seems very proud of himself for it.

My personal interpretation is that the sadistic zelot personality Fyodor displays is a mixture of a mask and a coping mechanism, kind of similar to Yosano developing a sadistic side to help her deal with the guilt of half killing people in order to heal them. I think it makes sense that after centuries of cruelty and manipulation a person would become detached and stop really caring about the lives he destroys.

This analysis is partially unfinshed but I wanted to post it now and see what other people think of it.

[atozphantomsquadron]

Prologue

“If indeed you magnify yourselves against me, and make my humiliation an argument against me, know then that God has put me in the wrong, and closed his net about me. Behold, I cry out ‘Violence!’ but I am not answered; I call aloud, but there is no justice. […] Why do you, like God, pursue me? Why are you not satisfied with my flesh? Oh that my words were written! Oh that they were inscribed in a book! Oh that with an iron pen and lead they were graven in the rock for ever! For I know that my Redeemer lives, and at last he will stand upon the earth; and after my skin has been thus destroyed, then from my flesh I shall see God, whom I shall see on my side, and my eyes shall behold, and not another.” -Job 19: 5-7, 23-27

Transcriber's Foreword

While doing research for a separate work, the occasion came that I needed a copy of a Federal military budget, which was quite cooperatively supplied to me by the General Accounting Office.  It was the discovery of a spare page, one that probably was not intended to be included, that led me to the book you hold in your hand now.

Let me back up a bit.  In November of last year I was assigned to write an article for a prominent blog site about budget overruns in defense.  My Freedom of Information Act request in hand, I contacted the GAO, and after about three weeks’ worth of bureaucratic wrangling I received the records I had been looking for: defense spending spreadsheets for the past ten years.  I should point out, these were about as dry of reading as you can imagine, so night after night of poring over giant lists of expenditures for manpower, equipment, and other such expenses started to get tedious after the first few nights.  It was on the fourth night that I found something interesting.

Looking like it was tacked to the back of a page by accident I found a small budget sheet which did not match the stationery of the spreadsheets.  In fact, it looked like it had been stuck to the other page with strawberry jam, like someone had been eating breakfast while packing up the spreadsheets to mail and collected this sheet by mistake.  (Wonderful government operation, right?)  Sipping my fifth cup of coffee of the evening, I brought the extra page over to the light and found some enlightening content:

-$6,800 motor oil

-$7,350 incense

-$21,000 obstetrician

-$8,355 tuna

-$2,100 shortened uniforms

-$35,000 barrack repairs (slices, burns, bullet holes)

-APPROVED PAID 8 December 2012 CIBO #A13

Now, only one of these expenses, maybe two, seemed to belong in military budgeting.  “Incense?”  “Shortened uniforms?”  These did not make any sense to me whatsoever.  I set the page aside and finished my original defense overrun article, which never mentioned the extra sheet.  I instead asked my editor what he would do if he had found it himself.

“Find out what I can,” he replied, “and write one hell of a book with the results.  Who knows what’ll happen?  You might take down the whole damn DoD.”

I immediately called my lawyer to attempt another FOIA request on the related materials to the sheet, including info on whatever “CIBO #A13” was.  I did not get very far: my request was denied with prejudice, according to counsel, because certain aspects were deemed military secrets and thus remained classified.  Everyone knows, however, that something as trivial as government disapproval is never enough to keep a good writer down.

I remembered that I was owed a favor by a former colleague who now worked in some shady office in DC (I never bothered to ask where).  I asked him about CIBO #A13, which made him stammer for a long time before asking to meet me in a public park not far from my home.  When I saw him, he was looking around in a panic, like people were chasing him.

“You weren’t followed, were you?”

I shook my head.  “My wife might, but she won’t stick around once she realizes you aren’t an affair.”

“Oh ha ha, very funny.”

I sat down next to him on a park bench and showed him the excess page from the defense budget spreadsheets.  “I just need to know what CIBO #A13 is, and why they would need things like what’s on this list.”

My friend rubbed the bridge of his nose before answering.  “You do know I could get killed for telling you what I know, right?”

“Oh come on, this looks like it’s someone’s shopping list, what the hell’s so secret about it?”

He sighed deeply.  “CIBO #A13 is a military unit that officially does not exist.  ‘CIBO’ is an internal acronym for Central Intelligence Black Ops: A13 is this unit’s designation.”

“Have you heard of this unit?”

“It’s hard not to.  They’re kind of secret celebrities, everybody within the government’s heard of them but nobody knows why they’re so well known.”

 Secret celebrities?  Never did a contradiction in terms pique my interest more.  “What do you know about them?”

“It’s not safe to talk here.  Walk this way.”

He led me down a path.  I think that was when I noticed the guys around us that were staring a little too intently.  We wound up in a bathroom facility, in the women’s side.

A little unsure about the situation and hoping no ladies walked in on us, I finally came to the meat of the issue.  “What is unit A13?”

My friend sighed as he closed and locked the door.  “It’s a supernatural unit.  The government officially claims it does not exist, and maintains plausible deniability regarding its operations.  It’s been involved in some major activity over the last eight years, but all of it has been kept hushed up by the government.”

Now this was getting interesting.  “What major activity?”

“Remember the civil war in Africa a few years back, that kingdom that got knocked down?”

“Oh yeah, what was it called … Jerzaan, right?”

“Exactly.  They were there.  They were the reason the civil war started.  Do you recall about four years ago, that televangelist that vanished into thin air?”

I nodded.  “I thought that was awful weird, one day he was the biggest name in the country and the next nobody’s seen him.”

“This unit was involved with that.  The government arranged so that his existence would completely vanish after A13 disposed of him.”

“Wait, wait, wait, disposed of?  These guys are assassins?”

My friend loosened his tie.  “Not exactly.  Hell, it’s probably easier if I do this.”

He slapped a piece of paper in my hand, bid me goodbye, and made his way out of the restroom.  I waited a couple of minutes before I left, looking at the piece of paper in my hand.  All there was on it was an Arizona phone number and the name “Sharpe.”

When I got home that night, after checking my messages and sealing myself in like it was my tomb, I dialed the number.  A very cheerful little girl’s voice on the other end, which I later discovered belonged to four-year-old Alanna Sharpe, happily greeted me and passed me along to her mother.  This led to my first conversation with Ariel Sharpe (nee Vibria).

Ariel at first was unsure about my lines of questioning.  It took a long time for me to gain her trust, to assure her that I was not trying to blackmail her or call her back into service.  After about four phone conversations with her, after getting to know hers and her daughter’s voices like they were my own family, I asked if I could conduct an interview in their home.

“Why do you want to talk to me?”  Her voice was very quiet and shy.  At this point, the thought was never even in my head that I might be asking her to commit a Federal offense just by talking to me.

“I’ve been given knowledge of your activities, and I’m fascinated by the history of them.  But mainly I want to hear about them directly from the people who lived it, the members of your unit, and thus far the only contact information I have is yours.”

She paused for a long time before responding.  “Are you sure you don’t want to talk to my husband?  He was in the unit too, I’m sure you know.”

“Of course,” I lied.  I hadn’t known that!  “But I think I’d like to start with your perspective.  Nobody thinks of women serving in these kinds of units, and I’d like to change that perception.”

That seemed to do it.  She agreed to the interview session, on the condition that the exact location of the place we would conduct it, the Sharpe home, would remain secret.  This is a trust I have maintained despite repeated requests, from my agent and publisher and even family, for the address.  All I will say about the matter is that I arrived at the house two days later, my breath taken away by the majestic canyon view the house backs up to.

Ariel greeted me at my car and escorted me in.  The first impression I got from the house was its candidness, it was very compact and intimately decorated.  I also got the first look at Alanna, who to my surprise met me at eye level: Ariel had told me previously that her daughter was a little flier, and I saw the evidence of this in that she rarely if ever walked inside the house.  Or even let her feet touch the ground.

Ariel led us into the very comfortable den of the house, where we sat on an impossibly plush sofa, my digital recorder sitting between us on a coffee table.  As I played back our interview for the purposes of transcribing Ariel’s life story, I was recently struck by some of our words on the recording:

“Is this appearance comfortable for you, Mr. Martinez?”

“It’s okay, if that’s what makes you comfortable.  But to tell the truth, I would much rather speak to the authentic you.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.  I think I can handle it, if that’s all right with you.”

At this point in the recording, there is a period of loud white noise, followed by a gasp on my end of things.  I thought I had been prepared for Ariel’s above-standard appearance given that I’d just been greeted by a flying toddler, but nothing prepared me for seeing the woman’s real appearance for the first time.  It was a revealing experience, in that her appearance in equal parts invokes thoughts of pity and almost unwatchable beauty, like she has made the most of what technology tried to play God on her with.

This was the start of my relationship with this phantom squadron of supernaturals, otherwise designated as CIBO #A13.  What you hold now in  your hands is Ariel’s account of her life, leading up to that dusty June day when I came to interview this amazing woman, one who has been through so much pain and torment, yet has found so much love and peace.  I have tried to refine it into what can be considered a memoir, but for the most part I have kept Ariel’s words from the interview intact.  At some points, you will find footnotes in regards to things Ariel mentioned which I had to look up later, including the source of that white noise I mentioned earlier.

With the current rise of anti-supernatural sentiment in this country, fueled by paranoid speculation and fanaticism from every corner, it is my hope that by reading the words of this brave soul all sides of the issue will come together and realize that deep down, most if not all of us are truly human, truly good, and truly want to make things better for our children.  Ariel and her husband have done wonders with their daughter Alanna, who is a bright, intelligent, and cheerful little girl, wings and all.  Yes, I may risk imprisonment by bringing this to print, by making this story public, but it’s a necessary sacrifice in my book for the value of the truth.  Much like Ariel says about her husband and daughter, her life’s story is “a precious treasure, one that betters the world because of its presence.”

[sylverstorms]

Cassandra x Maiden----Anonymity

Three months, two days and seven hours.

That is how long you’ve been in Dimitrescu castle for. If rumor is to be believed, you are well on your way to setting the year’s record for longest living maid. Well. ‘Maid’, according to their perception. Your mind always automatically corrects it to something more fitting:

Prisoner.  

You did not choose to work for them. You did not choose to be in this godforsaken place, cleaning crimson stains off the floors, trying to convince yourself the wailing that sometimes reaches your ears is simply the wind. You never would have imagined your life’s end like this, serving wine –no, who are you kidding, it’s too crimson for that— to the Dimitrescus at dinner until one of them snaps and drives the nearest blade into your throat.

Probably Daniela.

It’s not unheard of. And stories of other maids’ murders are plenty.

Daniela has bitten one’s throat off for the crime of addressing her wrongly. Cassandra has left increasingly deep gashes, some of which resulted in deaths, for random offenses, like staring at her for too long. Bela, arguably the more merciful of the three, has snapped necks only when the staff disrespected her sisters’ names, or her mother’s.

You aren’t sure if you want to thank the older maids for this information or yell at them for the nightmares it has caused you. You are lucky to not be in the village, they say –everyone there must already be dead. You are even luckier to have been taken from the dungeon by the Lady herself. It means the daughters don’t know you and the castle is big enough that they may never spare you a glance.

You hadn’t believed it, at first.

Yet in the three months of your stay, you have never come across anyone other than Bela in the sections you were assigned to clean and polish. She passed you by the hallway like she did the decorations and the furniture –and you couldn’t be happier about it. You have caught scarce glimpses of Alcina Dimitrescu, too. Never the other two residents.

Not until the fateful day another maid disappears and the staff’s assigned posts change. You have no say in it and no power to object.

May as well keep my head down and continue to work as carefully as I have. That is the idea. Not to look too much, or think too much, or feel too much. Avoid mistakes because those in the castle are fatal.  

It is a little difficult to remain utterly calm when the sound of swarming insects comes from far behind you, though.

Your blood starts to kick in your veins. Your heart wants to jump out of your chest and make a run for it. You lock your muscles down and summon all the willpower you possess to stay focused on your task.

Please be Bela, please, please, be Bela—

The buzzing dies down. Steps approach you in the otherwise silent hallway. They are too light to be Bela’s. You’re probably screwed, you think, but you keep cleaning the surface in front of you until it’s practically a mirror with how it shines.

The steps halt too close to you for comfort. Out of the corner of your eye, you realize they’ve left bloody imprints on the floor you’ve been polishing for hours now. Dainty, pale fingers are wrapped loosely, almost lazily, around a sickle dripping crimson.    

“Never seen you around, before.” the sound of her voice makes you freeze.

You stop and turn— to face none other than Cassandra Dimitrescu. Her hood is down, brunette waves on point, the dried blood at her chin a terrible contrast to her otherwise attractive face. You… didn’t know she was that pretty, up close.

“I… I have been here for three months. On the opposite wing.” you say. Was I even supposed to reply? You’ll find out soon enough, if your tongue is still attached to your body.

Her eyes give you a quick once-over. “Bela’s been keeping you a secret, huh.” she tsks. Her free hand goes to the handle of the door next to you… and only then do you realize it must be her bedroom. You’re literally assigned to clean the wolf’s den. “Come wake me up when the sun has set, completely.” she emphasizes.

What.

“Uh—”

The crimson-dyed sickle moves until its blade rests underneath your chin, lifting it so your eyes meet hers. From this angle, under the pale lighting of dawn, they look more –stunning— blue than inhuman gold. “No loud sounds. No lights. Got it?”

How can you not, when your life depends on it?

“Yes, my lady.” you reply. You don’t even dare draw breath.

“Good.” In one swift movement, the sickle is gone, the handle turned and she’s already shedding her robe.

You catch a glimpse of a black corset and a narrow waist before you avert your eyes.

The door shuts.

...

Waking Cassandra up can be… tricky, the other maids tell you.

She detests light when she opens her eyes but she also doesn’t want it to be pitch black. You’re not supposed to talk but you can’t shake her, either. Which brings you to the very logical question:

“What the hell am I supposed to do, then?”

To which they have no answer.

They have no answer, you realize with a start… because there’s nobody alive to tell the tale of how to actually wake the brunette sleeping beauty up without simultaneously signing their own death sentence.

The hours pass both too slow and too fast. The sun sets over the horizon.

And you stand, riddled with nerves, outside Cassandra’s room.

A deep inhale later, you turn the handle. The door is left half-open so a bit of light comes in from the hallway. Her bedroom smells like shampoo, bath salts and spices. She must have taken a shower before she went to sleep. You approach the figure tucked under the silken sheets of the queen-sized bed…

Cassandra is lying on her side, one hand underneath her pillow, the other extended loosely towards the edge of the mattress. She probably sleeps naked, at least from the waist up, but thankfully the covers are wrapped around her chest. Their royal red color makes a stark contrast against the paleness of her skin.

Her face is so… serene.

She is a monster and a sadistic killer, yet right there you can’t deny she looks more like a renaissance painting.

Now onto the hard part.

“My lady… the sun has set.” you whisper, kneeled on the floor beside her. No movement comes. “Hey… I’m here to wake you up?” you try again. Still nothing. Shakily, you bring your hand up to the bed. Not daring to touch her, you leave it beside hers, over the covers. “Cassandra?”

She turns her face deeper into her pillow –no, no, you don’t think it’s cute, what’s wrong with you— but at least she’s finally reacting. You call her name one more time.

Her nose scrunches up a little. Long fingers flex –and they touch yours. She’s cold. A pair of blueish ambers blink open to regard you. Not with malice, or with annoyance.

“Good evening.” you speak, unsure of what else to say.

A smirk slowly curves her lips. She looks like a lazy cat pondering whether or not it’s worth it to pounce and that’s not good. It’s not good, not ‘hot’ like your mind suggests. God, you’ve been in this castle so long you are starting to get messed up.

“Mm, breakfast in bed.” she grins and licks her lower lip sexily. Your eyes fly wide open, but her hand is already gripping the front of your black shirt, trapping you there.

How could you ever find this psycho attractive?! you get mad at yourself. Is she hot now that she’s going to kill you?  

But Cassandra only lets out an airy laugh and releases you. You fall backwards on your behind. “Breathe, darling, I’m joking.” She rolls onto her back and seems to wince from it. Her smile vanishes.

“…does… your back hurt?” you ask when you finally find your voice again.

“Ugh, a Lycan landed a hit on me. He’s pieces now, of course, but my muscles still pull.” she says it casually, like it’s a thing that happens.

Silence falls over the room. You take it as your cue to leave. You stand and bow while she’s looking blankly at the ceiling—

But she stops you.

“Wait. Come here.” you don’t like it when she gets that tone, like she came up with something she cannot wait to try. You’re already close to the bed, you’re not sure what she means. Until she pats the spot right next to her. “Don’t make me say it again.”

You won’t. You know what’s good for you.

Hesitantly, you take a seat on the –admittedly very comfortable— mattress. “Yes, lady?”

“Give me a massage.” she says like it’s your job, like she’s the rich woman in a spa and it’s what’s expected. She turns onto her front, bearing her naked back to you and you have less than five seconds to come to terms with the thought of straddling her.

Carefully, you bring your knees on either side of her thighs and pull the sheets so they rest low at her waist. You feel warmer than you should given the temperature of the castle. If she knows the fine teasing line she’s walking, she is loving every inch of it.

Cassandra loves being the center of attention and she loves being pampered, you realize.

It’s probably amusing to her to make you fluster, but this is also an opportunity for you to get on her good graces. She is a dangerous one and it’ll be a great asset for your survival if she’s leaning favorably towards you. Win-win situation. You just have to be good at your job. Like always.

By some miracle of God, you do know how to work the tension out of muscles.

The first time you touch her, you simply rest your hands on her back to warm it. She doesn’t seem to object, from the way lean muscle stretches out under your fingers. Cassandra feels cool, but not hard like marble. Her skin yields under your touch, soft and smooth.

As you apply more pressure to your stokes, she starts to let out little sighs that you have to mute in your mind before they start to affect you. You’ve been high-strung and without sex for too long. Your body all too eagerly intercepts this death-trap as foreplay.

Minutes roll by.

You alternate between all the methods you know. The one that really seems to get her is when you drive your thumb into the knots and end with a little circle.

Cassandra is –God help you— openly moaning every time you press more. It is a bit too much pressure you’re applying though and you don’t know if you’re hurting her and she’s just into it.

“Is this too much…?” you ask. Fuck, why do you sound so breathless?

“No, it’s good.” she husks back.

“Harder?” You don’t know what innocent means, anymore.

Cassandra sends that little smirk again over her shoulder. “Harder.” she replies and the extra flair she puts into it is enough to nearly fry your brain. And other parts of you.

You’re pretty sure you need a cold shower by the time you leave her room.

...

At diner, you hang back in the shadows, gaze downcast.

You do not need to know what the Dimitrescu family is eating, nor what they’re drinking. You do not need to see Cassandra or risk catching Daniela’s gaze. You love your anonymity in the castle. It has kept you alive.

But it is shattered like frail glass when you bring another bottle of Sanguis Virginis to the table. You’ve almost retreated back to your place, when Daniela’s eyes zero in on you.

“She’s the human!” she exclaims like she’s made the world’s most startling discovery. Bela seems to understand, but the Lady and Cassandra frown over their glasses.

“I am almost afraid to ask, love.” Lady Alcina says…

And she’s right.

“The one who made Cassandra go ‘harder’ and ‘yes, yes!’ earlier this evening.” she impersonates in her sluttiest voice and then breaks into a fit of cackles. Bela’s lip twists into a withheld chuckle.

Lady Dimitrescu nearly chokes on her wine.

Cassandra slaps the back of Daniela’s head. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Girls.” Alcina warns and glares until the table calms again.

Then, her eyes curiously fall upon you.

So much for your anonymity.

Ko-Fi

[astrovian]

the official ranking of Claude Becker outfits

the official ranking of Daniel Miller outfits here

the official ranking of Adam Price outfits here

all Claude Becker outfits & rankings under the cut

we all know RA looks good in a suit, blah, blah, blah

after two of these rankings, this outfit is the physical embodiment of a yawn

I do appreciate the patterned tie to change things up a tad even if I’m not into the pattern itself. the intent is there, just not the execution

I will give props to the team for giving Claude a patterned dress shirt here (you have to squint a bit on the second image - more on patterned dress shirts later), but they really should have upped the game a little - change the tie & be less subtle with the shirt pattern

and I ask you, does Claude Becker not strike you as a man who would insist on at least a pocket square with his suits?? dream bigger stylists

3/10

@whoever stores old movie props if these weren’t disposed of immediately after filming i will pay you for a copy of one of these

putting aside the hilarious social commentary and fucking literal writing on this magazine cover done by some poor prop designer at 2am (”How to starve artists and other capitalist things”, as well as ”Claude Becker rolls up his shirtsleeves and unties his tie and puts on a vest and casually hangs his hands from his pockets” etc.), this is a nice change-up that made me question why we don’t have RA in just a waistcoat and dress shirt more often

also that tie pattern? fab. I love it. that is how to do a patterned tie. I hope we all know RA looks good in a suit, blah, blah, blah is paying attention

that being said, minimal points because we don’t actually see Claude wearing it in real life

4/10

where, oh where is my polo shirt? oh look, it’s right there

is there any RA character who is not afflicted with a polo shirt? not recently, apparently

I genuinely thought that it was a dress shirt for a moment which had me disappointed at the banality but then that turned into utter devastation as I realised we actually are looking at a long sleeve zip up polo shirt

the draping of the coat? phenomenal and what really brings this entire thing together

the long/three-quarter sleeves? the zip-up rather than buttons? better than one can normally expect from a polo shirt... and then they went and added stripes to the collar and sleeves?? regret

could be a lot worse but could ultimately also not be a polo shirt as well 4.5/10

could have tried harder during lessons but was a pleasure to have in class

I’m sure you all know my long-sleeve shirt obsession with RA but I made a promise to be honest with myself on these lists. the only feeling this outfit evokes is a ‘eh’

the equivalent of a middle slider 5/10

the Claude you’d actually have a fun day with

there’s something about RA in a hoody that just bangs. good lord I also have a weakness for those forearms

I also thought for a good moment these were dark jeans, but they disappointingly turn out to be sweatpants? however, it has made me think that we need to see RA in some darker denim shades more often 

this Claude is could have tried harder during lessons but was a pleasure to have in class but with just a little more fun and class to boost it *just* outside of the ‘eh’ zone

5.2/10

now this is how we do a long-sleeved shirt

I think it’s been fairly well-established by now that loose, long-sleeved RA is my ultimate weakness, so it’s nice to see that Ocean’s 8 is also making a concerted effort to murder me

also Claude’s obsession with sweatpants is giving me life

this is the Claude you make pasta with. and that pasta would be damn tasty, too

5.9/10

come hither

just-woken-up Claude is made 100x better by the bed head hair and the sleepy gaze

this man needs to get back into bed for a snuggle (preferably with me)

I can’t decide if I’m into the loose boxers or missing the tighter Adam Price undies. either way, it’s definitely not a bad aesthetic. and it reminds me, like dad chic Adam Price, that we don’t get enough of RA in shorts

I feel bad assigning numbers to a a shirtless one BUT Claude does transform into being fully-clothed in this scene so I’m going with it 6.4/10

you can kiss my hand anytime

the blessing of this film is not only the visual assault of attractive actors from all sides and genders, but it also instigates in me the thought that RA is wearing printed dress shirts and I can’t remember the last time I saw this?? I never even realised how much I need to see a lot more of this kind of look on RA until we were blessed with this vision

look at those lil’ elephants!! adorable. I hope Claude has a closet full of these with different animals on them

this outfit was so good, RA even wore it in his behind-the-scenes interview

7/10 for a printed, suited dream

the Claude you take home to mom & dad

god, it’s even better without the suit jacket

this is my honest appeal to the powers that may or may not be to put RA in more printed dress shirts

7.6/10

sometimes I think I should be more ashamed of myself

I feel like I need to preface this one thusly: okay, but like hear me out for real this time

I know this is ultimate hipster white-dude look and RA plays into that character so fantastically with Claude here. I mean just look at his expression. something about this whole look makes me want to simultaneously punch this man in the face and also take him home with me

this is a man who you know is a mistake before you make it, but choose to follow through anyway. he’s that last shot of tequila or the 5th glass of wine. you know you would go for him too. don’t even try to deny it

is the high ranking because of the novelty factor? is it because I’ve never seen RA wear a beanie like that and honestly the infamous running Daniel Miller could take notes? is it because I can’t take anyone who wears a beanie like that seriously?

all we do know is that I also can’t believe this is so high on the list

7.8/10

the moment we all learned Claude is 100% a bottom

one of the most iconic Claude moments in the film. RA plays the ‘dumb horny idiot’ character so well in this scene

not so into the pinstriped suit jacket but the hoodie peeking out from underneath combined with the thin scarf makes it for me

8/10

question: how may teeny-weeny scarves does Claude own, exactly?

who could forget the iconic moment when Sandra Bullock nearly shivs RA?

we have another printed dress shirt and I am HERE for it. it even has birds this time!! nice to see that Claude is not just a land mammal sort of man

I will concede that this is the sort of pattern that few men can pull off but RA is making it work and I am living

8.7/10

I’m not sure I can make a comment on this one that is even remotely appropriate except for “I told you Claude is a bottom”

safety first, buy some proper restraints for the bedroom please Claude/10

 modern royalty au Thorin

this is the moment that every single Hobbit fan went “hell yeah, now I have the perfect new aesthetic for my modern royalty Hobbit AU” (as an avid lotr/hobbit fan, I am not joking here)

RA looks like royalty here because he should be. please sign my petition to have RA usurp the British Queen

for real though, that baby blue sash is the 1000% perfect added touch to this suit and we love RA in a baby blue. a decent (and clearly successful) effort to match the faux Met Gala theme: European royalty. however, it is also pretty accurate re: the imaginative effort that most men have with altering their Met Gala outfits to fit that year’s theme

we need more RA in ‘modern royal’ roles for the #aesthetic and also so that he can dress like this more often

9.3/10 for a princely (or dare I say kingly?) figure

James Corden looks so gleeful running after Claude that it makes me happy. I get it, James. I get it

there’s really nothing spectacular about the general outfit here - except for the swagger RA is giving this

pants? shirt? boring, meh

check scarf? a brilliant switch up from Claude’s normal thin scarves. 

the popped coat? now we’re cooking

the sunglasses and wind-ruffled hair that screams “I’m hungover but I still look effortlessly handsome”? delectable

the dogs?? the best set dressing one could ask for

the attitude and ‘I’m too cool for you’ swagger? priceless and what makes this the second-best outfit of the whole film

9.6/10 this man could punch me and I would be grateful

hot diggity dog, someone get me Claude’s handcuffs

from the front view, it could be argued that this outfit (well, technically it may not really be a separate outfit as it’s the undone version of modern royalty au Thorin), while fairly exceptional, does not first place make

however, someone had the idea to shoot RA from a side angle in this and for that I am eternally in their debt

it’s all about the tease with this one. the glimpse of the suspenders (and holy shit, RA in suspenders was not a look I had thought about before). the way the waist coat hangs off Claude’s chest like that, just enough to make its presence obvious. the cufflinks. the delicate pocket watch chain.

if previous outfits on this list have been all sex and swagger, this is the foreplay. the subtle strip tease.

10/10 

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Eternal Love ~ Diavolo x Reader

Today was supposed to be just an ordinary day of school, until I was informed by Lucifer that Diavolo wants me to attend the council meeting as well, so who am I to deny such a gracious invitation?

Apparently, we were supposed to discuss the plans for the school’s festival, and they picked me to be the leader, which should be pretty fun!

“That sounds like fun! Thank you for trusting me with something as big as this! But...What do I have to do? Is there anything fixed already, or do we brainstorm and come up with the most exciting thing?” I asked, giving the prince a cat-like smile of excitement. “We change ideas yearly, so I’d like to hear all your thoughts and ideas that come into your mind.” Diavolo asked us, which made us all ponder.

After discussing the official problems, like budget, what each class wanted to do, if there were any problems, or two classes who wanted to do the same things, any objections, we started coming up with ideas.

“How about a band? I’ve seen you during Karaoke nights, and Asmo’s voice is amazing! Besides, you’re all thousands of years old, I’m sure all of you know how to play at least one instrument. And Levi, if you don’t want to take this as a Guitar Hero type of game, and are too socially anxious, you can make the band’s costumes!” I suggest, which made the brothers talk between themselves. “I wanna be the vocalist! And we gotta sell lots of merch...How much are we gonna charge for admission?” Mammon got incredibly excited, which made Lucifer sigh and shake his head. “Well, that settles it. The idea is rejected.” he muttered, making me sigh as well. “Great...No more music...But how about a play? Doing little plays is quite a thing down there in the human world. What do you say?” I asked, snapping my fingers in realisation. “Ohh, I bet that would be fun!” Asmo chimed in, along with his brothers. “And it means we can cosplay! I’m all in!” Levi grinned in glee. “Sounds like fun! Y/N, you’ll be in charge of putting together the production.” Diavolo nodded at us, giving the approval. “That means I am allowed to come up with the play’s script? And the roles? What to do with the background, music, costumes, magic effects and all that?” my grin widened even more, as did his. “Of course! Have fun, that’s the most important thing! By the way you’re so enthusiastic, I’m sure the end result is going to be great. Do you already have an idea?” he asked, which made me nod vigorously. “Y/N, what are you going to work on first? Also, you’re going to have to give all of us an assignment.” Lucifer pointed out, but most of it got overlooked. “I’m going to write the script! I am inspired by a beautiful story from the human world, written a century ago, but only published recently. Is that okay?” I asked, trying to hold on to my excitement. “Ohhh! Is it a tragic love story, like Romeo and Juliet?” Asmo asked, jump behind me, and hugging me. “Yes, much so much better! It has romance, it has fantasy, it has adventure, it has tragedy, it has despair, it has sorrow...It has everything you can think of, all thread together in such a wholesome story!” I explain, which made Asmo take a hold of my hands, waltzing together messily. “I love it! Let’s do it! Can I be the prince charming?” he giggled, which made me stop and smirk. “I...Had something else in mind. Diavolo, do you want to be in our play?” I let out a low chuckle, which seemed to make him widen his eyes. “Of course! I would be honoured to get included in it!” he grinned, giving a mirthful laugh. “Sweet, then it’s settled! I will do my best to work on the script and give everyone their roles, come up with some music, special effects, the background decor and costume ideas. Now, you’ll have to excuse me, I have to go have a talk with Simeon.” I smirked mischievously as I skipped out of the council room, not caring about Lucifer’s protests, since I wasn’t officially dismissed.

The whole night I spent revisiting the book I had in mind that would be the influence for the script, and started writing on my laptop everything, while listening to Eurielle’s many angelic songs and sending them to Simeon, so he would know what to do.

Needless to say, I was nothing short of excited beyond borders of imagination, clearly never having expected to be able to take part in something so great, as to create and take part in a play of such caliber...There’s no way I won’t make this anything more than perfect, that’s for sure, especially since this book has been so close to my heart and soul for a long time now.

And so, days passed, Simeon agreed to be the harp player, since he’s an angel and nobody could best him, and the narrator was Solomon, who would help me and Satan with the magic effects.

I would be the female protagonist, while Diavolo would be the male protagonist. Barbatos would be the one to sacrifice his life to save Diavolo. Satan was going to be the frenzied werewolf, while Lucifer will be the enemy hound turned ally that would fight alongside Diavolo.

Belphegor will be the evil king, and Beel will play the role of his most loyal servant, while Asmodeus shall be the girl’s father, and Mammon would be one of the Gods, the Judge of the Dead, Master of Doom.

This left Luke to be one of the enemy werewolves, while Levi, who would have as few lines as possible, considering he would be too busy with the costumes, would be the owner of the Hound.

And so, we began rehearsal for the play, earning lots of praises from everyone for writing something so great in such a small amount of time, while also keeping it short, making sure nobody would forget their lines and timings by mistake.

“You’re doing very well, Diavolo! But try to be a little less stiff, okay? Try to relax, it will make things more natural.” I started massaging his shoulders as soon as I gave everyone a little break. “Sorry, I guess I’m a bit intimidated since you are a natural at this.” he chuckled lightly, offering me a thankful smile. “Hmm...I wouldn’t say I’m a natural, per se, but I read the original book a few times before, and I wrote the script. Or maybe it’s because I’m a human...I don’t know, it’s always been easy for me to act.” I shrugged, dragging a chair to sit in front of him. “That much is obvious. Look at them, you inspire all of them to learn their lines and come up with the best version of themselves. It’s very rare when I see everyone working together so diligently...Thank you for you effort, Y/N.” Diavolo took ahold of my hands, squeezing them lightly. “No need to thank me, Dia...I’ve always dreamt of doing something like this, but I never really had an opportunity to do anything more than 1 minute skits. This is a dream come true...So really, I should be the one thanking you instead.” I chuckled, tilting my head slightly. “I’m glad to hear that, then. There is no doubt in my mind that the festival is going to have more success than it ever has before.” he grinned, making him look something like a Golden Retriever puppy. “And you don’t even know about my Trump Card. Well, in truth, nobody really does...Except for Simeon, but I have a reason to that, so you better be eager and awaiting for that.” I winked at him playfully, which seemed to get him in an even more curious and cheerful mood. “I certainly can’t wait until we perform on stage.” he nodded, making me take a deep breath and smile softly. “Yeah...Me too.”

I said that, and yet, time sure flies so fast that I barely realised today was the day of the play, and Asmo and Levi were helping me into my costume, doing my hair and make up, while the others were in their demon forms - Except for Diavolo, of course - and so, we went backstage, checking that the lights were perfect, the background decor was in check, Solomon had his lines written down, since he will be backstage, yet his voice will resound throughout the room regardless.

“Is everyone ready?” I clapped my hands together, grinning and biting my lip, trying to keep my nervousness in check. “I’m a nervous wreck!” Levi whined, and yet, he was thankful he didn’t have to do too much on stage. “I can’t wait to get up on stage and SHINE!” Asmo chimed in, pushing Levi to the side. “Diavolo...Are YOU ready? You are the protagonist, after all. You have the most lines, the most interactions with everyone and so on.” I look at him with a gentle smile. “Y/N, Diavolo has been doing public speeches for centuries and longer, I doubt he’d be as anxious as others are...Or you, that is.” Lucifer gave a side smirk. “Don’t speak for others, Luce~!” I thrilled playfully, earning nothing more than an amused scoff. “I am more excited, than nervous, but Lucifer isn’t wrong.” the prince chuckled softly, giving me a nod of thanks. “Very well, then, the play is going to start now. Solomon, Simeon, it’s your cue.” Lucifer pointed out as Levi and Satan raised the curtains just as Diavolo got on the stage, and was surrounded by fire and some magic-made enemies.

Diavolo’s make up made him look as if he had been fighting long and bravely, and yet, he and his army lost, his father was defeated by the enemies, and now, he was trying his best to escape with his life.

“Diavolo, the son of the Leader of Men, was the sole survivor of the attack from the Dark Lord, the feared Belphegor, the once God of Valar, who turned evil and stole the Sacred Jewels, the ones who gave immense power to Elves, the pure Silmarils, and so, he was able to easily wipe out every village of men, dwarves, dunedain, trents and elves alike, with no such thing as discrimination. And so, the brave Diavolo ran away from the place he once called home, that was now nothing more than fire, ruin and ashes flowing in the sky, and found himself in another place altogether. It was the realm of Elves, the most beautiful and gracious beings alive, and here, in Doriath, he ended up in a glade, filled with so many colourful flowers, illuminated by the silver light of Mother Moon...And there he saw her.” Solomon narrated the story, and then stopped for a few seconds, allowing him, Satan and myself to mutter some spells so the background will change, along with the holograms and the lights.

There was nothing more than darkness, for just a split second, which allowed me to jump up on the stage, and thus, a gentle light appeared, with me in the spotlight, as I did a small dance, while surrounded by holographic forest critters and a unicorn.

“There, his eyes found her, a maiden more fair than any he has seen before, and he was unsure whether he was being cheated by some spell, or if what he was seeing was reality, for the pain he felt was no more...And he was wondering whether seeing her cured if of all wounds. Blue was her raiment, as the unclouded heaven, but her eyes were grey, as the starlit evening; her mantle was sewn with golden flowers, but her hair was dark as the shadows of twilight. As the light upon the leaves of trees, as the voice of clear waters, as the stars above the mists of the world, such was her glory and her loveliness ; and in her face was a shining light...And so, Diavolo fell in love with the Elleth dancing in front of him.” Solomon continued the story, which was my cue to stop dancing.

“What is this I am seeing? A mortal ranger, wounded, seeking refuge in Doriath, the Realm of Elves? You must be rather bold, are you not?” I stopped dancing, and approached him, circling and interrogating him. “I had nowhere else to go, My Lady, for the Dark Lord, Belphegor, has laid waste to my home and my family. I am the sole survivor, yet my heart burns with sorrow and need to wreak vengeance upon the enemy who took my father’s life so cruelly.” he explained, regaining his senses and breath. “I see...So Belphegor has started his rampaging once again...It truly is a pity that life cannot be without death inflicted before its time. Very well, then...I shall welcome you in my home, so you can feed yourself and have your wounds treated.” I nodded at him, motioning for him to follow me, only for him to stop me with his questioning. “My Lady...May I know the name of the fairest elleth in the world?” he asked with such a gentle and sweet tone, that it made my heart skip a few beats. “My name...Is Luthien.” I answered, looking down for a few seconds, before turning away once again. “Y/N...Y/N...Such a beautiful name, for such a beautiful woman...And your voice rivals any nightingale. You are a wonder among wonders.” he spoke out, making me widen my eyes and blush, flustered, turning around to face him properly. “You should not speak such sweet words without telling your name first, stranger. It would be nothing less than disrespectful, especially should my father be informed of this folly of yours.” I spoke a bit harshly, yet the jesting tone was obvious in my voice. “My name is Diavolo, my dear, and from the moment I laid my eyes upon you, I fell in love with you. You will have to forgive me for being so bold and rash with my words, I am but a simple mortal man, yet my heart will know no more joy unless you know my feelings for you.” he spoke, kneeling in front of me, which took a lot of effort not to blush more than I already was. “Raise up, brave warrior, and let me heal your wounds, both the flesh ones, and the ones your heart felt so far, for I seem to share the same feelings as you do.” as so, I put my hands over his, and humming a little song, I made a spell to remove the dirt and make up from him, so it would look as if his he had his wounds treated.

The lights went down once again, the background changed to that of a kingdom, and Asmo, wearing a crown, as he was the Elven King, sitting on a throne, and of course, he was shining, beautiful, glorious, just as he always is.

“You think you are worthy of my daughter’s heart? How foolish! You, nothing more than a mere human, whose life is hanging by the thin thread of a spider that could be so easily severed, even by something as insignificant as an illness? I commend you for your braveness, so I would not say, foolishness! I shall allow you to stay here, but you are a mortal, and your place is not here, among the elves!” Asmo’s voice was serious and booming, which was something not many would expect from someone as soft and adorable as him. “My Lord...With all due respect, but my heart belongs to your daughter, and no power in this world is strong enough to erase my love for her. I beg of you, Lord Asmodeus, allow me to marry your darling Tinuviel, and if you need me to prove my worth, give me any task, and it shall be done!” Diavolo kneeled in front of the throne of the lord, who frowned in displeasure. “Tinuviel...? Now you went as far as to give my daughter the nickname of a Nightingale...You heard her angelic voice...You are truly undeserving!” he leaned forwards in the throne, slamming his fist on one of the armrests. “Father, please, hear him out! His love for him is as true as the beauty of the stars, and so is mine for him! You will doom me to an eternal life of sorrow, should you not accept him, so father, please be reasonable!” I fell to his feet, hugging his legs, and I was sure Asmo’s face softened with conflict, as he put his hand on my head, as a way to make me raise my gaze. “My daughter...You, an immortal, fell for someone who will die before you can even realise you were courting him. However, if you are so sure of your own feelings for him, then I shall give him a task, to prove himself worthy of you, my darling. Listen carefully, Diavolo, for I will only say it once - Should you succeed in getting back at least one of the Sacred Jewels, I will allow you to wed my wife.” he spoke, which made me jolt to my feet in an instant. “But father...! The Three Silmarils were all stolen by the Dark Lord Belphegor, the very foe who destroyed his family and village! You are dooming him to sure death!” I gasped, letting a few tears fall down my face. “If that means I will be allowed to marry you, then I will do anything you wish me to. I thank thee for this opportunity, and I shall depart at morn, at the earliest hour.” Diavolo nodded, sharing a look with Asmodeus, which made me throw myself at the man. “No, Diavolo, don’t go! You will perish, if not by the Dark Belphegor, but by his lackey, Sauron, or one of the countless orcs he’s making! You cannot succeed...Not on your own!” my eyes were wide with fear, and he only smiled softly, kissing my forehead gingerly. “Have faith in my, my darling nightingale, for I shall return to you, no matter what. I vow on my pride as a human, so wait for me, and if I shall not return, I beg of you to sing me a wonderful requiem, but not to mourn for me. I love you, Y/N.” he spoke, before leaving off the stage, and so, the lights went off once more.

The stage became now an elvish stronghold in the middle of a wasteland, where Diavolo met Barbatos, Leviathan, Lucifer and a few more generic elf-holograms, and they talked about how to get inside the enemy’s garrison.

“And so, Diavolo arrived in the wasteland, the territory of the enemy, only to stumble upon an elvish stronghold, where he met Barbatos, another Elven King, Leviathan, one of the sons of the Elven Lord who once created the Silmarils, and his loyal Hound, Lucifer, the most powerful Hound, dating from the First Ages. Prophecy has it that only the most powerful werewolf could ever defeat Lucifer, so Leviathan knew that he could trust his companion. While Lord Barbatos agreed to join Diavolo’s cause, as he once swore an oath to Diavolo’s father, to aid his kin if in need, so they took a few warriors and went to the enemy territory disguised as nasty orcs. Leviathan, however, was very much against their quest, as he believed the Silmarils belong to him, legacy from his father, so he took Lucifer and went after them.” the white haired wizard spoke out, letting the scene unfold before him.

“Are you with me, brothers? I will be honest, my quest is a selfish one, and by taking the Jewel, I will be allowed by Asmodeus, the Elven King, to marry his daughter, the fairest maiden to exist. However, I am sure that no matter what, as soon as the Jewels are out of Belphegor’s posession, the world will have less peril and ruin.” Diavolo spoke out, which seemed to impress the Elven King. “As per the oath I swore to your father long ago, when we first fought side by side in wars, I shall aid you in any quest you will find yourself, young Diavolo. To hear that my old and dear friend met his doom by the hands of the Belphegor’s lackeys is nothing short than an insult! I am with you.” Barbatos spoke out, patting Diavolo on the shoulder and taking a few trusted men by his side. “You cannot take the Silmarils from the Dark Lord, Diavolo, no matter with how many men you march to his garrison. The Silmarils belong to my family, for my father forged them, and they gave power to the Two Sacred Trees of Valar! You have no right to take them, no matter the affections your mortal heart holds for some elleth you don’t deserve!” Leviathan frowned, at them, but Diavolo didn’t heed any of his warnings. “I am sorry, Leviathan, but this must be done. I shall not allow Belphegor to wipe more innocent lives from Arda, out Earth!” Diavolo spoke with much confidence, fire and conviction, leaving the place, while also igniting a fighting spirit in his men. “Not fair...That’s not fair! How could they even think of doing something like that?! Lucifer...We must stop them at all cost! And did you hear that? That stupid, wretched human wants the hand of the daughter of King Asmodeus! Ha, as if! But imagine...If we take the Silmarils, and I give the King only one, without him knowing that I possess the other two, he will surely let me wed Y/N, and we will create a strong alliance this way! Everyone will bow down to me, the Mighty Leviathan!” he chuckled darkly, motioning for Lucifer to join him as they ran away after Diavolo’s party.

“What nobody was aware of, however, was that Y/N, afraid for her paramour’s fate, fled from home in search of Diavolo, to aid in the task he was given - And yet, just as she arrived on the enemy’s territory, she was found by Lucifer’s keen sense of smell, which allowed his owner to kidnap her and imprison her in a tower, guarded by Luke, one of the most powerful werewolves in Beelzebub’s army. As she was left alone, in a cell, she pleaded to Lucifer to let her escape, and it seems he, for once in his long life, felt pity for the elleth, and decided to aid her.” Solomon continued the story, and so, the stage changed to the prison tower I was held captive in, with Luke, dressed very uncharacteristically evil, was guarding me, and Lucifer’s eyes bore straight into my soul.

“Why would one, so strong and great as yourself, aid the cause of evil? Leviathan, a once proud elf of benevolent will...His heart became darker than the nightly abyss. Look at what he is doing - Trying to cheat my father, to deceive him, only for his own selfish desire to quench his thirst for power. He is miserable, that one, but he is more pitiful than ever. I wonder, my poor Diavolo...Have you seen him? Is he still alive and well? Oh, how I miss him so, and fear for his life, for he is fragile, and brittle, nothing more than a human resembling the first Snowdrop of Spring. May the great Eru Illuvatar watch over him, for I cannot but mourn and sing for his glory the way I am now.” I grabbed the bars of the cells, letting tears fall down my face as soft sobs escaped my throat. “Tell me, Y/N...” Lucifer spoke, for the first time in ages, as he crouched down to my level, and said, in a softer voice, as to not alarm the enemy. “Are you willing to do anything to save your beloved mortal? You speak of my master’s pitiful state, and yet, you do not see yourself and the misery in which you wallow as we speak. I can sense your magic is strong, and you could aid the one you hold so dear to yourself. Should you lend me your power, I will be able to properly defeat your enemies and help your reunite with him. Will you accept me, Elleth Princess?” his voice was velvety, as with one hand he raised my chin up, to look into my glistering eyes. “Yes.” was the only answer I gave him, as he raised with a smirk, piercing poor Luke with his glare.

Muttering a spell, I proceeded in putting a protective shield around Lucifer, that grated an improvement in his powers, and so, he was easily able to take down Luke. However, sensing danger, Beelzebub, the Dark Lord’s most powerful vassal, came forth to attack him, in the form of a werewolf, knowing the prophecy, the only way of defeating the Great Hound Lucifer.

But it was in vain, for my power, combined with Lucifer’s, meant for nothing short of greatness, and so, we were able to defeat him.

“Beelzebub, you have been defeated, and so, you must free all the prisoners you have taken! There is nothing more for you to do, except to obey!” my voice was firm, and clear, and with a growl from the defeated lord, he begrudgingly freed the prisoners, before he became one himself. “You will not escape this place with your lives still your own, you silly elleth! You think anyone can defeat the Dark Lord? Never! Belphegor is undefeated!” Beel’s dark, booming voice echoed throughout the dark prison tower. “We seek not to defeat him, but deprive him of most of his power. And we will succeed, without question, nor fail.” I spoke with grace, sure of myself, until Lucifer guided me away from the cell. “Maiden, you must flee. Enemies are making their way here. Take this passageway and be reunited with your lover. I will make sure not even one of these disgusting orcs may come and hinder your path.” Lucifer said, staying on high alert. “I will eternally be grateful for your aid, Lucifer. I wish to see you soon, and well.” I nodded at him, running away, and the scene cut with Lucifer getting ready to fight some holograms, while Beel was able to flee by transforming into a fly and getting out through the barred window.

“But not everything turned out as great on Diavolo’s side, as he, too, was ambushed by enemies, and his whole little army was taken captive, and executed one by one, until only Diavolo himself, and King Barbatos remained. Enraged by this folly, just as the human was about to get mangled by the great werewolf executing them, the Elven King managed to break the shackles and wrestled the beast with all his might, until both of them perished, and thus, successfully completing the vow he swore to his father.” Solomon continued on the narration, as the stage showed, for just a little bit, the heroic act of Barbatos sacrificing himself, allowing Diavolo to escape with his life.

“Go, and complete the task you set yourself on! Be successful, and reunite with your lover once more. There may came a day when you will die, but I assure you, today is not that day. I have already foreseen your greatness.” were the Elf’s last words, as Diavolo thanked him, and the scene was cut once again, to where I and Diavolo are reunited at the gates of the throne room.

“Diavolo, my darling, you are alive! I prayed and prayed for the great Eru Illuvatar to shine his light upon you and protect you from harm...And here you are, alive, and in my arms once more! I cannot but weep in joy, seeing you before me, my beloved Diavolo!” I cupped his face, examining him for any wound, before kissing his face, not caring that the height difference was making it pretty difficult. “Y/N...! My beautiful nightingale, what fareth thou in this terrible place? You should be safe, at home, with your father, not on this plagued wasteland of death, in the heart of the very enemy we fear the most!” he was shocked, and afraid for my well-being, but before I could reply, a long tail swept him away from my embrace, throwing him to the ground, and the enemy was revealed none other than Leviathan, who wore an evil smirk on his face, looking down at the mortal. “You...! How dare you do such a thing! First, you imprison me, wanting to use me for my father’s power and title, and now, you try to destroy the one being I love the most in this life? Unforgivable! You will never be welcomed back to Valinor, not matter how much you beg and grovel on your knees!” I threatened him, but he only seemed to laugh mockingly. “How adorable of you, some weak elleth, to think that you could come between me and my aspirations. You truly believed some mortal would be able to take the great Silmarils, feat that so many armies of Elves failed to do? You have lost your mind, Y/N! But here, with his death, you will have no more reason to be here. I heard your voice is truly magical...If your voice was to put to sleep the whole place, stealing the Silmarils would be an easy feat, and so, I will be the most powerful an Elf can get!” Levi spoke out, his long tail swishing left and right, as I ran to Diavolo, holding him to my chest as I healed his wounds...Only to notice a figure rushing towards us, and it was now my turn to smirk, as the enemy was trampled to the ground, easily destroyed. “Lucifer, you have returned so fast! The enemies proved to be no match for your might, did they?” I grinned brightly at him, as he only scoffed in amusement. “And your paramour seems to be doing great now that you’ve healed him. It seems that my former master became driven by evil more than I anticipated...It truly is a pity that he turned this way, but there was no way to live the way he did.” Lucifer spoke, and so, the place went dark, so the stage would change to Belphegor’s throne room, him, wearing a crown.

Taking a deep breath, I started singing a spell, just as Leviathan previously suggested, which put to sleep every living being in the place, and so, Diavolo was able to cut away one of the Jewels from his crown. He continued with the second one, but misfortune seemed to follow us, as a little piece from the crown fell on the Dark One’s face, waking him up from his slumber.

“You...! You, puny worms, truly think you could defeat me? Steal away the Silmarils from my possession, and walk away, unscathed?! How impertinent of you! You shall be tortured for an eternity, and even longer than that!” Belphie’s growl resounded through the place with an even graver tone, thanks to Solomon’s magic.

Diavolo took my hand, and we started running, the light flashing, to make it look as if we were going for a longer pace, until we arrived at the gates, guarded by none other than Satan, a werewolf bred specifically to kill Lucifer, to complete the long-foreseen prophecy.

“Satan attacked Diavolo, and before he, or Lucifer, could retaliate, Satan bit off the hand that was gripping the Jewel tightly. As Diavolo ell to the ground, gripping his hand and wailing in agony, the purity of the jewel emanated a strong light in the werewolf’s belly, which set him on a frenzy. He was berserk, clearly lost his mind, and there was nothing that anybody could do to reverse the process. This feat of luck, however, allowed the maiden to call out to the mighty Eagles, who flew them back home. Together, they spoke the tale of their adventure to King Asmodeus whose heart softened by everything they have been through, and despite not completing the task, allowed the two lovers to marry.” the sorcerer spoke the tale, that seemed to be the happy end...

The scene cut to just a few weeks later, the background showing the Kingdom getting destroyed by the Werewolf Satan, and Diavolo and Lucifer going to bravely destroy it, but unfortunately, the triad ended up perishing altogether.

“The story that was fated to have a happy ending, became drenched in blood, as both her beloved Diavolo, and her trusted companion, Lucifer, died together to prevent the rampaging Satan from destroying anything more in his path.  The girl, who was waiting by her father’s side, was worried beyond belief, as her father embraced her, trying to sooth her concerns, as Diavolo was a strong human, and had Lucifer by his side... But not long afterwards, a ravaged Diavolo, barely dragging himself upwards, grabbed Asmodeus’s hand, putting the Sacred Jewel that he extracted from the Werewolf’s belly.” Solomon continued the story, as the music turned even graver.

“No...No...! Diavolo, my darling, hang on, please, I will heal you! You cannot die! You cannot leave me like this...After everything we went through! We weren’t even given the time to marry...!” I sobbed, holding Diavolo’s body to my chest. “My beautiful Y/N, all I did, was for you, and now, I am truly worthy of even daring to ask you to marry me. It is selfish, I am aware, but I am but a mere mortal, and thus, as my life ends, I ask you to please hold me in your heart and memory, as dear as I hold you. I love you, Y/N” he spoke with his last breath, before going limp in my arms. “Y/N, my sweetling, I’m so sorry this happened...” Asmodeus knew no words were going to stop my wailing, take away my sorrow, or mend my irredeemably broken heart, and only held me, as I screamed to the sky, cursing fate, and the Illuvatar, the stars, the moon and the sun. I cursed everything in existence, even time, for taking away the one I loved the most, until the scene was cut by the lights, and we could hear the audience gasping, some of them lightly weeping, some even cursing as well and telling their pity.

“There was nothing more her father could do to bring back the joy in his darling daughter’s life, and with his heart broken, just like hers, he allowed her to leave his home, and watched her walk away, to the Halls of Mammon, until he could see her no more, and the horizon was overshadowing her unseeable form.  So, she arrived at the Halls of Mammon, the Judge of Death, the one who was stoic and unmovable in front of everyone, never wavering from his judgement of anyone’s souls. The walls were covered by tapestries woven by his wife, depicting life as it is, from the beginning of times, until the present. Y/N laid on the ground, singing the song of her ill fate, of how she will never be able to meet her beloved once more, not even to properly say goodbye to him, feat that would break her heart even more.” the scene revealed only myself, in the Halls of Mammon, in front of the stairs to his throne, as Simeon’s harp started slowly mellowing everybody’s senses, giving them a sense of amplified sorrow, as if the play so far didn’t already play with their heartstrings.

“Oh great Mammon  High among Valar I come to you in sorrow And with a broken heart Long has been my journey That led me to these halls But now I kneel before thee As grief my spirit calls I seek a man named Diavolo  Whom I bid await me here I pledged that I would find him Before he leaves this sphere This man of whom I speak He gave his life for me But thence my soul grew weak And at last it too broke free So borne upon an urgent breeze I travelled to this place Where only one thing could appease The torment I now face Oh tell me I am not too late To see my love once more For that would be too cruel a fate I beg him be restored That we may take a little time To bid our last farewell And remember all we shared erstwhile Such joy no one could quell For never was a greater love Than that within our hearts Once born, forever binding us E’en though through death we part”

My voice was powerful, mournful, my face wet from the river of tears streaming my cheeks, and I am sure I shocked all the demons present, for sans a few basic, simple songs, I never showed them my skill in singing, nor that my voice was, as Simeon described it, pretty angelic, so adding the harp was nothing short of heavenly.

The scene ended with me, dying, as I laid on the stairs of the throne, and through the silence, as the lights were slowly dimming, I could hear Mammon sniffing and trying his best not to sob.

“I cannot let this be the end of you and your fateful love story. With the power that has been bestowed upon me, I shall change this dreadful fate, into one more wonderful, as you deserve. You have fought and braved such a storm to be together, and death will not be the place of your eternity.” Mammon spoke, his voice wavering, barely able to keep himself straight.

“The Great Mammon, for the first time in his eternal life, felt his heart moved by the elleth’s song, feeling pity for the fate of the two lovers, so ruthlessly torn apart, so he allowed himself a tiny bit of self-indulgence, for as soon as the fair maiden’s life ended, from her broken heart, he restored both her and Diavolo’s life, yet this time, he awarded her mortality, so she would be able to live her whole life together with him, in happiness, as they deserved.” Solomon’s words were the cue for the scene to change back again, to the glade where he first laid his eyes upon me, and we were embraced in each other’s arms, gazing at each other with love.

“Why ever would you give up your immortality, my darling Tinuviel? You were immortal, had the time on your side, and your father, and people, there for you. I do not understand, my sweetling, so please explain to me.” he asked, looking down at me, brushing away a strand of hair from my face. “I would rather spend one short life time with you, then be teased with a few years by your side, that would pass for me similar to blinking, and then realising that you are in my life no more. Life without you is meaningless, my beloved Diavolo. I love you, and this time, an untimely death is not going to keep me away from letting you know my feelings loud and clear.” I spoke out in a soft voice, getting on my tip toes and pulling him into a loving kiss, which he reciprocated. “I will love you forever, with all my heart, my beautiful Y/N.” he said, as so, the curtains were closed, indicating that the play was over.

The audience started cheering, whistling and clapping loudly, as I motioned for everyone to come on stage so we could give the final courtesy to them, as a thank you for watching our play.

As we got off the stage, Asmo jumped on me, kissing my cheeks, and continuously praising me for how amazing I was. “You, my darling, were truly the star of the play! Why did you never tell me you had such an angelic voice?! Honestly, we should definitely go to karaoke and have you sing more!” “Sure, Y/N’s voice was a shocking surprise for everyone, but we have to applaud how amazing Lord Diavolo’s performance was as well, don’t you think?” Lucifer mused, earning an agreement from the butler. “And let’s not forget that Levi’s costumes were absolutely amazing. And the magic was amazing.” I pointed out, clapping for everyone. “Everyone was completely awesome today. Thank you for doing your absolute best...You managed to make my dream come true, and I’m very happy.”

And so, we all changed into our comfortable clothes, and went to celebrate at Diavolo’s castle, drinking and eating things we ordered from Hell’s Kitchen, setting off some fireworks, doing karaoke and all that...

But for some reason, I was feeling rather...Off, so I went out in the garden, taking a nice and relaxing stroll through the flower-guarded path, until I reached a nice gazebo by a pond and I sat down on the grass, dipping my feet in the cool water, looking up at the moon and letting my thoughts wander.

I wasn’t sure for how long I was there, alone, until a voice woke me up from my trance, and Diavolo sat down next to me.

“It’s not safe for a human to go wandering carefree in Devildom, you know?” he spoke jokingly after a few seconds of silence. “I am in your gardens, aren’t I? I find this the most dangerous, and yet, the safest place in Hell.” I let out an amused breath, which he seemed to mimick. “You wouldn’t be wrong to believe that. Why did you leave?” he asked, looking at the reflection of the silver moon’s on the mirror sheen of the water. “I needed some fresh air, I guess. And you?” I asked back, doing the same as him. “I noticed you weren’t around, so I went to look for you.” he smiled softly, leaning back a bit. “Thank you for your concern, but I am fine. Go back there and have fun. You earned it, after the amazing performance you put there. You were absolutely terrific.” I tilted my head to give him a small smile. “But there is something on your mind, isn’t it? You can talk to me, if you want and feel like it.” I tried to encourage him, as he nodded to me. “You are unbelievably perceptive for a human, aren’t you? No wonder you managed to get Lucifer’s brothers to finally get along. I was just thinking why you chose me to be the lead of the play. I wasn’t expecting that, to be fair. I thought you’d choose Lucifer, or Satan or maybe even Asmodeus...But you didn’t, and I’d like to know your reasoning.” he asked, his voice going softer with each sentence he spoke. “...I wonder if anyone noticed how lonely you are. You try so hard to have the brothers, and others, forget that you are a Prince, and act with you normally, to include you in their activities, so chat with you leisurely...And yet, they all get intimidated by your status. I know what it’s like to be an outcast, and it’s the last thing I’d want you to feel like. I know you like to have fun, so I thought that maybe, for once, you would have enjoyed playing the mortal, while I am the immortal one.” I chuckled softly, hugging my knees, I was met with more seconds of silence. “I was right when I said you would be an amazing influence on us. You are right in everything you said. I’m grateful. If I think about it, it has been a long while since anyone said such nice things about me, without wanting to gain something...Especially since I am a demon. The Demon Prince, nonetheless.” he explained, making me sigh, shifting my gaze to the moon. “I...Well...I think I drank a bit too much champagne, so I guess telling you this won’t hurt, in the long run, anyway. You don’t even have to acknowledge anything I say. Just play it off as a tipsy rant or something...But honestly...You are amazing. You are the kindest person I’ve ever met in my life. I know it’s very short compared to yours, but it’s much more meaningful and impactful to us. You have showed me nothing but kindness and understanding, lots of opportunities to have fun with events, and pranks, jokes, trips...You looked out for me all the time...Especially when Lucifer almost killed me...Which wasn’t few times, really. And you try to bring everyone together, no matter their race or ranks...You are like a big golden retriever who just wants hugs, attention and affection...And your smile and laugh is to die for. If only you’d see the way your eyes sparkle when you’re happy, or feel the warmth of your embraces and how soothing they are. I picked you for more than one reason, Diavolo, and I’m pretty sure it’s obvious now.” I chuckle lightly, not caring about the consequences of my words. “I...Am speechless. Nobody managed to stir such feelings inside me since I first saw Lucifer as an archangel, and this tops it. I cannot but thank you...But now it seems like you’re the one who has things on her mind.” he pointed out, wiping away a stray tear going down my face. “My performance on the stage was so great because those feelings of mine were genuine...But reverse. I am going to die before you even realise it, and just a little later, you’re going to forget me. There is no place for my feelings, no matter how I look at it. I’m mortal, and you’re not. I’m a simple, ordinary human, while you’re the Demon Prince. I will never even be close to being as great as you are. I’m selfish, I’m a jerk, I’m mean, I’m jealous, I’m not talented, I’m not smart, I’m not beautiful...I’m nowhere close to your level, no matter how much I try to get better. Soon, I will have to return back to the human world, and you will still be here, becoming the best Demon King the Devildom ever had...” I shook my head, smiling sadly. “How long have you felt this way?” he asked softly, putting his arm around me, pulling me close to his chest. “A long time...And it only got stronger since then.” I sighed, leaning my head on his chest. “I’m glad to hear that...Because my emotions from the stage were as true as yours. Every word I spoke up there, is true. For a while now, I have been thinking about you and how we could make this work without any of us having to suffer like Beren and Luthien from your story. You are the most unique and beautiful person I’ve met, and I don’t mean only your looks, but your personality and heart as well. I hate it when you bring yourself down and compare yourself to me, because everyone has their own traits that make them who they are.” Diavolo’s voice was gentle and heartfelt, making me raise my head to look at him, searching for the truth in his eyes. “Did you know that this story was written as a tribute to the author’s wife, whom he nicknamed Luthien? The author, Tolkien, fell in love with her when she danced and sang for him in the glade, and since then, he has been very much in love with her...Going as far as to have her nickname, Luthien, written under her name on her grave stone. If that isn’t true love, I don’t know what is.” I smiled softly, feeling my heart skipping quickly. “Humans are truly capable of the most incredible things. They never cease to amaze me, no matter how much time passes. In your short, mortal lives, you are capable of unbelievable potential and wonders. You praised me so much today, but trust me when I say it, I could go for ages complimenting you, and I wouldn’t run out of nice things to say about you. Y/N, trust me when I say it, I love you, and I promise you that your feelings are safe with me, and I won’t let you die. I know a way to make it work.” Diavolo said, putting his hands on my face, as his eyes held only love. “If you’re certain you are okay with it, and aren’t afraid of any consequences, then I can say with no fear that I love you as well, Diavolo. Endlessly.” I grin at him, chuckling lightly as he leaned in, sharing a loving kiss, yet this time, the emotions were flowing much more powerfully than on the stage.

It was true, it was pure, it was ethereal, and definitely, it was eternal.

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choke on me—chapter three

breathe me in (prequel fic)

chapter two

chapter four

a/n: no you did not read that wrong, this is chapter three. i’m not dead. 2020 did not kill me. this is a bit of a filler chapter but chapter four should be up before the month’s over. if not, yell at me, i won’t mind. 

rating: pretty gen this time but don’t worry chapter five is a goddamn trip

warning(s): n/a

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Despite being on opposite sides of the country, Tony and Pepper talk more often than people think. Pep’s an early riser, and Tony hasn’t gotten a good night’s sleep since he was born, so it balances out. 

“I should tell you to go to sleep,” Pepper says, sighing. “But I miss the sound of your voice too much.” She’s sitting at the island, a cup of coffee in hand. She had pulled her hair into a bun and still has her reading glasses on, the red ones that she hates because she thinks she looks like someone's grandmother.

Tony loves seeing her like this. Loose and comfortable with him. After they broke up, a part of him worried that things would be strained between them. He should have known that was impossible.

“I don’t know whether to be happy or insulted,” Tony says. 

“Both,” Pepper says. “Your sleeping habits are abysmal.” 

Tony shrugs and takes a sip of his own coffee. He had always had issues with sleep. He woke up frequently throughout the night and would only start feeling sleepy around two in the morning to the point where attempting to sleep at all felt like a waste of time. Give him a cup of coffee with four shots of espresso, and he'd be good to go.

“You can’t deny that I’m more productive, though,” he says. 

“Okay, you do work hard,” Pepper admits, pursing her lips. “But you work too hard. When’s the last time you had a day to yourself that you didn’t spend in your workshop?” 

Usually, Tony's quick with a quip, but Pepper's question makes him pause. Last week, Steve asked Tony if he wanted to join him on his run around Bryant Park, and what had Tony said? "No." Like an idiot. It's not that he hadn't wanted to go; it was just that between SI and Avengers business and—

Tony was making excuses. Even he could see that. Hook-ups? Hook-ups Tony could do, specialized in, even, but Steve's question had ventured dangerously into "date" territory. The last time Tony had tried to seriously date was when he was with Pepper, and that had been a piping hot mess in the end.

"Tony? Hello?  I swear to God if you've just been using your life model decoy on me, I'm going to fly directly to Manhattan just to—"

"What? No!" He says, raising his hands. Hell hath no fury like a Pepper scorned. "I'm here, in the flesh. I just got...distracted. I guess I haven't really taken a day for myself."

Pepper sets her mug down and levels him with a stern look that puts him in the mind of a school principal.

"Tony," she says in that way of hers that usually means she's worried about him, and Tony's heart twists. "Is everything okay?"

Tony's not a liar, but he does believe in omitting information. 

"Everything's as good as I can hope for, Pep. I'm going to therapy, and I'm still taking my meds. You know how it is," he says, shrugging. "Some days are better than others." 

Pepper nods, looking a little less concerned, which is all Tony can ask for. "And the others? They're not bothering you?" 

It takes him a second, but Tony realizes that she's talking about the Avengers. He shakes his head. "They're fine. It's...weird living with so many people," he says. Tony had lived alone for half of his life now, aside from that brief stint in Malibu with Pepper. "They leave coffee grounds in the sink, and last week, Romanov and Barton convinced JARVIS to play Iron Man every time I went into my workshop and—" 

"You like them, don't you?" Pepper says. It's not a question. 

He does like them. The entire time he had been complaining about them, he knew his face had been stretched into a grin. 

"Maybe so. It's refreshing having another scientist to go mad with," he says, smiling devilishly when Pepper pales. 

"Oh, God, you've corrupted Bruce. There's two of you now."

"Okay, I take offense to that," he interjects. "Bruce keeps me in line, promise.” 

“Give him my thanks,” Pepper says. "Is it just Bruce? What about the others? How do you feel about them?"

He speaks without thinking, something you'd think wouldn't happen so often to a literal genius. "Steve's been...Steve's been good." More than good, actually.

Pepper raises a brow. "It's Steve now? What happened to Rogers? Capsicle? Any other one of your incessant nicknames?" 

He's been caught. Lying isn't even an option; Pepper would sniff out the truth like a bloodhound. She was like Natasha in that way. If those two ever team up again, Tony feels sorry for whichever poor soul they set their sight on. 

His only choice is to play it cool. "First off, you know you love my nicknames, case in point, Pepper," he says, knowing damn well she hadn't gone by Virginia since she started working for him. "And…it's Steve now. He's not so bad when you get to know him."

Pepper looks unconvinced, but mercifully, she lets it go. "Hmm. You guys are friends now?"

No. Never. Not even close.

"What can I say?" Tony gives her his cheesiest grin. "I wore him down." 

She rolls her eyes, but it's all in good fun. "Well, then, I'm happy for you. You deserve all the love that comes your way." 

"Ugh, don't get all sappy on me," he jokes, even though his heart spasms in his chest. He doesn't love the Avengers, and he doesn't—

He doesn't love Steve either. 

And they don't love him back.

Pepper's eyes soften. "Tell you what," she begins, "since you're so adamant on working too hard to have some fun, how about I do it for you?" 

Tony latches onto the change of subject like the lifeline it is. "What do you have in mind?" 

"Carmen Solomita is doing a fundraiser event for A Helping Hand. Does that sound up your alley?"

Carmen Solomita was an old friend from his prep school years. A fellow gifted kid, and the daughter of the iconic Italian husband-wife fashion designer duo, Isabela and Marcello Solomita, it was a no brainer that Tony and Carmen would become friends. 

She had followed in her parents' footsteps, designing luxury clothes and even starting her own separate fashion house right here in Manhattan. 

“What’s she doing this year?” he asks. 

“She’s organizing a week-long carnival in upstate New York for local orphanages. Think you or any of the others would be interested in working a booth?” Pepper says. “Having all of the Avengers show up would drum up a lot of publicity.” 

Tony furrows his brows. A carnival does sound fun, and he has no problems with running a booth. It’s the others that are a problem. 

“Don’t you think six, let alone one Avenger, would take away from the cause? And that’s if they even agree to it.” 

Pepper raises her hands. “Just throwing it out there. Again, you need a break. And think of the kids when they see your faces.” 

Tony’s face wrinkles. So, maybe, he has a soft spot for orphans. He still can’t help but feel like Pepper has some ulterior motive. 

“I’ll ask,” Tony says, caving. “And if they say no, I’m not forcing them to go. Tell Carmen she’s getting one Avenger, at the least.” 

“Yes! I knew you’d come around.” 

“I hate you.” 

“Love you too, Tony.”

***********

Tony broaches the topic of Carmen’s carnival at dinner and immediately braces himself for the worst. He’s not a pessimist by any means, but he sure as hell doesn’t expect the best from people whenever he asks them for a favor. 

There’s a pause as they take the time to ponder over what he said, long enough to make Tony squirm. 

God, why did he even ask? He should have just told Pepper that the others were all unavailable or—

“What kind of carnival?” Clint asks, breaking Tony out of his reverie. 

"I'm sorry," Tony blinks. "Are you actually considering this?" 

Clint shrugs. "What's not to like? Just want to know what we'd be doing." 

"Um, okay," Tony says. He's never, never been at a loss for words in his life, and yet...

"We'd just be running booths, meet and greets, that sort of stuff.  Nothing too crazy," Tony says. Pretty run of the mill stuff for a fundraising event.  

"And the charity, A Helping Hand, was it?" Natasha says. "One of yours?"

"No," he replies. "Carmen Solomita's. She's big on philanthropy, always trying to help out in some way or another. She's always been like that."

"Solomita?" Natasha asks. "Fashion designer Carmen Solomita?" 

"That's the one," he says, some of his initial anxiety ebbing away. They weren't saying no. Not yet. Or maybe they were just trying to let him down gently. 

"She an old flame of yours?" Clint says, and Tony tries to ignore how quickly Steve's head turns to look at him. 

"No," Tony says immediately, putting an end to any questions before they can begin. "We've been friends since high school. It'd be like dating my sister." Not to mention Carmen had known him when he had still been under five feet and had a mouth full of metal. Any attraction on her part had either never existed or died as soon as Tony had opened his mouth.

"Hm," Natasha says. Tony's still learning how to speak Natasha fluently, but it's apparently enough for Clint. 

"Alright, I'm in," he says. "Dibs on the sharpshooting booth."

"You can't call dibs on a booth," Natasha says, rolling her eyes. "And it's mine." 

"I'll arm wrestle you for it."

"No," Tony says, pointing a finger at them. "The last time you two arm-wrestled at this table, you split it in half. You'll be assigned whatever booth is available."

Clint grumbles something under his breath, and Tony closes his eyes. 

"I think you annoyed Mom," Natasha whispers, and really, for a spy, she sucks at being quiet. 

But if he was mom, who was dad?

"Enough, you guys," Steve says, backing him up. "Stop messing around." 

"Thank you," Tony says, massaging his temple, trying to stop his stress headache before it begins."It's like having children." 

"Am I your favorite?" Clint asks with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

"No, it's Bruce," he answers immediately, his voice deadpan. 

"...You answered that insultingly fast." 

"You asked," Tony says. "Speaking of Bruce, Brucie, you've been quieter than normal. What's going on in that brilliant head of yours?"

Tony doesn't want to put him on the spot, but he knows Bruce will just try his best to brush his problems under the rug. 

Bruce is staring down at his plate, poking absentmindedly at his pasta with his fork. "I don't think I should go," he says. 

"And why not?" Thor, of all people, asks. The god levels Bruce with a heavy stare. "You deserve to amuse yourself like the rest of us."

"Is that a joke?" Bruce says, throwing his fork down, sending it clattering against his plate. "Do you really think unleashing a big green rage monster at a carnival with children present is a bright idea?" 

"Where's this monster you speak of?" Thor says. "I don't see one."

"Come on," Bruce mutters. 

"I don't see one, either," Tony says. "I see a genius nuclear physicist who moonlights as an equally amazing superhero." 

"And I see a kind, honest man who would never harm anyone intentionally," Steve says, jumping in. 

Bruce purses his lips but based on the flush spreading across his face, Tony can tell they're wearing him down. 

Oddly enough, it's Natasha who reels him in. "I've seen a lot of monsters in my life, Banner. You're not one of them." 

Bruce chuckles, but it's not a happy sound. Tony's familiar with it enough to know that it's chock full of bitterness. 

"I'll be there with you," Thor says, his voice a soft timber. "I won't let anything happen to you. None of us will."

"...It's not me you should be worrying about," Bruce says. "But...if you're going...I guess it'll be fine." 

Thor smiles, looking every inch the god he is. "We'll have a grand time, Doctor Banner."

Dinner ends quickly after that, the others petering off until it's just Steve and Tony left sitting at the table. 

Tony's glad the Avengers are helping him out, honestly. It's just...the thought of six Avengers...around young, impressionable children…

"Oh, God," he says aloud, burying his face into his hands. 

He can hear Steve stand up, rounding up the dishes left behind. "It's not going to be that bad," he says. 

"We don't know that," Tony says, his voice muffled. He looks up to see Steve raising a judgmental brow at him. "I'm letting not one, but two master assassins, the Hulk, and a fucking god, interact with children." 

"They'll be on their best behavior," Steve says. "Thor said he'll keep an eye on Bruce, and I know for a fact that wherever Clint goes, Natasha's gonna follow and vice versa."

"And that doesn't worry you?"

"No, because I actually have faith in our teammates. Clint's not gonna peg a kid with an arrow just because he feels like it. He's not the type."

Tony sighs but damn it, Steve's right. He's always right. Tony doesn't know much about Clint's life before SHIELD and the Avengers, but he knows it wasn't pretty. Seemed to be a common theme amongst their little team. 

"Must have a shitty parental figure in order to be a superhero," he thinks to himself. 

He rises out of his seat and grabs the few dishes that remain. Tony helps Steve load up the dishwasher. He tries not to think about how domestic it all feels, how it's practically become routine for Tony and Steve to look after the others and put away their dishes. He doesn't know what it means, but he has the strangest feeling that Pepper is smiling to herself halfway across the country.

***********

Carmen's beyond delighted when Tony gives her the good news over the phone the next day. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Her voice still does that weird squeaky thing when she gets really excited. 

"One more thank you, and you're going to rupture my eardrum," he says, holding his phone to his ear. He's making breakfast, which for him consists of swiping a yogurt cup and spoon from the kitchen. 

"I'll stop shouting," she says, which is a complete lie. "I just can't believe the Avengers are going to be at my fundraiser!" Case in point. 

There's still that gnawing pit in his stomach at the thought of the Avengers running rampant around a carnival, but they could use the publicity. Maybe it'd calm down some of those Daily Bugle conspiracy theorists who thought that the Avengers were Chitauri shapeshifters who actually started the invasion. Tony has a video of J. Jonah Jameson screaming about it saved to his phone whenever he needs a good laugh. 

"I know, I'm amazing," Tony says around a mouthful of yogurt. 

"You are, and I will literally owe you for the rest of my life," she replies. 

"I want your firstborn child," Tony says.

"Done," Carmen says without missing a beat. "That's how serious I am." 

He can't help but chuckle to himself. Talking to Carmen was always so fun. She had the same (admittedly dorky) sense of humor as him. He remembered the days when they sit in the back of their homeroom, laughing at each other's stupid jokes over the morning announcements while their teacher gave them death glares. They kept in touch after graduation but not enough for Tony's tastes. 

"But seriously, how does it feel to be a superhero? You guys all live together, don't you? Oh my God, you're just like firefighters. Do you have a little pole you slide down when there's an emergency? Ooh, is there an alarm—"

"Carmen, cool it before you pop a blood vessel," he says, mentally filing away the idea to add a pole leading directly to the tower's hangar. "And I promise you can grill them when you see them at the carnival." 

"I'm holding you to that, Stark."

"Figured you would." 

"Smart boy," Carmen says. "Any questions, comments, or concerns you want to pass along?"

"Actually," Tony begins, his brain chugging along at its usual speed of light. "I have some requests…"

Two weeks later, the look on everyone else's face when Tony presents them with the matching t-shirts he designed is more than worth the hour of alone time he promised her with Natasha. 

“She’s so mysterious,” Carmen had said over the phone. “Tony, I need to see if she’s as calculating as she comes off.” 

“Why,” he had said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why would you do that?” 

“Because I’m bisexual and have no sense of self-preservation. It’s why we’re friends,” she had chirped. 

He didn't blame her, though. Had he not jumped at every chance to hook up with Steve like his teenage self would have wanted? 

"Is this another one of your strange Midgardian customs?" Thor says, holding the t-shirt out in front of him. They're done up in his signature hotshot red, of course with Carmen's charity, A Helping Hand on the front, but the back is the real masterpiece. Under the words, Super Helper was a personalized emblem meant to represent each one of the Avengers. Mjolnir for Thor, Cap's Shield for Steve, a bow and arrow for Clint, and so on so forth. 

"...Is it weird that I kind of actually like these?" Clint whispers to Natasha, who's tracing the lines of her hourglass on her shirt. 

"You would like them," she says. 

Tony blinks. "I can...get us normal shirts?" 

"Nope, too late," Clint says, shrugging his shirt on over the long sleeve he had been wearing. "I've already grown attached.” 

Tony looks at each of them head-on, noting the way Natasha’s slender fingers dance over the cotton and Thor’s curious gaze as he inspects the true to life runes Tony had painstakingly copied from the real-life Mjolnir. Bruce looks at the fist clutching the beaker on his shirt like it holds all the secrets to the universe, and Steve—Steve’s not looking at the shirt at all. He’s looking at Tony. Of course, he is. 

Tony's always liked puzzles, and right now, the biggest puzzle of them all is what exactly made Steve's face go slack, his eyes all clear and soft and staring directly at him. 

Tony shakes his head, clearing his head of puzzles and Steve and piercing stares. 

"So," Tony says, "we're good to go?" 

Later on, when they're all piled into Tony's limo like they're going on a field trip, Steve texts him even though they're sitting right next to each other. 

It's just four words, but it's enough to make Tony blush. He facepalms, under the pretense of annoyance at something one of the others had said. 

"I'm proud of you," follows him all the way to upstate New York.

[burgerkang000]

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You met San at a compulsory public speaking class, where only you both had to attend for grades; it was filled with nerds who came voluntarily. And your bond begin with bored out glances at each other and loud sighs exchanged. And after that you guys hung out a lot, went to get coffee while doing homework, caught rides with each other, and waved whenever your paths crossed.

You met Yunho when San wanted you to meet his friends that he wouldn’t stop talking about, which made you slightly jealous; you yearned for a bond like that. You pushed that thought away, nothing good comes with jealousy. And while San and his friends would go about their own business, you would stick to the side-lines, not knowing what to say or do, even though they try their best to include you.

Yunho would be the one to keep you company, actively telling you about his day and attentively listen when you were asked about yours. He would also help you study and take you out to grab coffee when San would be too busy.

Anyone would be a fool to not fall for Yunho, with his smile that make his eyes crinkle at the corners, teeth on display, fluffy hair. Who wouldn’t fall for him, at least you could keep it inside, and no one had to know.

“Look at Yunho in this picture, he looks so handsome” San shows you the pictures from your quick break before the exams to the arcade. You take a glance, damn. You know that the moment you open your mouth, you’re screwed.

“Hmm”

“I don’t like it when you’re vague” 

“Yes Yunho is cute” That’s all you plan on saying anyways, but you had to panic, because what if San thinks you’re not commenting on it too much and picks up that you’re crushing on Yunho? Ok, so you were overthinking.

“Too cute that it’s impossible he exists, I mean I see him every day but it’s not like I believe he’s real, there is a limit to being cute and all. I mean a recreation of a Greek god- I mean he should be a Greek God himself-”

You were cut short by San’s exploding laughter and as you voice your confusion to him, he still laughs until you violently shake him-

“Yah! Why are you laughing?”

He finally calms down enough to tell you-

“Just say you have a crush on him”

You open your mouth to deny-

“Admit it~” He says scrolling through his phone again.

You huff out, San was your best (read: only) friend, it wouldn’t hurt to tell him, so you nod the tiniest bit, and San grins from ear to ear.

“I mean, I didn’t see it coming, but when you started rambling off like that, it was obvious.”

You sigh.

“You tell this to anyone, I will personally murder you”

“Sure sure”

And after that, he thankfully let you change the topic.

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.

Ever since then, whenever you’d meet Yunho, right after that, you’d whip out your phone to text San; something vague like-

“He’s wearing a red sweater”

“He dyed his hair blue!”

“Kill me”

And then you’d go home and text San about how a person; a human, cannot simply be so beautiful, and ramble off about him.

 .

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“But sir, I don’t have an email” You tell the professor, who has just asked to submit your assignment by mail.

“Don’t whine to me, and make one, is there a student your age without email? How do you have social media accounts?”

“I don’t have them” you reply

“Just make one, it’s extremely useful, and won’t take much of your time” He said, in a brushing off manner, guess he doesn’t believe you.

You nod and sigh as you leave to the next class. If you can’t whine to your professor, you can whine to Yunho. Who listens to the whole thing like the god damn angel he is, and as you open your phone to create one, he gently coaxes it out of your hand, asks you if it’s okay if he creates one for you instead and when you nod he turns his attention to the phone, while you’re just dumbly staring at your hand, where Yunho’s hand made contact with yours.

“Look, I sent my self a mail using yours, lets chat on mail for a while, you can get used to it” He says, you nod, and talk for a while, and then Yunho had to go. You wave at him while he leaves and you text San.

“What’s your mail?”

And when you finally get it, you send him a mail.

URGENT: JEONG YUNHO TOUCHED MY HAND, I REPEAT JEONG YUNHO TOUCHED MY HAND, MOM COME PICK ME UP PLEASE.

I MEAN HE WAS FABULOUS TODAY TO, IF IT WASN’T OBVIOUS; HIS HAIR WAS SO SOFT I CLIKED A PIC, LOOK:

[Image attached]

DO ME A FAVOUR, WHEN I DIE, SIT ON THE VERY SAME CHAIR HE’S SITTING ON, LOOK AT THE SAME DEIRECTION HE’S LOOKING AT AND BURY ME THERE, WHILE YOUR AT IT PRINT THIS ON MY GRAVESTONE.

WHEN I DIE PLEASE TELL HIM I LOVE HIM IN THE OTHER WAY.

BYEBYE

Later that day you get a reply from San saying that you’re too dramatic and an email from Yunho, which you didn’t think much about the time. He was the one who wanted to talk in mail, so you open it and-

And you realise you accidently send it to him too.

*cue freak out*

“So I must have send it to him too-” San blinks at you for a while and then-

Laughs at your face saying random things like

“This is gold”

“Nonononono”

“Never in my life- never”

At this point, you think he’s just spewing English vines that he’s been watching a bit too much to be considered healthy. And now you’re overcome with sadness, and as soon as he notices, he starts apologising and you bow you head, you think you look like a rag doll, and then cry. And san runs circles on you back, occasionally tucking strands of hair behind you ear and wait till you finish.

After a good while of snot- running type of crying, puffy eyes and ringing ears, you start to ramble, a habit that got you here in the first place.

“I don’t think I’m ready for rejection, I mean I was perfectly fine watching him from the side-lines. Heck I would watch him get married and I’d probably say nothing, like I’m not dying inside, proceed to get married, I’m crying tears of happiness-”

“What makes you so sure that he’s going to reject you?”

“I don’t know ok? But this isn’t a movie, he sees me as a friend and I had to go and catch feelings for him.”

San sighs.

“So, what’re you going to do now?”

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.

.

It was hard, but you finally managed to blackmail San to help you avoid Yunho situations.

“And how long do you plan to do this?”

“Until my plane ticket and Visa to Alaska are approved and I change my name to Veronica Fall”

He looks at you, and the look speaks for itself, you’re being dramatic. You raise your arms in mock surrender and flop on top of the bed.

“Tomorrow everyone is hanging out, Yunho will be there, you coming?”

You pointedly grin at his cheeky expression, and he mimics the way you had surrendered just a few moments ago.

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.

You stare at the response you had given to all the missed calls from Yunho.

I’m busy

Sorry, I was showering

I’m going to be busy for a while.

And you watch as the three dots move, and then stop and then move again, you feel as if your heartbeat moves along with those dots, stopping when it disappears, and then finally a response.

We need to talk, I gave you your time, and it’s not fair.

You feel like this is a new side of Yunho you haven’t seen, an assertive one. And you realise, just because you’re a coward, doesn’t mean that you can leave Yunho in the dark, even though you have fears of Yunho leaving you, getting awkward; deep down, you know, that Yunho, he’d never treat your feelings as something useless. And that makes you feel more in love.

And who knows unrequited love may not be so bad, maybe, just maybe; for Yunho it might not be so bad.

Fine

After sending the last text, you get up to clean the place, take out boxes littered about, and books and papers all lying about that you haven’t cared to put away. You do the dishes, and tie your hair into a pony, you’re distracting yourself from the real problem of facing him, for now you let yourself do it; later, you can scream at yourself.

And a right when you reach for the broomstick that you had tucked in deep behind the storage room; you hear a knock at your door.

You don’t think much about it, until you open the door. Low and behold; Yunho was standing at the doorway, a determined look on his face and he walks past you into the house.

You can’t help but think; geez, come on in. But you’re just salty.

And he opens his phone and shows it at your face, too close to read, practically in between your eyes, its touching your nose too. And you’re the dramatic one.

“Explain; explain this email, that was, I figure, supposed to be sent to San, explain why you’ve been avoiding me and my calls, and wherever I go right after I replied to this, I’m not going or letting you go until you do.”

And his voice cracks at the end bit, but you don’t notice, you’re in a bubble of thinking; thinking how to phrase this, just overthinking; maybe.

And moments which feel like hours pass, and you decide to do this the ripping off the band aid way. But it turned out more like the ramble it off way

“I like you? No, no that came out wrong… I love you? Yes, I’m pretty sure I love you, and don’t worry I know you’re not into me that way-”

And you don’t know what really happened; there was a hand on your face, right under your nose, and he was right in front of you.

“Sometimes, everything you say is nonsense.” He breathes, you open your mouth to respond, and he applies more pressure with his palm, to keep you quiet. You can’t help but think of the way your lips mouthed at his palm, not the time; not the time at all.

And then he continues.

“You don’t know how relieved I am to hear that, the moment I got that email, it took me a few minutes to understand, but when I did, I already pictured our five adopted cats, not gonna lie”

Your eyes widen in shock, did he just indirectly say he like you back, in the form of cats? This is why you fell for him in the first place.

“Did I creep you out? I must have creeped you out, forget I said that.”

And you laugh behind his palm, and he slowly removes it, moves it to your shoulder, drags it down the length of your arm, and interlocks it with your hand, a sweet smile on his face, the contagious one, so it’s only law that you smile back, teeth and all, since you can’t hold it back.

“We should go on a date.”

“That; we must.”

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You were on one of your many dates, too wind up in each other to not notice the others who also wanted to hang out with you, you totally kept the news from San; you and Yunho are in this together, so he needs to also be comfortable with telling San, after a lot of thinking, you both settle on letting them find out, which may take years to get in their daft heads, but for now, you both have put fate in them.

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San caught on way too quickly, the moment you enter the café and sit down, he says-

“So you’re not moving to Alaska? Or is your husband; Yunho moving with you?”

You blush and look down-

“Look, I can explain-”

And he breaks into a wide grin,

“I’m happy for ya”

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You and Yunho were scrolling through many of the messages you have send to San; the ones fawning over Yunho, as much as he likes to get you flustered, he himself also gets flustered, so it’s a win-win situation.

“They haven’t caught on yet” you suddenly say.

It’s true, other than San none of them have caught on yet that you both have been dating, and that’s kind of weird, since it’s been almost a whole year.

But it’s not like you’re gonna sit them down and tell them. You and Yunho have a better plan.

Well you have a better plan.

“-and they walk in on us!”

“…..”

“Or not?”

“No”

You end up inviting them over for dinner, and as they take their first bites, you happily chirp in that you’re dating and Yunho adds that you’re moving in with, leaving everyone to choke on their food, except San, who had a cocky expression, which soon turned into a choking fit, who’s cocky now?

And Wooyoung looks up, and goes “Wait, you’re serious” and continues choking, this time on nothing.

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[judylicious]

And When He Smiles I Swear I Can’t Breathe

Alan Rubin x fem!Reader

Word count: 2,246

Fandom: Blues Brothers

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Blues Brothers characters or movies. This refers to Alan Rubin as a character in the movie, not the real Alan (although he obvsly played himself but you know what I mean)

I’d like to add that I made everyone of the band a few years younger (so the age gap between the reader and Alan isn’t that big), so he’s approx. in his early 30s.

Sophia & Lisa are two OCs created by two lovely people within the fandom.

Warnings: swearing, be prepared for a lot of sob-stuff

a link to the song the two are dancing to, mentioned near the end, if you feel like checking it out

Chapter VI

The following days seemed to take forever, Charlotte simply couldn’t wait for Friday until finally it was about time. Shortly before 8p.m. she toddled down the stairs in her heels. “Bye mum, see you later!” “Where you’re going?”, her mum yelled back from the kitchen. “To Sophia’s!”, the young woman responded quickly and made it almost through the front door. “Why are you dressed up like this?”, Sylvia peeped her head out of the kitchen. Damn.

“We… wanna take some photos and try out some makeup.” “Huh. Alright then, just remember to be back before 11!” “I will mum, see ya.” After closing the door behind her, Charlotte looked for Alan, who had parked his car in front of the neighbours house, where she got off last time Alan drove her home. He was casually leaning at the car’s top, giving her a quick wave. “Hi Alan!”, she greeted him with a big smile. The musician looked absolutely gorgeous. Blue jeans, a matching blue suit jacket and a white, silk shirt, first few buttons undone. He couldn’t help himself but looked Charlotte up and down. “Oh God, something wrong with my dress?”, she panicked. “Am I underdressed? Shall I go back inside and change?” and tugged at her dress. “No, no, on the contrary. You look amazing.” “You’re sure? Where are we going?”, she still felt awkward. “A little Italian place I thought you may like. Don’t you dare changing though! I love that dress.” And with that he held out his hand to help Charlotte get into his car.

When they got to the small restaurant and their table Alan pulled out the chair for Charlotte, before ordering a bottle of Chardonnay, to show her that he didn’t forget about their first night. The evening was lovely. The food was delicious and the two discovered a lot things they had in common, like both being great jazz fans and they also enjoyed the same literature. “You know back in middle school I joined the marching band.”, Charlotte told the handsome man, who sat across the table. “Really? What instrument did you play? … No, wait, let me guess.” He took a moment to study her. “The clarinet!” “Is that a good or bad thing you think I played the clarinet?”, she asked laughing. “Nah, I played the triangle. I was actually pretty good at it!”, putting on a straight face. Alan gave her a questioning look until she decided to put him out of his misery. “I’m only needling you! I played the oboe. Yep. Hated it. Quit. End of story.” Causing them both to laugh. “Well, definitely wrong choice of instrument there. Should have learned the trumpet.”, Alan contended. “So it really is true what they say about trumpet players.” “And what is that?” “That you’re so full of yourself and that you like to play loud because you enjoy listening to yourself.” “Is that a good or bad thing?”, he grinned. “Mhm, I don’t mind.”, she shrugged her shoulders but shot him a seductive glance. “Lucky me then.”, he said in soft tone while raising his brows and took her hand in his, caressing it with his thumb.

“So what happened next?”, Sophia asked excitedly almost starting up from her chair. It was the next day and the three friends met for coffee and obviously Charlotte’s report on last night. “Nothing. He took me home like the gentleman he is.”, she said almost sounding disappointed. “No kiss?”, Lisa asked again. “A kiss on the hand only… Do you think that’s a bad sign?” “Of course not. It was your first proper date.” “Because the evening went REALLY well. We laughed a lot and shared so many things. And he constantly gave me that look. So I honestly wonder if I did anything wrong.”, Charlotte sighed. “I’m sure you didn’t!”. The two friends assured her and Lisa stroke Charlotte’s arm thoughtfully. “He probably doesn’t wanna rush things with you and wants to show you that he got serious intentions with you by taking it slow.” “And technically not kissing on a first dating isn’t really taking this ‘slow’”. “Exactly!” “I hope you’re right girls, I really do.”, the blonde woman said, resting her head on one arm, stirring her coffee absently. “When will you see him again?”, Lisa tried to cheer her up. “Huh? Oh, Monday night.” “What have you two planned?” “I err… don’t know to be honest. He said he got a little surprise for me. So no idea where he will take me. I’m supposed to dress fancy, that’s all I know”, she explained with a smile. “Aww, that’s so sweet! I bet it’s something real romantic.” “You know Alan is the sweetest. When he looks at me with those beautiful brown eyes and smiles at me, I swear I can’t breathe. It’s like everything around me starts to fade and it’s just him.”, Charlotte romanced about the trumpet player. “By the way, did you ask him about that woman you saw him with in the streets the other night?”, Sophia asked in a serious tone. “So why would she wanna do that?!”, Lisa countered. “Because she’s dating him and has a right to know if she’s the only one he’s seeing?” “Yeah but they’re not at the point yet where they should talk about being exclusive. It was their first date!” “But why did he meet that woman if he’s that much into Charlotte like he told us?” Charlotte tried to chip in into their argument: “Wait, you told me he was probably only distracting himself!” “See what you did?”, Lisa started again. “Try not to be so negative all the time, you keep ruining things!” “Girls, GIRLS!” “Excuse me that I don’t want her to get hurt.” “Oh, so you’re telling me that I want to see our friend getting hurt..?!” “GIRLS! Would you stop it for fucks sake!”, Charlotte said through gritted teeth but loudly enough for the two fighting girls to hear her. “Calm down, would you.” “I’m sorry Lisa.”, Sophia started and turned to Charlotte. “You’re just so found of him, I would hate to see him taking advantage of that.” “He won’t.” The dark haired girl sighed “Promise me you won’t put up with everything, alright? Try to see things around him as well.” “I promise.”, the blonde girl assured her friends with a smile.

On Monday Charlotte was sitting in Alan’s car again and still hadn’t got a clue where they were going. It was only when they stood in front of a big dance hall with a sign “Tonight Private Function with Freddie Hubbard” when it dawned on her. “No way! This is sold out for weeks.” And saw Alan waving with the tickets. “How on earth…? I’ve been dying to score tickets.” “Well, frankly I’m friends with Freddie. We’ve been recording a few albums together.”, Alan said proudly. “But don’t tell Jake, he would hate to know I’m working with others.” “Mum’s the word.”, Charlotte smiled and links arms with the handsome musician. The big dance room was decorated beautifully and it was more than a simple concert. There was a dance floor, they had put up round tables with hors d’oeuvres on silver serving plates and everyone in the audience had their assigned seat. Alan pulled out the chair for Charlotte, before he seated himself and ordered some drinks. As the band got up on stage and started playing she leaned towards her date. “Alan?”, squeezing his arm softly. “What do I owe you for this?” “Huh? What do you mean? Nothing of course.” “You’re sure this is alright? I don’t wanna be kept by you or anything.” “No of course not, this is fine. Please simply enjoy this evening, okay?” He smiled at her and softly brushed a curl from her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb. And caught up in his smile, how could she deny him this wish.

Soon after the piano started playing Louis Armstrong’s “A Kiss To Build A Dream On” Charlotte gasped. “Oh gosh, I absolutely love this song!” “Would you like to dance?”, Alan asked her, offering her his left hand. “I-I don’t know. I haven’t danced very often and-“ And with one motion he got Charlotte on her feet and escorted her to the dance floor. “Don’t you worry.”, Alan told her and they started swaying a little to the side before he moved into her. When she got back into position after a turn she could feel his strong bicep under his shirt, how it tensed every time he pushed her a step backwards and her mind started wandering what his body must look like under his clothes. His strong shoulders and arms, his chest, she already knew he had a bit of chest hair which drove her mad and she had been admiring his tight buns for quite a few times. “See? You’re doing pretty well. … Charlotte?” He snapped her out of her daydream. “Huh? I’m so sorry.” “You’re a natural when it comes to dancing.” “Really? Well, thanks, I do enjoy this.” “What were you thinking about?”, he gave her a curious look. “Uh- nothing.”, she replied blushing. “I hope you thought of me.. and not anyone else in this room?”, he smirked at her. “I most certainly did.”, she said after lowering her view. But Alan tilted her chin up and stared into her eyes for a moment. “You look absolutely smashing tonight.” She was wearing a long, claret cocktail gown, with a lace trimmed, backless top. “Thank you, Alan!”, she smiled. “You look very dapper too.” the girl in his arm tugged at his bow tie. “Your back neckline is such a tease, you know that..?” He licked his bottom lip and moved his hand at her back a little higher to caress her bare skin. Still swaying he softly pulled her closer to him until their chests were nearly touching and almost intuitive her hand wandered from his biceps, over his shoulder to the back of his head, playing with his dark hair when she leaned into him. “Would you like to kiss me?” She whispered almost inaudibly, glancing up at him, smiling and he didn’t hesitated, his lips covering hers in a long, warm kiss. They felt soft and with every of their movements she could feel and imagine their full and sensuous chiseled shape and it didn’t take her long to run both of there hands through his wavy hair. His tongue forced entry and the kiss turned into a consuming, hungry yet sweet, teasing her with a hint of promise and driving her body to new heights of awareness. Somehow desperate he pulled away from her and cleared his throat. “Such a shame this is the wrong place.” “Well, we got all night.”, Charlotte replied, biting her lower lip.

After the concert Alan and Charlotte went for a walk. It was a clear and star-bright night. As they walked side-by-side Alan carefully put his hand over her back, watching the young woman vigilantly to make sure she was okay. “How come you still work at the Chez Paul if you got recording sessions with Freddie?” “It’s really more of an occasional job. I started working there when Jake and Elwood put the band together and we didn’t had many gigs at the start. When the money was good I quit and now I only work there like 2 or 3 nights a month cos they-“ He paused when he noticed Charlotte rubbing her arms. “Are you cold?” “Just a little bit but it’s alright!” She didn’t want this night and their togetherness to stop on no account, even if it meant freezing, she thought. But Alan stopped and let go of her hand, taking off his jacket and put it around her shoulders. “Don’t want you to catch a cold.”, he said in a soft tone and gave her a short but sensuous kiss on her lips. “Thanks Alan.” She smiled back at him and grabbed his hands as they continued walking. “So.. every now and then when they run short on staff I stand in. I know I don’t have to but the work is alright and they pay well.” When they reached Alan’s car he softly pushed her against it. “But I really don’t wanna talk about work now.”, he said in low voice and was just about to kiss her neck when they heard a female voice. “Alan, how marvellous it is to see you.” He instantly turned around to face a blonde lady, leaning against the bonnet. Charlotte tried to get a look at her and took a deep breath when she realised it was the woman with whom she had seen him in the streets a week ago. “Lari… what are you doing here?”, he asked the woman, squeezing Charlotte’s hand. “I don’t know, saw your car and thought I’d wait here for you. I see you’ve got a date…” “I do. What do you want?” “Nothing, just funny isn’t it. You’ve always been such a womaniser.”, she chuckled. “Tonight you’re on a date with her and just a few nights ago I remember how you got all down and dirty with me on the bonnet of your precious car. Hm.”, and she gave him a fake smile when Charlotte felt a sharp pain in her chest and immediately let go of Alan’s hand.

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Broken Vase | 4

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Pairing: Agent!Namjoon x Agent!reader

Rating: 18+ (Mature Content)

Word Count: 7,6k

Warning: panic attack (just a mild description), description of violence, cursing, murder threats, PTSD, Y/n insecure with her body, unprotected sex (Be careful guys!), body worshipping.

Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 complete

Summary: You are one of the best agents in the Company, and so do Namjoon. After your last mission with him, you hate him and so do Namjoon. Suddenly, you assigned again with him as a married couple. How can you handle the mission, Kim Namjoon, and your emotional wound?

Series Masterlist: The Company

a/n: the last chapter! I am so happy that I finally finished this. Please wait for other story in this Agent universe!

Taglist: @kb-bangtanenthusiast @w0lfqu33n

It is weird how easy you forgive Namjoon. You supposed to despise him, but you found yourself comfortable with his presence. He supposed to despise you, but he hugged you tightly and comfort you when you were crying. You fell in a dreamless sleep in his arms after cried your eyes out. But again, maybe you don’t hate him. Maybe he doesn’t hate you as well.

It was the morning when a knock on your door awoke you and Namjoon. It was a new experience for you, to wake up with Namjoon’s face in front of you. Maybe if you woke in some guys’ arms, you would be freaking out. You always look terrible in the morning. But the guy is Namjoon, and freak out would be the last thing you do. It’s the look in his eyes that shows him that he doesn’t even care how you look for a bit. That look in his eyes somehow calms you down and even takes your breath away. He kissed the top of your head lightly as he released himself from you and walked towards the door. You stretched on your bed, tried to gather as much energy as you could. You took a careful look at him. He looks tired. Well, he only slept for 2 hours after the kiss.

The kiss.

What the hell are you thinking? Kissing –no, making out- with your partner and it was nothing to do with the mission. That’s professional. You remember how his lips attached to you, how the room was full of your smacking sounds, how you cried, and how he held you after. You could feel heat spreads on your cheeks. Oh my God. You just want to disappear. You must be out of your mind. The guy barged into the room as you sunk your face into the nearest pillow.

“Hey Y/n? are you better now?” Taehyung ran to you and hugged you tightly. You knew he would feel worried, or even guilty after leaving you alone in the pool last night. You knew that much.

You smiled softly and patted his back. “I am okay, Tae, don’t worry.”

He was still hugging you when Jimin pulled him away to hug you. “Hey, girl. I am glad you’re okay.”

“Hey chim, thank you so much.” You smiled as you hugged him back. Then your eyes darted to a bunny-like guy beside the sofa. “Oh, right. Kook, thank you for saving me.”

He scratched his back sheepishly, “You’re welcome, y/n. I know you will do the same for me.” Jungkook is an interesting guy. You worked with him before. He is always so different in the field and in the usual life. He can knock criminals out in just a single punch but cries when you tease him. He can be an international playboy in the field but runs away when the girl from the forensic division talks to him. Even now, he is still shy in front of you.

You chuckled softly. “I will do the same thing for you all. Thank you so much.”

Hoseok was walking towards you when his shirt pulled by Yoongi. “Alright, you children. Let’s get back to the mission.”

“We need a new plan. The tour agency has canceled the trip for today.” Jin stated as he sat on the sofa. He is the oldest of all seven and he also has seniority. He has been in the Company for almost 13 years and he is one of the agents that higher-ups trust the most.

You could see a line forming between Namjoon’s eyebrows. “What? Why?”

“James died last night.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened. “What? How did he die?” James was the one who tried to murder you, and suddenly he died? This is weird.

Yoongi answered shortly. “Drowning, but the autopsy report hasn’t been released yet.” He then scrolled his phone and clicked a few times. Suddenly your phone rang. “I sent you the news.”

Your uneasiness must be read by Jimin as he held your hand, drawing soothing circles on the back of your hand. “Cou- Could be it was murder? You stuttered.

“We don’t know if James is murdered or not, but we do know that Tiffany is murdered.” Jin sighed. “She got into a car accident and the autopsy report shows that she was intoxicated by alcohol at the time of the accident. It seems that she went from her own home. The police also found bottles of alcohol in her home. The police have already announced that it was an accident.” You heard another rang on your phone. Yoongi sent you the autopsy report.

Jimin said cautiously, “but in the autopsy report, there’s also a track of alcohol on the airway which hinted to an aspiration.” He pondered. “It seems that she was forced to drink it.”

There was dead silence in the room. “Could it be that James died because he failed?” you asked timidly.

Yoongi nodded. “Yes, we all thought so.”

Your hands trembled. He died because of you. You felt sick and nauseous. You were hyperventilating when Namjoon cupped your face suddenly, distracting you.

“Hey, Stay with me! It is not your fault, Y/n.” He stroked your cheeks. “Calm down okay?” You took a deep breath to control your breaths. It is weird how his voice can calm your mind with just those sentences. How his touches are enough to keep you on your feet. And when he removed his hands from you, you could feel his warmth still lingering on your cheeks.

“Alright, you lovebirds. Back to work! You both need to go out in an hour. We still need to follow Minister Lee.” Jin interrupted and walked towards the door followed by the other guys.

Before Hoseok got out, he turned to you and gave a huge smile. “Don’t worry Y/n. Everything will be okay.”

After you took a warm shower, you felt a lot better. You felt your muscles relaxing. You grabbed a dress which Jimin picked before. Jimin has been your handler for 3 years. And in those 3 years, he has complained about your clothes for almost like a million times. You only wore shirts and work pants every time you work, but since he came, half of your closet is full of clothes from him. Not gonna complained about it though, he always has a good sense of fashion. For you, Jimin is the nicest guy you’ve ever known. And you always thank God for giving you Jimin in your life.

You looked at your reflection on your mirror. The dress looks nice on you but it exposes your skin too many for your liking. You are not confident in this, not when your scars exposed in public. You don’t like people staring at you. And with these scars? People will think that you are a criminal or maybe in a violent relationship, or maybe just a girl that into BDSM. You walked to your opened luggage, rummaging inside to find something that can give your body something to cover.

After a few minutes, you sighed. You couldn’t find anything. You were biting your nail when Namjoon handed a blue cloth to you. “Use this.”

You unfolded the cloth to find a blue jacket. You smiled at him. “Thank you.” You knew this jacket. He sometimes wears it when he hangs out with his friend, which you usually see in Jin’s snapchat. So it seems that he brings his own clothes in this mission. You don’t deny that he is a good dresser. Well, he has a good body proportion after all. He will look good almost at anything. You wore the jacket carefully. It is a little big for your body but somehow it is kinda matching with the white dress you wore.

Your heart was already racing with how nice he smells when he just said casually. “You look cute in my clothes.” You could feel your heart dropped to the ground. He shouldn’t do it like this. He just smiled at you and grabbed your hand, dragging you out.

You both walked to the restaurant. You saw Dahee waving at you in the distance. “Nara-ssi! Come sit with us!”

You looked at Namjoon who nodded in agreement as you sat with them. “Good morning!”

“Good morning to you too. It is so sad that the tour was canceled right?” She said while putting meat in her mouth. She studied your face carefully. “By the way, you look really tired. Are you okay?”

You involuntarily put your hands on your cheeks, “Really? Yes, I am kind of tired. But I am okay. Just a little lack of sleep.” You replied with a smile.

She smirked, “You both must have a ‘rough’ time last night.” A statement that made Namjoon and Myunsoo choked on their water. Myunsoo then nudged his wife while you patted the back of your husband. “Aww, young love. You both should eat a lot.”

You chuckled at her awkwardly. “Yeah, we should eat.” You were standing up to pick the food on the buffet but Namjoon pushed you down to sit.

“I’ll pick some for you, babe. Just sit here.” He then kissed your temple and walked away. Your jaw dropped and turned to Dahee, only to find her almost shrieking in happiness. You’re almost sure that they could hear your racing heart.

You shifted the topic before she talked again. “So, what are you guys doing today?”

“We are trying to rent a private boat and just sail around.” She then whispered to her husband, and Myunsoo nodded. “You should come too! It will be fun! But of course, if you don’t have any other plan.”

You put your hands in front of your chest and waving them slowly. “Oh, no. We don’t want to disturb you.” Water. You gulped nervously.

“No, we will be delighted to have you on board. Besides, the more the merrier right?” She turned to her husband, who gave a polite nod.

You smile awkwardly. “Well, we don’t have any plans yet. I think I will ask my husband first.”

“Ask me what?” Namjoon asked as he put the plate in front of you. “I got you an omelet.”

“That was fast.” You raised your eyebrow. “And only an omelet?”

Namjoon then pinched your cheek. “I only have two hands, princess. And you love omelets. Besides, we can get anything else after this. So what do you want to ask?”

Dahee smiled at the interaction between you and Namjoon. “I invited you both to our boat this afternoon. We rented one. And before you refused, I have already told her that you won’t disturb or bother us at all. We will be glad if you come!”

Namjoon looked at you and took your hand in him, squeezing it gently. “I am down for it, if you want to go, babe.” Are you sure?

You smiled. “I’d love to. Thank you.” I think I am.

“Great! Then we should meet in the lobby at 3 pm! I can’t wait to see the sunset on that boat. We will head back to our room now. See you!” They excused themselves and walked away.

Namjoon was still holding your hand when he landed a surprise peck on your lips. “You know that you have me right?” He assured.

He is worried about me

. Your heart’s racing again, all fear, nervous, and relief mixed into one. You just squeezed his hand back. “Yeah, I have you.”

It’s already at 3 pm, and you have already in the lobby. Namjoon has already told the team. Some disagreed with this mission because it can be dangerous for you. But you explained that even it is dangerous and risky, protecting Minister Lee and Dahee is still your mission. Jin knew your passion for work but he also agreed that you were careless and naive. Thus, he agreed with your decision but the team would be following you in another boat.

A couple of minutes later, You and Namjoon then joined Lee couple in the car to the dock. Namjoon never let go of your hand. He squeezed it lightly when you were approaching the dock. Your heart was racing the entire time, but Namjoon apparently knew a thing or two to calm your nerves. When your hand got clammy, he kissed the back of your hand. When you broke out in cold sweat, he kissed your temple. When you gulped nervously, he kissed your neck. When you bit your lips, he kissed your lips. Namjoon thought it would distract you away from your fear and panic, but he just made brand new trouble for you. You found his kisses are addicting. You must be going crazy.

The voices from your in-ear were not helping at all. Some groaned at all of the kissings he did. Well, it’s not that you were muted at all. And that’s how you stepped on the dock in heated cheeks after hearing Yoongi said that your moans were distracting the guys. That embarrassment was enough to distract you from your fear of water.

A young man dressed in sailor outfits welcomed you in the dock. He happily greeted the four of you. “Aloha! Welcome to Aphrodite! I am Ben. Are you Mr. Lee?”

Myunsoo nodded and his wife reached out his hand to shake him. “Hi! I am Mrs Lee. We brought guests too, is that okay?”

“Of Course! So you are?” Ben looked at you and Namjoon.

Namjoon was the one who reached out his hand to Ben. “Hi, I am Mr. Jung, and she is my wife. Thank you for having us aboard.”

“Great! So, you guys should put your shoes inside this box. Shoes are not allowed in the boat because it can be slippery. And after this, you should directly hang around in the deck, and keep yourself comfortable! We will be sailing in 15 minutes.”

Fifteen minutes later, the boat has finally moved to the sea. The sail was kind of smooth. The weather is nice. There is even booze in the boat. It should be a nice holiday. But instead, you were too terrified to walk. You just sat on the deck, slowly sipping your orange juice. You were not drinking any alcohol, well, this is work after all. You even couldn’t hear what Dahee and Myunsoo talk about. Namjoon told them any stories about his fake work just to distract them. He knew Dahee would want to talk to you, but you were not in that mood for socializing.

Myunsoo has never talked for a bit since you’ve met him. But it seems that Namjoon’s stories made him opened up. Apparently, he loves arts too. The sudden change of her husband also made Dahee shocked. She rarely finds his husband talks passionately with other person and it makes her happy. It seems that her decision to invite you to the boat is a great one. She doesn’t want to interrupt him nor Namjoon. But when she wanted to talk to you, you were drowned in your own thoughts, so she didn’t want to disturb you. After all, the sea has magical things for every people.

It has been a couple of hours after you sailed away. The boat suddenly stopped in the vast sea, almost made all the people on board fall. Dahee yelled to the captain, “Hey capt, why are we stopping? Is this the place for the dolphins?”

“Aloha! Welcome to Aphrodite! I am the captain of this ship.” A voice broke out in the speaker. That voice. You got goosebumps. Your hands began shaking. Your eyes darted to the man behind the steering wheel. “Nice to see you again, Agent Y/n.”

Namjoon eyes widened. He subconsciously moved you behind him. Just how did he find you? The guys have been more careful this time. They checked the boat thoroughly, contacted the renting company. They checked whoever hop on this boat.

“So, this is the famous agent Namjoon. I am glad to finally meet you. I really wanted to meet you 5 years ago.” A devilish laugh erupted. “And seriously, you should be more careful with your phone, you know.”

It’s bugged? You were furious. You wanted to confront him but Namjoon whispered to you. “Stand back.” You took a glance at Myunsoo and Dahee. Their faces were full of terror and confusion. You heard then in your in-ear that the guys will be coming in no time. Even they were following you, they still far away. You should stall him. You moved back to Myunsoo and Dahee to make sure they’re okay. After all, their safety is your priority.

“So, are you the one who sent the threat to Minister Lee?” Namjoon started. After Myunsoo heard his name, he was shocked. He knew nothing about threats.

“You got me there. But, I couldn’t believe that the company will send Y/n. I didn’t think they will be that stupid. It is just easier for me.” He moved from the steering wheel and walked down to the deck. He toyed the gun with his hand. Making Namjoon move back and stayed in front of you, Myunsoo, and Dahee. “I always wanted Y/n, you know. And now they sent her to me, I just can’t be any happier.”

You yelled. “What did you do to the staff? Did you kill James too?” your hands turned into fists.

“You really want to know?” Ji Seok asked coyly. “What do you want to know? How I did it? Or what’re their last words?”

Another death. “You are a fucking psychopath.” You glared at him.

“It’s all your fault, y/n! You were the one who killed all of my members and you always chase me like I am a lost puppy.” He laughed. “You are the reason for their deaths.”

Namjoon gritted his teeth. “What do you want Ji Seok?” He was suppressing himself from jumping to him. Come faster, guys.

“Just like before. Money.” He smirked.

Myunsoo yelled, “I will give you anything. Just please let us go.”

Ji Seok smirked. “And Y/n.”

Deg. Namjoon stepped exactly in front of you, covering you completely from Ji Seok’s sight. He glared at Ji Seok. “You are not getting Y/n.” never.

Your heart was racing quickly. You didn’t know what to do. You know Ji Seok is capable to kill anyone in this boat. He could kill Myunsoo and Dahee. He could kill Namjoon. Your Namjoon. You couldn’t let that happen. You patted Namjoon’s shoulder. “That’s okay, Joon. I will go. I can stall him.”

He grabbed your wrist tightly. “No fucking way, Y/N! I will not let you go.” You could see tears forming in his eyes for a bit and then your eyes got cloudy too. “You promised me you will never leave me again.” He begged.

You let your tears fell. “It’s the only way we can survive, Joon. You should know it. It gives the highest chance for the victims to survive.” You laughed dryly. “Where is my Namjoon who thinks logically?”

His throat was dry. He indeed knew what were you talking about. It’s the most logical thing for agents to do. But now, he is no agent. He is just Kim Namjoon. He is just a man who witnesses a woman leave him. A woman who holds a special place in his heart. And he will not let that woman go. “I- I don’t care. I will not let you go.”

“Joon..” you whined as you tried to release his grip. “I have to.”

“No.” Namjoon tightened his grip. You could see his tears finally fell. “You told me not to negotiate with terrorists.”

“It’s in the past Joon. I have to.” You jerked his hand. “I am sorry.” You ran from him, not looking back. You were afraid if you saw his face once more, your determination would be broken. There are also uproars inside your in-ear. All trying to stop you. “I am sorry guys.”

Namjoon cried, “He is going to kill you. Come back here.”

Suddenly Ji Seok laughed again. “Oh Y/n. Always tried the best to help people. Even though you know what’s gonna happen.” He moved his gun and aimed it to you. You could hear Dahee’s screaming behind you. Maybe it just bound to happen. You’re getting tired of chasing Ji Seok and being chased by him. Maybe it is just for the best.

Bang!

“Y/N!” Namjoon shouted.

Namjoon’s voice woke you. Just before the bullet come through you, you nudged and charge Ji Seok. No, I won’t give up. The bullet grazed your left cheek, but you didn’t care. You ran to him and hit his wrist until his gun fell. You kicked the gun to Namjoon who swiftly grabbed it. It feels like a dream. You fought Ji Seok, with Namjoon by your side. Well, behind you with the gun, but it still counts.

Ji Seok has fallen down from your kick. Before you kick another one, There’s a big wave. It caused you to stumble and lose your balance. Then Ji Seok grabbed your legs and pushed you from the boat. To the cold sea.

“Bastard!” Namjoon then shot Ji Seok before he moved. He shot him everywhere until he ran out of bullets. Namjoon turned blind eyes as he walked to already weak Ji Seok and locked Ji Seok to the ground. He punched him as hard and as many as he could. Namjoon couldn’t even see clearly. His eyes were clouded with tears and anger.

Until someone pulled him away to stop him from hitting Ji Seok. “Stop Joon, you don’t want to kill him.”

Namjoon stopped by the voice. Your voice. He turned his body to you. And he found you. You in his jacket. You with wounded cheek. You with wet hair and body. He pulled you into his chest, hugging you tightly. “I thought I gonna lose you.” He sighed in relief then released you. He cupped your face gently, studying your face. “Are you okay?”

You reached out to his face. “I am okay.” You assured. Namjoon then joined his lips with yours, a short one. He needed this kis. He needed to make sure that you’re alive in front of him. “We should tie him up before he awake.”

“Oh right.” He then released you and walked to Ji Seok. You turned to find Myunsoo and Dahee sat on the floor in each other embrace.

“Are you both okay? We’re sorry to make you see something so traumatizing. And personally, I want to apologize for lying to you. It’s just our job-“ Dahee ran to you and hugged you. You were perplexed by her action, but then you just hugged her back.

Dahee cried as she hugged you. “Oh my God, I am just glad you’re okay.” You released her and patted her. You then nodded to Myunsoo beside her.

“Y/N! Namjoon!” You heard Hoseok yelled. “Are you guys okay?” Finally, the other boat came.

You turned to the other guys and gave them a thumb up. “Just take him away please.”

They stopped the boat just beside your boat. Jungkook and Jin then took Ji Seok away from Namjoon. Luckily, Namjoon didn’t kill Ji Seok. Lucky, because there will be no paper to fill in. Hoseok and Yoongi then asked Myunsoo and Dahee to go to another boat. Taehyung and Jimin ran to you. Taehyung hugged you tightly and Jimin draped a dry towel on your shoulder. They also asked you and Namjoon to go with the other boat while they stay with Jungkook and Jin.

The boat ride was silent. All of them just relieved that it’s over. Namjoon has never left your side since he stepped on the boat. He draped you with another towel and sat in front of you. He cleaned your wound and cover it with a bandage. “It doesn’t look that deep. But I still think that it will scar. Let’s go to the hospital after this, alright?”

You just nodded. You then reach out your hands to him. His brows knitted in confusion. “I am cold.”

He then took your hands in him, rubbing them to make you warm and blowing them in his hands. You giggled as you saw what he did. “I just want to make you warm.” He said sheepishly. He stuttered. “I- I know you just went for a few minutes, but I really miss you. I am just really glad that you’re okay.” He kissed your hand softly.

“I am sorry.” You then leaned to him, stealing a light kiss which made Namjoon gawked. “But I am here now.”

Namjoon then pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly. He rested his head on the nape of your neck, breathed in all of your smell. “You are here now.”

You both stayed for a moment in each other’s embrace. You couldn’t care with Yoongi and Hoseok yelled in disgust behind you, and the voices inside your in-ear. The moment is just yours and Namjoon’s. You only heard the sound of the sea, the wind, and each other’s breaths, but this time, you are not terrified. You feel happy. You feel completed. This time, the sea is your best friend.

You walked separate ways after arriving at the dock. Jin, Jungkook, Yoongi, and Jimin handled Ji Seok, while Hoseok and Taehyung escorted Myunsoo and Dahee back to the hotel and she hugged you before you parted ways. You and Namjoon went to the nearest hospital. Apparently, the doctors didn’t comment much after Namjoon explained that it caused by the coral reef. It was relieving actually.

Namjoon has never released your hand in the hospital. When you got stitches on your cheek, he just held your hand and kissed it several times. It was only when Namjoon got a call from Jin, he finally released your hand to take the call outside. Well, he tried to answer it inside, but the old nurse glared at him.

You walked outside after getting treatment, finding Namjoon in front of the hospital. “Hey, what did Jin say?”

Namjoon closed his phone and put in inside his pocket. He then put his hand on your shoulder to ask you to walk with him. “Jin has reported to the Company, and Ji Seok is the priority for now. So, they’re going back tonight.”

The hospital is not located near the sea, but you could still hear the sound of the wave in the distance. The sun has already set, but still, the sky has the orange hue. “So are you gonna be okay? Your job, I mean.” You asked warily.

“Maybe, it’s going to be a little problem. But I don’t really care.” He smiled as he looked at the sky. “Sometimes we fail, sometimes we don’t. I don’t need a perfect score in my job.”

“I am sorry I didn’t tell you before. I was so mad about you at that time.” You sighed. “Well, I still now.” You turned to him.

Namjoon stopped. “Why are you still mad? He has already been caught.”

“You called me obsessed and took me off the mission. And oh, I am not sure that you remembered that the data you used was mine?” You yelled at him. “And you didn’t even thank me for it!”

Namjoon was flabbergasted. “Well, you did obsessed!”

“No, I didn’t!”

“Oh, right! You just collected that thick binder of yours just for fun! Oh and not to mention how you spent 3 years after that mission to look for his whereabouts and almost got fired. How about when you took ‘a leave’ just to chase him and almost died?” Namjoon shrugged and yelled. “Yeah, that looks like a nice hobby for me!”

“I-“

“Well, you know what another nice hobby that people in restraining order do? Oh, they love to follow their exes as a hobby!”

“STOP IT!” You were fuming and turned your back to him. “You are a jerk.” You walked away from him.

Namjoon then grabbed your hand to stop you. “Look, I am sorry that I hurt your feeling, okay?” He scratched his neck and sighed. “I took you off because I thought it could be dangerous for you, okay? You worked with too many emotions and I was just afraid that you would do things without thinking.”

“That’s wrong! I still went and guess what? I was right? You-“

“Can I please at least explain myself first?” he said softly. You pouted. “I’ll admit that it was not a wise decision. I didn’t think that your obses- I mean I didn’t think you would still go to the negotiation. You were right. I am sorry for not listening to you before and thank you for saving my team at that time.”

You just looked at your feet. “Our friend died, you know.”

Namjoon walked closer to you and rested your head on his chest. “I know.” He patted your head softly. “I wasn’t a good leader.”

You shook your head. “No. You are a good agent, and a good leader.”

“But still, Why you didn’t tell me?” He cupped your face. “I knew you didn’t tell me not just because you were mad at me.”

“I just didn’t want you to to get trouble. You looked happy.” You fiddled your-Namjoon’s jacket.

Namjoon felt his chest swelling. He couldn’t believe what you did for him. “I am just sad, you know, I should be the one who helped you 2 years ago.” He pouted.

You giggled and put one hand to his cheek, poking the location of his dimple. “Well, it was a dangerous situation. You wouldn’t handle it.” You said jokingly.

He moved your body and cornered you on the sidewalk. “Hey, I am better now. I bet that I can defeat you.”

You raised one of your eyebrows. “Really? Let’s do it then.” You leaned to his face. “What do you want to bet on?”

“You.” He said happily. He leaned forward too, until you could feel his breath on your face. “If I win, you will have to go on a date with me.”

You could feel your heart leaped up for joy. You smiled widely. “I thought that we have passed that date, but sure.” You tiptoed and gave him a kiss on his cheek. “Deal.”

He couldn’t hide his smile. He just took your hand again and walked. “Wanna walk around for a bit before we return to the hotel?”

“I thought we go home tonight?” you asked.

“No, I requested temporary leave for us. We can have a holiday for some days.”

It has been a while since you walked like a normal person, not as an agent. You have worked so much in these past years. The only outing you went was just eating with Jimin. Every holiday you got was spent in your apartment, working or maybe sleeping. This is a new situation for you and you like it. Namjoon has talked about how he spent most of his time working with Jin. How he was mad when Jin told a joke during a mission in his in-ear. And you talked about how Jimin raided your apartment and threw almost all of your clothes when you were away. It’s just like when you both just recruited, when you and Namjoon spent the night just talking to each other. You missed this.

It’s been almost midnight, but you still walked on the beach by the hotel. Time does fly so fast when you are with someone you care about. Namjoon ran around like a little boy and yelled happily when he found a little crab. “So, do you still afraid of water?” you barefooted and walked on the coast. Letting your feet wet with seawater.

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I think I do.” You sighed. “it sucks.”

Suddenly Namjoon stopped and pulled you to him. He cupped your face gently. His face features were lightened by the moon, and he was beautiful. “I know it’s hard. But you will not be alone, okay? All of the other guys will help you.”

“I know. I have you.” You smiled sheepishly. You gazed into his black eyes.

His jaw clenched. “Don’t look at me like that.”

Your brows frowned. “like what?”

“Like you want me.” He diverted his eyes from you, avoiding your eyes.

You gulped. “What if I want you?”

He gruntled and crashed his lips on yours. His lips moved languidly with yours, molding your lips. His hands moved to your neck and he pulled you closer. You melted in his kiss. He bit your lower lips harshly. He parted his lips and pushed his tongue in. His tongue explored your mouth like he wanted to steal your breath away. You could smell his sweetness mixed with the saltiness of the sea and that’s intoxicating. You felt a heat slowly gathered to your core. His hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer to him. You moaned softly as he grinded his hips on you on purpose and you could feel his hardness underneath his shorts. “I want you.” As he released on your lips, he grazed his lips on your neck. Kissing every part of your neck until your knees went weak.

“Take me.” You moaned. “here..”

He cursed silently. “No, let’s go back to our room. I don’t want people to see your body.” He bit your earlobe. “This body is just for me.”

The walk to the room was messy. It was hard for you to stay sober. And it was getting harder when Namjoon grinding his erection to your ass in the elevator. You almost took him right there in the elevator. You need him badly.

You opened your room hastily, while Namjoon kissing your neck from behind. Just as the door closed, your lips attached again to his. He removed your-his-jacket and threw it on the floor and you messily open his shirt’s button. As his shirt thrown too, you couldn’t believe what you saw. His golden skin glowing in the moonlight from the window. He’s just beautiful.

He walked you to the bed until the back of your knees hit the bed. “I want to see you.”

You nervously pulled your zipper down and let your dress fell to the ground. Your arms subconsciously were thrown across your chest, covering your body. You could feel the embarrassment rushing in. He kissed your neck again. “Don’t hide for me. You’re beautiful.” His hand moved to your back to unclasp your bra and threw it to the ground. He then guided your back to fall to the bed. His lips crashed to your lips again. He moved his lips to below your neck. He kissed your chest, leaving a trail of saliva and sucked it gently. He wanted to know that you’re his. He kissed every part of your body and he stopped on your scars. He kissed and licked your scar below your clavicle, and the big scar in the center of your stomach. “These scars, they’re beautiful.”

You moaned as his hot tongue licked your side scars, sending shivers through your spine. “Joon.. Touch me.”

Without any waiting, he grazed his calloused fingers to your nipples. You could feel a jolt in you. He played with your breast while pinched your nipples which made you go crazy. You could feel your nipples hardened and then he leaned in and put your nipples inside his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue, nibbled it while his hand played with your other breast. As he moved his lips to your other breast, his hand moved to your thigh. He slowly opened your thighs while touching your inner thigh. He then sneaked under your underwear to touch your core. You’ve already so wet, basically, your underwear has soaked already. “So wet, just for me.”

Namjoon then took your pants off and threw it aside. He moved his head between your thigh, your core exposed. You’re so embarrassed. You’ve never been this exposed before. Just as you want to close your thighs, Namjoon held your thigh open. Namjoon found your clit soon after. He circling your clit and running to the slit of your fold. The touches were enough to make you shiver. “Joon..”

“Let me make you feel good.” Just before you said anything. He kissed you hardened bud lightly. He flicked your bud rapidly and made your back arching. He moved down as he licked your fold. Just in front of your heated core, he pushed his finger into you. “You’re so tight and wet.”

“I need you, Joon.” You begged.

“Gonna stretch you well first, baby.” Namjoon then thrust his finger in and out. He darted his lips on your nub and suck it gently again. You moaned whenever he flicked your clit. And he just knew that it’s your sensitive part, so he just attacked it again. You turned into a ball of moans as you moaned his name repeatedly. He could feel how your core was clenched around his finger that you’re close. He pumped his finger and increasing his pace. He even rub your sensitive spot inside which made you toe curled. “Come to me, baby. You can do it.”

His tongue still flicked your nub and your hand subconsciously grip his hair. Your breaths became uneven. You could feel the knot inside your stomach tightened and your thighs shaking uncontrollably. You automatically grinded your hips into his face to ride your orgasm. He licked your cum in your sensitive core skillfully, made you trembled every time he swiped his hot tongue.

“Beautiful.” He then kissed you passionately. You could taste yourself in his lips. He grinded his clothed hips to you. Your hand moved to his shorts open them. Seeing your frustration, he released from you and took off his shorts and underwear, leaving him completely naked.

“You are beautiful too.” You pulled him and kissed him again. Now you could feel his warm member grinding inside your thigh. Every time he touched you would moan his name. “I want you.”

He gritted his teeth. “I want this as slow as I can. But whenever you begged like that, I just want to slam my cock inside your warm pussy.”

“We have so much time after this. I just want to feel you now.” Just after you said it. He ran the head on your slick to gather your wetness. He then positioned himself in front of your core and pushed it slowly.

“Oh my God. You’re so tight.” He pushed it slowly until his entire length deep inside you. You felt slight pain with this stretch and you let out a small whimper. “Am I hurting you?”

You shook your head. “No, I just need a moment. You’re so big.” You waited until your pain subdued. You have never felt this full before. You love how his warm cock inside you. “Please move, Joon.”

He put all of his weight on his arms and putting his arms on the bed, caging your body. He pulled out his cock until just his head remains inside you and thrust into again. He began pumping in and out while you whimpering and moaned in delight. This felt so good. He then angled his hip a bit and hit the sweet spot inside you which made you clenched his cock involuntarily. “Baby, you felt so good. I don’t think I am gonna last long.”

You could feel the knot inside your stomach began to tighten. “Joon, I am gonn-.”

“I know, baby. Me too.” His pumping became more sloppy. “Can I come inside you?”

You nodded as you moaned. “Y-yes. Please come inside me. Fill me with yours.”

“Fuck. You’re so hot, you know that?” He then leaned to you and kissed you. His hand move to your clit and rubbing it. Your orgasm hit you stronger this time. Namjoon could feel how your walls clenched and pulsing against in his cock. After a few thrusts, he thrust you deep and cumming inside you. Painting your walls with his seed and falling on the top of your body.

The room filled with your moans and smell of sex. You both started to control your breaths. His cock was softening inside you and you felt his cum mixed with yours started seeping out. He began to release himself from you, and you whimpered with the sudden emptiness inside you.

Namjoon stood and walked to the bathroom. You couldn’t bother to sit, you were tired but happy. Namjoon then back with a warm towel and began to clean your messy core. “I really wanted to make this messier. But, maybe later.”

You giggled, “We can have as many as we want, Joon.” You reached out your hands. “Just sleep with me now.”

Namjoon then wrapped you inside his arms. Your head rested on his broad chest. Your chest swelled with happiness. You have never felt this before. You felt completed. You sunk your head on his chest deeply as your body trembled. Namjoon noticed this, but he just stroked your hair and back. “I am here, babe.”

“Thank you for saving me, Joon.” You choked as you wrapped your arms around him. Then you fell asleep again, lulled by his warm hands on your body.

Namjoon just smiled. You were sleeping naked beside him, scars on you, but you are still the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. He pulled the blanket to cover both of you. He swiped your hair behind your ear, to see you carefully. Namjoon realized, you are indeed hurt and struggling. You were a broken vase that shattered into pieces. You were having a hard time to glue it together. But, still, a broken vase will never be like before. It’s just bound to be thrown away.

He remembered how he talked to Myunsoo this afternoon. How Myunsoo finally won the bidding of a cracked vase for $10000. At first, he thought Myunsoo was insane, why did he even buy a cracked vase for such a high price? Myunsoo then explained that the vase was broken in the first place, but now the vase is repaired by mending with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold. Thus, a broken vase turns to something more beautiful and useful. It was the philosophy of Kintsugi, we shouldn’t throw away broken objects, instead we should try to repair things, and its breakage can become valuable. Not only the kintsugi vase hid the breakages, but it also illuminates them with gold.

You were still his broken vase, broken by all of the traumatic events and your negative experiences. You tried your best to disguise and hide them. But it is not the only way. You should look for a way to cope with all of those scars positively, and wear it with pride because it is your part of your history. And he wants to help you.

Maybe Namjoon is not THE perfect person for you. Sometimes he is selfish, he is clumsy, and he is not as strong as you. But he is a hard worker and he has something that might help you mending all your scars. Something that can be as valuable as gold.

Namjoon tightened his hug and kissed the top of your head softly.

“I love you, y/n.”

Epilogue

“So Yeah, that’s what happened,” Jin explained. He was in his boss’s office. The Hawaii mission just ended a week ago. Ji Seok still on the investigation, but with that many pieces of evidence, it was unlikely that he could be free.

The boss put his arms across his chest and nodded. “Alright. Thank you. You can go.”

As Jin walked towards the door, he turned to face his boss. “You knew about Black, about Ji Seok, About Y/n, and everything, didn’t you?”

The boss just smiled meaningfully. “I might know some things.”

“Why you let that happen to Y/n and Namjoon?” His brows knitted, he knew that his Boss is a smart and wonderful man, he respects him. But why in the hell he let those dangerous things happened to his agents?

The boss sighed. He stood up and faced the window. “You know right, that Y/n and Namjoon are great agents?”

Jin walked to the desk. “I know about that! That’s why-“

“And you should know that not only Y/n has a weakness. Namjoon too.”

Jin raised one of his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“Y/N has always been an emotional agent since the beginning. The way she uses her emotions and affects the work is one of her weaknesses, plus now she also has PTSD after that incident in Hawaii. Eventhough she is a great agent, she is still a young woman. She needs to be loved and respected. Furthermore, Namjoon has always been a logical agent. He excels in everything. But one thing he lacks at, He is selfish. He never understands nor experiences what does it feel to lose someone he loves so dearly. He lacks compassion.” The boss turned to Jin.

Jin’s jaw just dropped. “Wow. You do know everything, don’t you? So that’s your intention of why you put them together?”

The boss replied with a smile. “Of course. I just want my agents to be the best.”

Jin could see from the glass door, you and Namjoon giggling in the aisle. Namjoon has never looked at you, or any other person, like that before. And you have never seen with a smile since 2 years ago, but now you are smiling widely to Namjoon. “How do you know that they love each other?”

He laughed. His eyes turned into a crescent. “I just knew.”

First series: Done! Go check the other series because *sst... It’s all connected!

Series Masterlist: The Company

[lokiodinsonofasgard000]

Cupid’s Contract

Loki and (Name) had been spending some time getting things ready for Christmas time on Midgard for celebration. After everything that had happened in New York and finding out about Thanos and how he was controlling him; it was decided to keep Loki on Midgard working as an avenger to amend what he had done. Much to the disagreeing of the others aside from Thor whom was estatic to have his brother by his side again.

The team was released to hear that (Name) was assigned to be his mentor and senior supervisor. She didn’t mind taking the job she found the Asgardian god to be very interesting and entertaining, a breathe of fresh air in a way; most of the other avengers were very serious in tricky situations (aside from Tony) and yet Loki always found a way to make some kind of comment, that earned a smile or chuckle from (Name). To be frank; Loki loved hearing her laugh, more so if he was the cause of her laughter.

“JARVIS. Please let everyone know I will be taking Loki out of the facility for an errand runs” (Name) called out grabbing her coat and scarf

“A notification has been sent. When will you be arriving?” asked the male AI.

“Not too sure, don’t wait on us” she called out before closing the door behind her.

(Name) opened the door and called out for Loki to hurry up. With a green flash Loki was by her side in all black, a gray and black checkered scarf around his neck. It had been snowing the night before and it was getting really cold coming to Christmas time.

“Alright to the car where it’s warmer; we need to get some Christmas decorations, I’m thinking of blue and silver themed, maybe some green so the tree makes sense” (Name) blabbered on as she started the car up

“We could always use magic dear-”

“Loki no. No magic. Plus I really want to have a real pine tree”

“...fine. But why blue and silver?” Loki asked her as they started to drive, Loki in the passenger seat

“Easy, it’ll piss off Tony” she smiled “we’ve had red and gold themed Christmas’ for years now and that was chosen by Tony himself”

“Well then...count me in, lets us annoy the short avenger” Loki shared a cheeky smirk

“Careful handsome, don’t let Tony hear ya say that” she teased.

-

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Time had past and the two decided to have something to eat, after they slaving way buying decorations and last minute gift shopping.

After everything that had happened, the public started to get more used to seeing Loki around, every now and then. However the media noticed his closeness towards agent (Name) and pounces on the opportunity to get the hot story.

Usually the media would take photos of the two when they were together on normal days doing domestic things like; grocery shopping, movie night, and the simple hanging out even. Although (Name) and Loki cared nothing of it, it did get to the point where the avengers started to pry into their relationship as well; curious to their domestic closeness.

The two obviously had a closeness that they both acknowledged, and they both discussed in private the idea of a relationship but decided to wait on it, they both believed they still needed to work on each other as individuals before committing to a relationship, and filling out a ‘cupid’s contract’ to establish the relationship is consensual, and will not result in favoritism or get in between their work of duties.

Loki was smiling at her fondy as they ate food in the large food court. The two enjoying each other company until the sound of several cameras sounded off. Loki clenched his fists as he started to glare at the paparazzi, (Name) grabbed his hand giving him a look ‘calm down’.

Heaving a sigh he relaxed pushing his food away

“I think I’ve lost my appetite” he grumbled

“Oh don’t be like that sir. Just eat” she sighed as she continued to eat her own food ignoring the paparazzi that continues to snap shots of them.

“Well my apologizes. It's not my fault that I don’t enjoy being photographed like some zoo animal in a cage for other’s entertainment” he snapped.

This took (Name) by surprised, she never appreciate his bursts of frustrations. Frowning she stopped eating and crossed her arms and glaring lightly at him as she started to tell him off

“And you think I like this attention?” she sapped back

“Darling… that’s not what I was saying” he glared back at her attitude

“Maybe you should learn to choose your words carefully next time, love” she warned him.

Another flashes go off as they started to get closer to hear their conversation. Loki could feel his blood boil as he started to feel a little too cornered from the paparazzi, the arguing with (Name) didn't help either even though he knew he was the one who started it. (Name) could tell Loki was going to loose his temper anytime soon so she pulled her gun at the paparazzi with such an intense and feirce glre

“Back the fuck off before I kill you all” she said threateningly as they scattered off

“Darling just being we are arguing doesn’t mean to take it out on the pathetic humans” Loki said less frustrated there was no more loud clicks and flashing lights.

“Oh forgive me for trying to get them off our back so you didn’t feel uncomfortable” she defended putting her gun away.

Silence between the two before they heaved a sigh. They two took time to calm down for bit, until Loki started to chuckle which made (Name) give him a questioning stare

“What?” (Name) piped up

“Nothing, just amused of what this times headlines will be. “Agent (Name) and Loki of Asgard: break up?” or perhaps “what did he do?”. The lists goes on” Loki smiled.

(Name) took the time think up some headlines that made her chuckled as she smiled at him

“I’m betting on “Loki pushes (Name) to her limits: pulls out gun”  or “couple makes a scene”..." She paused for a moment "You know Fury is probably gonna scold us and probably interrogate us on our relationship and what is it that we have”

Loki looked at her confused but asked her to go on and elaborate on what she meant on ‘our relationship’.

“Come on Loki… what’s the point in denying this” she mentioned between them with her hands “We do almost everything couples do aside from being touchy with each other-”

“Well dear, you were the one who wanted us to put the pin in our relationship status, for once we found ourselves as individuals, to which I respect” Loki spoke now seriously

“Yes… I know, but I’m saying... I'm saying I’m wrong. I think we should make it official and just get the stupid work contract thing signed-”

“Love contract” Loki interjected with a smile

“Y-yes...that. Anyway, we would also have to disclose it to our work colleagues” (Name) explains resting her cheek on her fist as she played with her food with her fork

“...I don’t believe so. To disclose that to Nick, I understand but to the avengers? I think not” Loki spoke with a frown “It is and will be our relationship, they don’t need to know of our private affairs”

“Agreed, but you brother needs to know and I don’t want to hear any excuses, alright” (Name) said pointing a finger at him

“Fine.. but you do understand that he will blurt it to everyone and to the public” Loki heaved a sigh

“Yes… but I’m not ashamed”

“...Neither am I. But I value privacy...you know not of my oaf of a brother Love...You know nothing”

“We’ll be fine handsome” she said softly and held his hand tenderly to which he returned a soft tender smile her way

[minalous]

Zeus: King of Gods (m)

pairing: jungkook x reader, namjoon x reader ft taehyung x reader

description/warnings: jungkook!god, since he is Zeus of course he will be a little bit dominant, namjoon!god, namjoon is Dionysus so please yes, namjoon likes creating and inspiring ecstasy, smut happening, oral (f receiving) || You find yourself in disbelief when a young man swears he is the God of Sky, Zeus. It doesn’t take long until you take him seriously.  “I’m here to save you, I’m here to ruin you.You called me, see? I’m so sweet”

genre: smut | angst | fluff

words: 6.2k

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Why on earth you decided to come here after such a long time? How the hell did you find yourself involved into a seminar you never wanted to take in the first place? The questions that keep bugging through the whole lot of your journey. Going back to Greece is not the problem, you are always into taking some vacation in the country which had you hooked into archaeology. It will only be for a week, seven days you can devote into relaxing and being away from work.

Travelling all the way to your destination takes more than twenty hours, time you could possibly spend home to relax and have some time for yourself, a great opportunity that your best friend took away from you. He had to stay back home since the nature of his work did not offer a lot of time off. Being your assistant does not give him enough time to get vacation, maybe that is your fault, only partially. 

"You are aware of the situation you got yourself into, right?" you whisper to yourself while struggling to get past your fellow passengers. The airplane has just landed, a few minutes earlier than expected and it works perfectly in your favour. You hurriedly grab your cabin bag, making the best of efforts to avoid the people surrounding you.

What you do not expect is the rain pouring down as if the sky itself opened in half to rain down waterfalls. It is beautiful to watch but right now you desperately need to hurry and go to your hotel. You are thankful you know the closest way to go there, the traffic is horrible due to the downpour.

It does not take you long to get to your hotel, the decision you made not to take a taxi was wise, the traffic is getting worse and worse by the minute. The lobby of the hotel is enormous, the heat of the air conditioning sends waves of pleasurable warmth all over your body. The rain seems to have gotten your clothes so wet that only now you can tell how much it has affected you.

"Hello. I have booked one of your suites" you say while you try to reach out for your phone inside your purse

"Hello, Miss. Under what surname have you done the booking?" 

"It should be under the surname Kim. My assistant made it for me. It should be under Kim Taehyung"

"Yes, Miss. You have booked the Crimson suite for a month."

The man's words snap you out of your thoughts, staring blankly into his direction as you try to remind yourself how many days you have decided to stay here.

"I am sorry. I think there has been a mistake. It should be for a week."

"Let me check again then, Miss."

You now keep searching for your phone furiously, there is no mistake made apart from the one Kim Taehyung that has lied to you and has arranged an extended holiday for you without your permission. You make a quick phone call while waving to the man in the reception that you are on the phone.

"Hello, hello" you hear his voice "how was your trip, baby?"

"Don't baby me, Tae. Why the hell did you book the suite for a month?"

"First of all, you are welcome?" he fake laughs at you "and secondly, please do take some vacation. You are fucked from work. Two years in the row with no holidays. Just relax. The company will be fine without you" he adds

"I doubt that" you tell him "but I trust you."

"Now say you are sorry and thank me, because we have been through hell these last couple of months." he says in a worried tone "especially you and I after all those incidents"

"I am sorry, Tae. I should not have dragged you into this"

"There will always be incidents, baby. I like going on trips with you, but this one take in on your own. Spend some time with yourself, think about your next steps. Maybe I will come meet you there. You like the Ancient Greek Gods, right?"

"Yes" you say in a lower voice "Thank you for remembering that."

"Anything for you, baby." you can tell he is smiling "Call me when you are done with your check in, yeah?"

"Yes, Tae. Thank you again for everything. I don't know what I would do without you." you are truly blessed to have him in your life

"No worries, baby. I love you"

"I love you too, Tae"

"Bye. Have fun" he says cheerfully

"Bye"

Lucky, that is what you are to have Tae in your life. He organised this trip and vacation for you, for your well being. He truly is an angel. You have known Taehyung your whole life. Since you can remember yourself, he was there, has always been there. To protect you, to guide you, to fight for you. 

"Miss, I have checked the booking twice and it says it is for a month. It has already been paid." 

"It is okay. I was on the phone with my assistant and we clarified the dates. Thank you for checking though" you smile at him

"Here is your key, miss" he hands you the key "your personal assistant will help you get to your suite"

"My what?" you say in confusion

"The VIP guests have a 24hr private assistance. It is the same as having a butler, Miss. Your assistant has provided this service for you."

For the love of god, why is he such a baby?

"Thank you for letting me know. Have a goodnight"

"Goodnight, Miss"

Your personal assistant as the receptionist said, helped you get to your suite. Apparently it is not a service provided only for the hotel premises. He is assigned to accompany you through the whole of your accommodation. The more you look at him, the more he looks like a bodyguard rather than a personal assistant. You cannot deny he looks more like a model though. He is tall, well built, tanned skin, beautiful blonde hair. He looks like an old forgotten god.

"Here is your suite, Miss. Please call me if you need anything. I will be outside. Have a good night." he says while he is about to close the door

"Thank you for youryou help. Before you leave, what is your name?"

"Namjoon, Miss" he replies and bows before closing the door for you

The next few days get by smoothly, day and night you do those things you missed the most; shopping, reading, cooking your favourite meal. Namjoon accompanies you everywhere you are to go. He mostly never talks, only if necessary. It is quite enjoyable to have someone by your side after such a long time of being alone when doing every day chores. Much more enjoyable when this somebody who offers you his company is so beautiful.

You do not want to make him uncomfortable but you stare at him from time to time, your eyes keep tracing his movements; he opens every door for you, he brings you coffee every morning and he weirdly enough guessed the coffee you like right, he silently does whatever you need and want without being asked to do so. He never exceeds limits and boundaries. He is a gentleman. 

The last place you find yourself in is one of the finest wine shops in the city. You are not the best to choose when it comes to wine. Over the years you had a lot of bad experiencesexperience with wine, especially after bad days, drinking your sorrows away. Namjoon approaches you carefully, a smile on his lips as he questions you.

"I am sorry to interfere, Miss, but what kind of wine would you like to consume with your food?"

"I always preferred red wine to any other wine" you lower your voice and lean towards him, almost whispering "you may not know, but in ancient Greece they loved red wine" 

"Is that so?" Namjoon asks in curiosity, a faint smirk plastered on his lips

It feels so fun to have him here with you, able to share the knowledge you hold for ancient history and mythology.

"They had Dionysus. He is mostly known as the God of wine but I always loved him for his contribution in the arts and literature. He was so loved and he was so important for a lot of people back in the days. Real or not, he did his part." you tell him, two bottles of red wine in your hands.

"Thank you.." he says in awe before walking to the till "For letting me know. But I believe you should buy these bottles of red wine. Something stronger will help you relax"

Namjoon carries the bags with the bottles back to the car, your mind already trying to figure out what you are going to cook back home. There is basically nothing left except for fruit you have bought a couple of days ago and some steak you would end up throwing away. You are not bored, just too tired to cook.

"Namjoon?" 

"Yes, Miss?" he replies softly

"Would you..? Never mind" it's too childish to ask him to cook for you

"Is there something wrong, Miss?" Namjoon drives the both of you back home, almost reaching back to your destination

"No, nothing wrong. I wondered if you could possibly cook for me?" you end your request with a question mark floating in your tone

You can hear Namjoon chuckling at the front driver's seat and it would hurt your pride if you did not know he is not the type of person to mock you.

"I would love to" he pauses for a minute "I mean I am happy to cook for you, Miss"

As you show him where the things you have bought are, Namjoon takes off his suit jacket which has you baffled. Where was he hiding all these muscles? You try to shake off the feeling of arousal by opening one of the bottles you just bought. With your hands pouring a glass of wine, you reach out to give a glass of wine to Namjoon but you are not ready for what you are about to see; Namjoon is slowly rolling up his sleeves, veiny arms now exposed to all of their glory.

"Wow" comes out as a whisper from your lips

"Thank you, Miss. How would you like to have your steak?"

Is he thanking you for your comment or for the wine? You clearly are clueless

"Medium to medium well would be fine"

"It will not take long." he reassures

You sit at the other side of the table, taking in the beautiful view he provides while he is so concentrated on cooking your meal. The glass of wine you hold in your grasp is already empty, not blaming yourself for finishing it so quickly. It helps you drown the improper thoughts you have for Namjoon.

It seems to you that your body is not listening to you, insatiable the way he moves around you, how he touches things, the depth of his voice as he asks you the simplest of things. Is he real? You have never felt so attracted to anyone before, eyes stay stimulated on his figure, the more you stay focused on him, the more you want to get lost into him.

Is it the wine talking, is it him that makes you lose yourself? 

"You should stop drinking if it makes you so dizzy" 

Namjoon is sitting right next to you, holding his distance as expected from a gentleman like himself, showing you the empty bottle in his hand.

"When did you manage to finish it?" his voice is smooth like silk

"I don't know. I don't remember" these are the very last words you remember falling from your lips

Black velvet, green, red; colours that are decorating the room you found yourself in. The touch of velvet under your skin has you shiver from pleasure, the feeling travels down your heat and it makes you moan involuntary. Everything is set to maximum; the noises, the voices, the music, the smells, all of your senses are heightened and it feels ecstatic.

Your clothing is different from what you were wearing beforewearing on before, a dark green silk dress covers only the parts in need to be unseen, your exposed skin shuddering under the chilly air. You move around the room to find the door which would let you further explore and you know there is no escape. That is all you can feel and remember every time you see the same dream - more of a realistic nightmare rather than a dream. The same mansion that would offer its cold, empty halls, full of dust and loneliness.

Extravagant staircases with a design seemingly invaluable as if it held too much history in it, stairs crying out full of agony to you, calling out your name. You would always stare around you, lost and alone you wanted to reach out to anyone. But there is nothing to be seen, as far as your eyes can see there is only one light of life that is staring back at you with the hope you will reach out to it.

"There is more of me waiting for you in here" you can hear a soft, smoky voice trying to lure you into the depths of the mansion.

With eyes fixed on the light trying to guide you, you have no doubt that this whole scene unravelling in front of your very eyes has to be nothing more than a dream which feels so real, so real that it may be true. Your feet drag you further into this mansion, the mansion responsible for all those sleepless nights but the further you get into the mansion, the more fearless you get. Why is it so? Why do you have no fear for what it is to come?

The so familiar sweet, intoxicating scent hits your nostrils and you know you are about to see the same scene you have seen so many other times. Once you notice the beautiful women in front of you, the man who haunts you every time is right there, standing proudly surrounded by all those women. Women so beautiful that would put models into shame, music echoing all around you, grapes and other kinds of fruit surrounding the small of tables next to them which is there to feed their hunger, wine in their hands to quench their thirst.

"I knew you long time ago" the man's voice comes out in a whisper but it reaches you, making the hair on the back of your neck rise.

"I have been waiting for you.." and the man who is standing there is no other than the man who stands beside you every single day

"Namjoon.." it seems so unreal to see him but there he is, ready to haunt your mind and it makes you want to believe it is Namjoon, maybe you crave for him.. 

His voice has this power to make you surrender, not that it would take a lot to have you drop your defence and listen to what he has to say. Your attempt to focus on him is nothing more than a failure as he walks towards you, the room getting bigger and bigger as he comes for you. Had you known his touch would cause you to lose your senses, you would have never let him touch you. This kind of sensation is something you have never experienced before, the smallest touch his skin offers would make fire spread everywhere on your body and once his eyes meet yours, oh those eyes, you know, you know he is up to no good.

"It's not your body I want, it's your mind" he whispers to you, hands searching for your waist

"Just listen now.."he continues "listen to the sweet melody of my music and follow it." The man now offers you a drink that you happily accept, the sweetness of the drink hitting your lips and from the taste of it it probably is wine and honey. 

It is an instant feeling like a warm hug, the sweetness of the wine running into your veins and the rising of a new temptation can be seen into the both of you: lust for life. Only a few inches are separating you from kissing the man in front of you, only a second away from giving into your instincts. You know from his movements as you look deep into his eyes, you know from the way he is leaning into you: he really craves to kiss you. With lips instinctively opening to let him claim the kiss he asks so desperately to have, you let him wrap his hands around your waist and hold you closer to his larger frame. He is about to kiss you, lips and eyes closing to you.

"You are not about to seal your fate, Son."

You can feel the man getting tense under his, what he claims to be, father's words. He holds you closer, hands wrapped around you like wings that are meant to protect you. 

"She is not meant to be here to see you, this is a world I have created for her and I. She is to be here to meet me every night." The voice you can hear from this man is a voice you have been hearing since the beginning of your weird dreams. It has to be the beautiful man you have been dreaming of, the man who lives inside this mansion.

"She is not to be exposed to the cruelty you and your brothers are to unleash. This is a war you brought upon yourself, Father" 

"You are mistaken if you believe that I am to bring her into a war if I weren't sure I can keep her safe"

"But father, isn't it better if she loses her true self once and for all?"

"She is far too precious to have her true self die. She can get reborn to claim what she is rightfully owed" he says and you can feel his voice getting closer to where you stand "she is twice as important as you and I are, Dionysus."

"How come you believe she has the power to destroy them?"

"Because the Fates have shown me.. I have seen what she is capable of. And she can bring the end of days. Their end"

The ancient words echo around the stones of the temple, seeping into the foundation, just like the way the syllables of his voice bleed into yours. The sound of silence echoes louder once his presence fills up the temple, the power flowing from within his body is equal to no power known to you.

"Wake up, wake up and come find me" the voice of an angel pulling you out from your dream and urging you to wake up.

You find yourself safe and sound back in your apartment, the dream you had seemed so unreal right now when you have time to rerun all of the events that took place inside your dreamland. How could you have possibly faced two Greek gods without being harmed from their aura? Being you, you knew how dangerous it is to face beings of that nature; ancient, old, powerful, creatures that withheld powers able to destroy the earth.

There is the need to figure out what the dream is hiding behind the words of you being a goddess, only if it was true, only if the words spoken were real. To the core of your being you secretly hoped it was real. Who was the one who showed Zeus you were powerful? Because there can be none other than Zeus the one Dionysus was talking to, the King of Gods. If he were not to be the most powerful what were you to overpower him?

In the heat of the moment you become angry at your oblivious ignorance, guilty of believing into a dream which is nothing more than drunkenness mixed with the twisted reality you have created. You despise the person you have become with hours and hours spent to find things you cannot see, heartless to people in need of you. Only purpose in your life is to discover the hidden Olympian Gods, a purpose leading you to madness. 

The library that is conveniently placed within the hotel is the quickest way to have access to some of the books you want to have a look at, Zeus's family tree is the first of things you need to search. There were so many powerful Gods and Goddesses, or probably still exist if your suspicions are to become real. You dress up quickly, shoes in hands and ready to go to the library.

"Where are you going, Miss?" Namjoon's voice sends you chills and your whole body freezes on the spot as if somebody caught you doing something illegal. The dream you had no long ago is the reminder of a faint chance of Namjoon being a God. One of the Gods you loved and treasured the most.

"I want to go to the library to look something up. Can you please go grab us some coffee?" you say in the sweetest voice. You do not want to alert him, not until you are sure of his intentions.

"Of course" As Namjoon heads out for the coffee, you find the chance to have some time ahead in finding what you were looking for. You do not know exactly what to look for but the genealogy tree would be a good start. 

Hundreds of books are surrounding you but now you are no longer blind to the truth, your hand aiming towards the one and only book in here that can help you.

"I hope you are the one book that can help me" you mutter to yourself with the book in your hands. With complete attention in the book you are reading, you lean on the bookcase, devoted to finding a clue to help you out.

"Maybe it is not a book you are looking for but a being" the sweet, soft voice you just heard is familiar, a voice you are sure you have heard before.

"I am sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you" you say and continue reading your book. 

"Through ancient times, gods and goddesses walked on this earth, creatures older than the time. They held powers greater than the human mind could think of, the possession of anything mystical the universe could be in possess of.

The long forgotten story of the woman who prayed to Nyx to spare her child before getting devoured from her husband, Erebus, the personification of the deep darkness and shadows. The child was told to be the child of Chaos, the creator of all, and that Gaia and Tartarus were not the only ones. He had an affair that brought her into the world, a lover who he loved more than Nyx but he could never allow a bastard to have a claim to his throne the same way Zeus did to his father."

Mind deep into thoughts, the book you are reading repeating words you could not understand. The man next to you took it away from your hands, not before he could touch your fingers, offering to translate for you.

"I'm here to save you, I'm here to ruin you. You called me, see? I'm so sweet" these are the words you could not translate

"I have crossed oceans of time to find you" he continues "but these are not words in need of translation. This is me letting you know how long it took me to find you, to have you so close"

"Let me introduce myself, luv" the man takes your hand in his, softly bringing it on his lips to kiss it "I am Zeus. You may already know me" 

Yes, you already know him. And you feel you are his. The connection you feel between the two of you is undeniably strong, indestructible, a bond that has been created through years and years of getting to know you, a relationship he was aware he needed to create.

And there you are after unwillingly calling for him; the being who you are to face is one of those beautiful beings you got to know in your dreams, dreams you never knew until recently were real, now being here with him, with no fear or regrets. If you are to die in his hands, let it be. If you are to be held captive in his castle of mysteries, let it be. As long as he has you in the grasp of his hands, holding you tight in his arms, he could be the drug running in your veins, he could be the one to ruin you. He is what you want, you are what he needs.

His whole world is nothing you have seen before and inside your mind you are fighting through the pain to be what he craves for. Too much power dripping down from his fingertips but it is you who have the nectar he is quenching for; you are the purest creature he has laid his eyes on after thousands of years. 

Zeus is the name he is known for the last thousands of years but the name he goes with now is Jungkook. He asks you to call him that as he guides you back inside the mansion you have been dreaming of. Relief rushes through you as you come to realise you will no longer be in a constant battle with yourself, there will be no fear of you losing your mind. 

Jungkook guides you further than you have ever been inside this mansion of his, the lingering feeling of his hands on your body comes back to haunt you when he places a long, slow kiss on your neck. He knows how your body reacts to every of his touches, he commands it to submit under his will and it happily obliges. You cannot tell how long it has been since he has been pleasing you with his tongue and fingers but there is one thing you can tell; he craves to love you, it's all he has.

"Stay there, with your legs open for me. I am not nearly done with you yet."

He sweeps your juices with the back of his hands after licking the remains with his tongue. He is looking like a thirsty man on a hot day under the sun, searching for water. 

"No one can stop us now. You are my nectar. I am your lover"

You ignore the strange chalice he has offered you, sipping down the deep red liquor inside it.

"Sky and earth is ours. Chaos and night is ours. The day is ours. And now you are mine.. Mine." and with a knee bend down before you, your body laying down beautifully on the daybed, he leaves open mouthed kisses along your legs, spread already as he has asked you.

"And I am yours. Only yours" 

The morning sun creeps through the large windows to drag you out of your dreams, Jungkook laying beside you, eyes searching for your.

"Good morning.." he tells you softly "You have been sleeping for a long time"

"Good morning" you say before making your way to the edge of the bed

"I know you still have so many questions" he tries to say but you interrupt him

"I need you to show me" you say in a broken voice "I need you to show me what happened to me. When you gave me the drink last night, I remembered some things, I had broken memories of my past"

"So it worked" Jungkook says more to himself than you

"Please show" you plead

"I'll show you" Jungkook moves his body closer to yours, hands coming to gently touch your temples, soon your head is flooded with images.

The most beautiful woman appears in front of your very eyes like a dream; long black hair, black eyes, porcelain skin. She was as beautiful as the night. "Nyx" you can hear from a man behind her "You have to hide her. She is in danger" You cannot see the man but you can still see the beautiful woman. "Mom" slips from your lips. Mom? This is your mom.. The mother you have been searching your whole life. Nyx is your mother.. "Erebus is near. He can sense her. Please hurry" "Take her, Chaos. Please take her and protect her." "You know that Erebus is no match for you. Why are you so afraid?" "I do not wish him to know of my creation, of my child." Chaos is staring back at her with a look of understatement on his face. "He never knew you created more of you, did he?" You can see your mother tearing up, your father must have never known, must have never accepted your mother has created you. By the look of it you must be much more powerful than the liking of your father. "She is my beautiful light, Father. She is the one to bring the sun in my darkest nights, she is the one to create the air we, Gods, breathe. You created the universe and being your daughter, I wished to create two beautiful children for Erebus and I, but she has all of me in her little heart. She is perfect. But Erebus is scared of her and her powers. Please help me lie about her, help me save my child" 

Chaos is holding your small hands inside his, your eyes fixed on your mother that is trying her best not to cry and you may not have understood why back then, but now you do. She is about to lose her whole world, the only child she was able to have and hold in her hands. She is the most powerful being after Chaos but her only thought is to protect you from the harm your father may bring upon you. "I will always love you" your mother says and in the blink of an eye you find yourself in a different world.

"You are safe here" Chaos tells you "we are thousands of years apart with your father. You are so small and innocent." Chaos leaves a small kiss on your forehead before continuing "This is the right place for you to live and grow up. When he finds you, take the right decision. The world is upon your hands. Your children's desire will be to destroy the world you will come to know as home. Would you wish to save it, you will get reborn as the Goddess your mother wished you to be. Would you find the world you live on to be corrupted, let your children destroy it."

Every single one of the rest of your memories are from your current past. The rest of your story is to be told from Zeus, the son of Cronus and Rhea. 

"You now know why you are here, why we cannot have you ignore your true nature." Jungkook seems to need the world saved from his parents

"You are scared" you say softly "you are scared I won't help you"

"There is one part of the story that you are yet to know. And it is not that I am scared of your decision, I am worried about the power you hold in the grasp of your hands" Jungkook has you face him, with a soft kiss on your lips he feels it coming, your true nature lurking in the darkest corners of your mind 

"You inherited part of your mother's powers. You have the powers of three Gods. This is the reason Nyx had you hidden for thousands of years. No God was to hold so much power, luv. You are so unique" Jungkook says as he kisses you deeply "No Goddess can compete to your beauty" he breathes between the kiss, fingers finding their way to meet your heat "no Goddess can destroy and save worlds like you" his fingers enter with ease your wet core and your pretty moans fill the room "So beautiful you are.."

"I cannot afford to lose you, I cannot walk away from you now that I have found you. I need you to stay with me and save this world. I love my humans and the world" Jungkook never stops until you come undone on his fingers, licking the remaining of your wetness.

"I am here to worship you" Jungkook whispers as you fall asleep in his arms

Day after day you notice your powers overwhelming you, it has been so long since Jungkook has witnessed pure power, power in its rawest form. When Jungkook got to see you control the night sky, summoning the stars to show themselves to you, the small glimpse of his smile filled you with pride.

"Love the stars, love the moon" Jungkook tells you "I love you" 

He carefully places a kiss on your forehead, a kiss full of love. 

"We are equals now" you tell him, the view his balcony offers is breathtaking and to have him hug you is more than enough to make you happy

"I think I can't get enough from your touch" he says "you say a lot of things that drive me insane" 

"I can say a lot more, a lot more when you are with me" you say 

"Immortality becomes you, luv" Jungkook teases you

"I think I am starting to like it. Immortality may not be a bad thing after all"

Jungkook is taken aback by your words, he seems to not agree with your newly found liking in immortality, in the new life you are given.

"Immortality" Jungkook starts" Immortality comes with insatiable need, exquisite pain. Immortality holds its own privileges and downsides. Knowing about my world may get you hurt and I cannot allow that. You were able to awaken your powers, your immortality.. but no power comes without burdens."

"A leap of faith, that is all we need" you say "we need to be strong until we find where my full potential can take me. You mentioned that three different gods are within me, powers unknown to any of us"

"You shouldn't have to carry all that burden alone" Jungkook holds you tighter within his arms "The fate of the world should not be your responsibility"

"But the people living in it are my responsibility, they are our creation. We should save them from your parents. From all the Titans that wish to destroy the world"

"The world is an awful place. Best to meet it on its own terms. People are not good anymore, nor pure" he says but he does not mean it, not wholeheartedly 

"No the world isn't awful" you tell him softly "People are not awful. They want to be good. Something makes them bad, something breaks them down, makes them snap. We all must stand alone against our demons. And humans are not determined to face their demons anymore yet. We have to help them" 

"What if one day their demons become mine to fight? In what end am I to defeat the Titans, those Gods who want to bring an end to all humanity?"

"You are not alone anymore. You have me now.." you reassure him

"I am older than you, even if you came before me, I want to guide you to the old ways, to the old days when everything was beautiful and in harmony" Jungkook smiles at you

"And yet you remain so obstinate to the desire to kill your parents" you chuckle

"I do, my luv. And until the day Tartarus opens its gates for my parents, we are safe up here."

"And when is that to happen?" you ask him softly

"In the next full moon" Jungkook almost whispers

Eyes on the night sky, eyeing the half moon which is so bright, so full of life and promising to the stars around it. You raise your hand as if trying to reach out to the night sky, twisting your fingers while your mind bends the will of the moon to arise, because the moon is yours, the night is yours, the air is yours, the sun is yours. The moon ceases to exist from the night sky and it finds its way to your hand, beautiful as ever to adorn the skin of your wrist.

"That can save us some time I think" you chuckle again

Jungkook looks at you in disbelief as he has never seen anyone hold so much power.

"Yes that will save us all the time in the world, but I am sure that nobody stands a chance against you, luv."

"I would kill for you, Jungkook. Even if it meant to kill all of the Gods."

"And I will live for you" he says with a kiss "Always and forever"

Jungkook is the one God you never thought you would believe in and the one God you came to love; Zeus, the King of Gods. And there are two more Gods you crave to see; your mother, Nyx and your father, Erebus. But the latest will not have the pleasure to feel your love; he will be more than welcome though to feel your wrath.

[1-800-sunset]

Dabihawks Victorian Vampire au ft. Trans Hawks and Vampire! Dabi

The Takami family had been climbing up through the social ladder for years. They have become known as wealthy merchants with connections to several lords and ladies. Keigo was the only son to the main branch of the Takami family. Other branches have opted to marry into social status. Not many people knew of the predicament that left the Takami family to shroud a secret. When Keigo was born he had been born female. Well that in itself was not a problem to his father who would regardlessly still pass on the business to Keigo. However when Keigo was growing up he had an affinity for the things that were primarily masculine. So one day his mother decided to dress him up as you would with a little boy and he was extremely content. So they allowed Keigo to be raised as a boy and those who knew were sworn to secrecy.

Keigo had grown up to be quite a vision with bright honey eyes from his mother and golden blonde hair from his father. He was not quite tall but always carried an air of elegance and dignity. The way he walked almost commanded the attention of any room he entered. He had many suitors of varying genders. Suitors he had become acquainted with in his times of attending balls and business meetings. Of the male suitors who knew of his assigned gender at birth believed him a conquest to tame and make him submit to the role he so hated. Therefore rejecting them with harsh words sweeten by his delivery of voice. The female suitors believed him to be a gentleman and a romantic and swooned, which was not far from the truth. Keigo was excellent at what the tight-lipped Victorians called canoodling.

Besides that Keigo was beloved by his parents and friends. He treated the servants with kindness and fiercely defended them. His best friend was Lady Rumi Usagiyama and once they see each other it will take a lot to get them to let go off one another. Many believed that Lady Rumi and Keigo would one day marry; it only made sense, right? Rumi and Keigo would laugh behind their backs, only Keigo knew of Rumi’s affections towards ladies. But it was a rumor that they let people believe, after all it was just gossip.

This evening the Takami family were invited to a small ball at the Todoroki estate. Keigo was the main reason why they were invited, for he was friends with Lady Fuyumi who had begged her father to let them come. Lady Fuyumi, Rumi and himself would often group together at balls to avoid the unwanted suitors. Plus with Keigo there Rumi and Fuyumi’s relationship as never questioned as being more than

friendly. The estate itself was beautiful filled with gold decor and paintings of the many family members. The mahogany tables were long in the Refreshment room had many varying foods and drinks to choose from. Keigo couldn’t bring himself to eat a sour taste in his mouth as he spotted Lord Enji from across the room boasting about some hunt he went on. He knew of the secrets Lord Enji hid behind closed doors when there weren’t prying eyes. Fuyumi had told him of the years of abuse her mother had endured only for her to be locked in a private wing where no one is allowed to see her. She told him of Touya, her long lost older brother, that her father declared he was dead. And poor Shoto being chosen as the successor to the Todoroki fortune, while receiving the same abuse as his mother and Touya. Rumi and Fuyumi had pulled away from the party to be alone for a while leaving behind a bored Keigo. He knew the estate well enough and walked towards the garden.

He adored the garden as it was covered in lovely red and white roses. Evening lamps glowed unable to match the bright light of the moon above. Keigo was content to be solitary in the garden simply taking in the fragrance all around him as he sat on a bench. In the distance he could hear the clicking of glasses and roars of laughter. A sigh escaping his lips as he absent mindingly stroked the petals of a nearby white rose. But there was a presence that he could not shake. It was as if he was being watched from afar, an uneasiness spreading in his stomach. There was a sense of danger blanketing the garden. Until he turned around only for honey golden eyes to clash with burning turquoise blue. A gasp left his mouth, the man was tall and lanky with deathly pale skin. Unusually lacking any color as if he was born in darkness. Hair in unruly spikes as dark as a raven’s wing. There was a lopsided smirk and although his eyes were half lidded seemed amused at the blond’s reaction. Every fiber of Keigo’s body told him this man was not to be trusted but he couldn’t seem to move like a frightened animal in front of a beast.

“Who are you?” He mannered to say hoping his fear did not spill into his otherwise confident remark.

“ I should be asking you that question. After all, I am in the presence of such a lovely dove such as yourself. But I will not deny such a pretty thing, an answer, I go by the name Dabi.” Dabi said with a low chuckle that made Keigo’s heart race.

“Please, do tell me your name. I am on the edge of my seat to know” Dabi say moving closer to the man.

Keigo didn’t know if it was a good idea to let this man know his name after all he knew nothing of this mysterious man. So he came to the conclusion to give him a pseudonym to protect at least some part of his identity.

“They call me Hawks. Now what brings you here in this estate.”

“Aw birdie you have to be more honest. I know you are lying but I won’t hold against you. I came for some personal business but it seems I have been distracted by something better. “

A shiver went through Keigo’s body, as Dabi stalked closer. Normally he would give out a clever remark, but none of his thoughts were coherent. The moon played against dark locks and made Dabi’s skin glow. He certainly was handsome but in a way that made Keigo nervous which was a rare occurrence in itself.

“If I remember correctly this is a ball, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?” Dabi said with a bow before offering up his hand for the blond to take.

Keigo gulps a lump in his throat as he accepts the cold hand. His face flushing dark over his checks.

Dabi held him close, hand his thin waist. Keigo let himself be swayed and spun expertly by this man. This certainly was not his first waltz. There was a subtle difference in the way the upper class danced. There was a sense of control and need for perfection. A perfection that Dabi was demonstrated without flaws. Keigo peered up through blonde eyelashes to see that Dabi was enraptured by him, his gaze glued to his face. It was as if his face demanded all the attention of this man. There was no music but the flow of their bodies did not need it. The two were alone in the abyss of roses with the moon as their only spectator. When the time came for the dance to end, a hint of disappointment crawled into Keigo’s chest. Dabi’s hand refused to let go of his waist and brought his other hand to brush his lips against Keigo’s hands. Keigo looking up at Dabi noticed something in Dabi’s smile. Shining brightly in the silver moonlight we’re abnormally long sharp caines.

Keigo’s heart raced in a small panic, he was one of them. One of those beasts that had an affinity for human blood, the ones people call vampires. Creatures of darkness that are an unredeemable evil. He has been charmed by one and by the way it is framed it appears he is this creature’s next meal. Keigo couldn’t pull away, frozen in the sight of turquoise eyes. Dabi’s smirk remained on his face as he let go Keigo’s hand he once held to grab his chin. Leaning down his cold lips met with a pair of too warm lips. Keigo knew it was wrong but his body melted underneath Dabi’s seductive kiss. Kisses trailed down his jaw with the occasional brush of sharp teeth sending shivers down his spine. Soft moans escaped his lips as Dabi directed his kisses down his neck. Playful bites until the flat of his cold tongue swiped. Danger was in the air. Dabi wasted no time and bit down Keigo’s neck. Two piercing caines lodging themselves in Keigo’s neck. A loud gasp from the sudden pain echoed in the garden. The teeth went deeper and Keigo uselessly grabbed on to raven locks. Tears streaming down his face. Honey golden eyes in pain as he felt this creature consume his blood. In gentle waves pain was replaced with pleasure. As his vision was growing darker and unfocused his body grew pliant in Dabi’s arms. Moans rapidly spill, as if it were prayers to a merciful god. Until Keigo’s body finally gave out and his vision blacked out, no longer able to keep consciousness.

[hanawrites404]

Wynne's Diary - Murder with Julian

"Have you heard of Mr. Isadami?" Nadia asked me as we both talked in the salon.

"Oh yes I do know him. He is a merchant who sells fish meat and other seafood. He is one of the most richest merchants of Vesuvia" I stated.

"Well, unfortunately he is dead"

"What??!" My eyes widened and I got tensed up a bit.

"Yes. He was found dead in his own house. His neck was slitted open and so were his wrists. He lived alone and at an isolated area so no one was there to witness the murder. He also didn't have any family" she explained.

"I see.......wait. How do you know that this was a murder?" I asked her.

"Through this" she then shows me a pink card which had a polka-dotted matching bow on it.

"What the fuck is this?" I cringed at the cutesy design.

"A business card.....of a serial killer, that is" Nadia answered.

"A serial killer?? Nadia, don't joke with me" I scoffed.

"I'm serious Wynne. I'm not in the mood of joking at all" She huffed.

"Neither am I, Milady" I crossed my arms and legs.

"You may not know this but she already has killed many important people of Vesuvia without leaving any clues at all except this peculiar card"

"Oh goodness. This killer is surely threatening the peace and safety of Vesuvia" I remarked.

"Exactly. She is degrading our economic development by killing the rich merchants and traders, not to mention that the people of Vesuvia are in danger with a such a person on loose. For rectifying this situation, I would need your help Wynne.

You know every corner of the city. So I want you to find her and capture her as soon as you can" Nadia requested me.

"Of course Madam. I'll do my best to capture this wretch and end this tyranny as soon as possible. You have my word" I stood up and bowed to her.

"Very good. I'm sure that you will be able to do it in one day. You will have to forgive me for rushing you on this"

"Don't worry about it Nadia. I totally understand. You care about the safety of people and we would have to capture this son of a bitch quickly before she ruins anything else. I'll make sure to give her the right punishment for what she has done" I cracked my knuckles.

"I believe in you Wynne. All the best. You may start your hunt right away" Nadia granted me permission.

I nodded and was about to take my leave.........

But then he came.......

"Hello ladies! May I ask what you both were gossiping about?" The red-haired hooligan came barging through the doors like a overly-hyperactive person on too much drugs.

"ここにクソ馬鹿が来る" I rolled my eyes.

"Nothing much, Doctor Devorak. I have assigned Wynne with the arrest of the murderer of Mr. Isadami and she was on her way" Nadia told him and I facepalmed.

Ugh, did she really had to tell him??

"Oh how exciting! May I have the permission to join the lovely blue lady in order to assist her appraisal, Countess?" He takes my hand to kiss it but I pulled away and crossed my arms, looking away from him.

"Of course. I grant you permission"

My eyes torn wide as soon as she completed her sentence. I then quickly turned to her, arguing.

"Nadia how could you?? This man will come inbetween my way!!" I angrily pointed at him.

"The arrest does need a person's assistance who knows about the underworld. If Doctor Devorak is offering you help then you should accept it" Nadia defended.

"Why are you taking his side?!! You already know that he is chaotic and disastrous and would mess things up!!" I snarled.

"Go easy on him, will you? He must have changed a bit after the last masquerade"

"Changed a bit?! You gotta be kidding me. He is still, the fucking, same!! Why don't you understand??" I placed my hands on my hips.

"Oh come on Ocean Head, I am not that ba--"

"YOU BETTER SHUT YOUR MOUTH!!!" I roared at him, and he whimpered back like a sad puppy.

"It's an order Wynne. You like it or not, Doctor Devorak is coming with you and you will not deny his contribution to the investigation" she commanded.

From the corner of my eye, I see Julian smirking at me cockily. This irritated me even more.

"I....This is just......Goodness I will........UGH fine!! But don't expect me to tolerate him all the time" I finally gave up.

"Of course. Just don't be at his throat all the time" she replied dismissively.

"I will try my best" I glared at the smirking idiot.

"Good. You both are free to leave. Do share the information I gave you with Doctor Devorak so that he too could work on it" Nadia added.

"Yes madam" I bowed to her one last time and then took hold of Julian's hand to drag him out of the salon.

"So what's your plan Ocean Head??" Julian asked me.

"The guards have investigated the crime scene already. And according to them, the murder was conducted by a serial killer. And it was done so perfectly that the killer left no flaws for us as clues, which makes her a professional" I told him.

"Wait, a professional female killer?! Now that's hot. Very very hot" he smirked and I glared at him.

"This is why I really wanted to refuse Nadia from letting you 'help' me" I told him, putting the word inside quotation marks with my hands.

"Oh my, I am so sorry Honey. I didn't know that you would get jealous so easily" he then wrapped his arm around my waist but I pushed it off me.

"Don't touch me, and I am not jealous" I replied harshly.

But why were my cheeks heating?? It's not that I was really jealous or anything.......

"Alright Sweetheart. But do remember that you are the best one in my eyes" he nudged me with his elbow.

"Whatever" I rolled my eyes and sighed, shaking my head.

"So shall we make some haste, Detective Wynne? The countess sure is desperate to get rid of such a dangerous killer and it's better to not make her wait any more longer" He held my hand, but this time I didn't push him off.

I squeezed his gloved hand gently as I gave him a slight smile, which somehow was enough to turn his cheeks red and look away. He truly was adorable sometimes.

"Yes Sir" I replied to him. He then hesitantly kissed my hand, afraid that I might attack him. But I didn't and blushed pink instead.

It looked like he was really satisfied with my reaction as he smirked at me again, brushing his finger along my cheek.

"You are so beautiful. No one can ever rival your beauty" he complimented me.

"Shut up already. There are many prettier girls than myself. Now let's not waste our time" I started to walk, my hand still holding onto his.

"Whatever you say, My Dear. But you still are the prettiest" he kissed my head.

"Shut up before I push you into the thorny bushes"

"Oh my my. Sorry Ms. Detective"

"Whatever"

................................🍋...................................

"Are you really sure about this idea, Julian?" I asked him.

"Do have faith in me, Ocean Head. We both will kill this!" He winked at me enthusiastically.

"Oh Gods, please tell me that you are overexaggerating and not going to actually murder" I eyed him.

"Oh of course not Sweet. I was referring to it as a locution. I won't cause you any trouble at all" he brushed one of the strands of my hair behind my ear.

"I-I......Fine......yes....alright then" I nodded, and Julian smiled at me.

If you don't know what is going on, then allow me to tell you.

We both were at the Rowdy Raven. The place where many people from the underworld spend their leisure at. Well, that's what Julian says.

We got to know that the serial killer whom we were looking for loves to spend her free time at the Rowdy Raven (Julian literally had to sell his underwear at the red market to get this information), so there was a high chance she was going to come her to have a drink. And so we were waiting for her.

"So what you are proposing is that you will approach the girl, flirt with her and then take her to an isolated place while I follow both of you without getting spotted. And as you keep her distracted, I will finally come out of my hiding place and sabotage her. Correct?"

"Absolutely" he nodded.

"Hmmmm....sounds good. Hopefully this plan of yours work well".

"Of course it will work. I have a lot of experience in distracting people. You just have to distractingly attractive for it" he smirked sexily.

"Sure" I shrugged, not being really interested in getting an advice on how to seduce.

Suddenly I feel someone entering the Raven and there was a girl with long and bright blonde hair wearing a pink dress which would hurt your eyes as it had too much of the colour.

But then I noticed something eye-catching. It was the enormous bow on her head, and I shook Julian's shoulder as soon as I realised something very important.

"Julian.....that's her. She is the one we are looking for. The bow on the card and on her head match. She has to be the one who killed Mr. Isadami" I told him while pointing at the girl.

"Oh I see. She is cute, not going to lie. Too cute for a killer" Julian rubbed his chin.

"True. I bet her attire is just for fooling the people in thinking that she is a harmless girl" I commented.

"True" Julian nodded.

I then sighed and turned to him, patting his shoulder.

"Let's get this over with. Do be careful alright? We don't know how dangerous she can really be" I warned him.

Julian nods at me and goes to the girl, while I kept watch of every single thing they were doing.

Honestly speaking, Julian was giving the her the time of her life. I could see her smiling and laughing with him and also having drinks. She wasn't suspicious of how Julian came out of nowhere to befriend her.

And fortunately, soon came the time that Julian led her outside to the isolated backside of the Raven and I followed them.

I stayed under the shadowed area and looked at the two. Julian had her pinned against the wall and the girl's face was flushed pink and was smirking like an idiot because of too much alcohol.

I was comparatively closer to both of them so I could hear what the girl was talking about. She said :

"Those innocent faces covered in blood, they make me so happy. Their eyes gauged out and their tongues cut off, truly bewitching. And their wails are like music to my ears. They are a true work of art.

Killing children is what I enjoy the most........."

This made thick adrenaline rush through every inch of my body and fill me with boiling rage. My hands shook violently and my mind was almost in the verge of losing sanity.

'Kill.......Kill......Kill.......' was all that my mind could say, and I obeyed it with full diligence as the next thing I did was form an ice dagger which was sharpened already due to fury flowing through my veins and threw straight at the killer's forehead with full force.

Blood splattered all over the wall behind her.

"СВЯТОЙ ЕБАТЬ !!!" Julian stumbled back, cursing from fear and astonishment.

I ignored him and walked straight at her, another dagger ready in my hand. I held her now limp body against the wall and kept stabbing her wherever I could plunge my knife through, ensuring to exert as much force and anger as I could on her.

There was blood everywhere on me and I was enjoying it making it spash on myself.

"Oh god...... Wynne...."

As soon as I heard his shaky voice, I stopped. I let the body fall on the floor and I turned to look at Julian, my face expressionless.

He was dumbfounded and got as pale as a ghost. There was terror, shock and disbelief in his eyes.

"Wynne....I......" He approached me slowly, reaching out to me.

My breathing got quicker and I threw my knife away. I backed away from him as soon as I realised what I had done.

I was turning into a monster again.........

"No.....stay away from me" I backed up against the wall.

"Wynne it's alright. I am not going to hurt you" he still moved towards me.

"I-It's not about hurting me Julian. It's about me hurting you. I have become a monster yet again. My anger is getting out of control, and I'm afraid that you too might get killed because of me and I.......I.......I cannot afford to lose you"

Julian said nothing but wrapped his arms around me, embracing me tight.

I was surprised a bit, but then I too hugged him back.

"You are not a monster Wynne. Don't ever say that. You are a hero. You protected Vesuvia when the people needed you and you did it again by ending a killer's life.

Honestly saying, I would never be as brave as you have ever been Ocean Head. And I love you for that. So don't ever call yourself a monster alright??" He locked his eyes with mine.

"B-But--"

"No buts. You are perfect as you are and don't you dare ever change yourself because you see, I have fallen for a Wynne who is grumpy and serious, and I only want her" he grinned.

This put a smile on my face too as I chuckled while shaking my head.

"You too idiot. Never ever stop being a total moron" I pinched his cheek.

He giggled and pecked my lips, making me blush the reddest.

"I love you Winnie" he leaned his forehead with mine.

"I love you too Jules" I confessed.

He then smirked and started to take off my dress.

"W-What the??"

"You do owe me for scaring me with that sudden attack. And I'm going to be harsh on you" he told me as he removed my corset.

"Of course. I do have to compensate" I smirked back and started to remove his shirt.

"You are on, Wynne Toprak" he then lifted me up against the wall and started kissing me roughly, squeezing my thighs.

The dead body lying near us improved the ambience even more for us to make love in the out shamelessly, because that's how we were and I loved it.

The end.......

[beetlebitchywitch]

Yes, Professor

So our discord server might have come up with some professor AU’s for the Conglomerate and we might’ve gone a weeeee bit feral. So here’s what came of me deciding to target @realmonsterboyhours with two of her favorite boys, Zhuk and Bajo. Enjoy!

(If you’re unaware of the Conglomerate, a Mafia!Beej AU with 5 iterations of him, click here to get the full rundown courtesy of @monsterlovinghours

Warning: NSFW, some degradation, double teaming, spanking, just a fun time to be had

“Professor?”

“Hmm? Ah yes, come in, dorogoy.” 

You hesitated in the doorway to his office, taken aback for a moment by the lavishness of the decor before you slowly entered, shutting the door behind you with trembling hands. You took a deep breath, thankful that your professor’s eyes were trained on his tea as he raised his bobbing tea bag in and out of the steaming mug. The truth was, Professor Zhuk had always intimidated you. Though he was a physically imposing man, it was his regality that truly made you feel small next to him. He spoke with an air of confidence and intelligence that no other professor could match, save for-

...Oh dear God. 

“Buenos dias, querida,” Professor Escarabajo said from the plush armchair in the corner, a playful smirk playing on his lips. You stopped in your tracks, your brain sprinting to try and catch up with this unexpected turn of events. You knew you had to see Zhuk to speak about your grade in his Marxist Literature class, so why would the head of the History Department be waiting for you as well? You felt your cheeks stain a light pink despite your desperate attempts to keep yourself in check, already shrinking under the intensity of the professor’s mirthful gaze. 

“This is my colleague, Professor Escarabajo,” Zhuk said cheerily, seemingly unaware of your growing nervousness as he gestured to the other man. “He will be joining us for our brief meeting. I hope that this won’t be a problem?”

You avoided his gaze, simply nodding as you sunk into the chair across from the two of them, thankful for the plush softness enveloping your body. After a moment, you felt composed enough to meet Zhuk’s gaze with a polite smile, folding your hands in your lap to disguise the telltale tremble of an intimidated woman. 

“Not a problem at all, sir,” you replied softly, thumbing over the soft fabric of your skirt. 

“Excellent,” he said, sipping at his tea- Earl Grey, you suspected, given the earthy aroma- before fumbling with his little gold reading glasses, sliding them over the bridge of his nose as he read through a few papers strewn across his desk. 

God, what you wouldn’t give to be those pa-

No. Stop. You couldn’t be having those kinds of thoughts in front of the man you’d been fantasizing about for weeks. Christ, watching him command a classroom, demanding the attention of his students with a booming voice as he masterfully took you all through the intricacies of some of the most complicated literature you’d ever read...it made you want to throw yourself out of your chair and beg him to fuck you in front of the rest of the class. 

But you couldn’t think of that. Not here, not in his office, not in front of another professor. You pinched your leg softly, hoping to distract yourself away from the fantasies that could only be making your cheeks redder by the second. 

“Now, it seems you’ve been struggling on your reflections for Marxist Literature,” he said, looking over what you assumed to be a stack of the assignments you’d managed to turn in on time. “Tell me how I can be of help to you, moy dorogoy.” 

You felt like you were short circuiting, your mind lulled by the sweet timbre of his beautifully accented voice, especially when he called you something in Russian that you were aching to know the meaning of. Gulping, you straightened your body in the chair, attempting to look as professional and put together as you knew you could never be in their presence.

“Well, Professor, Marxist Literature has honestly been a challenge for me,” you replied, hoping honesty would truly be the best policy. “I find it hard to look at literature from a Marxist lens when I’ve learned so little of his political theory in my classes up until this point.” 

“Ah, should I tell Professor Scarabee that he’s slacking off in his teaching?” Escarabajo asked, his golden eyes alight with mischief. Your stomach lurched, oh God you were going to vomit, you couldn’t handle even the gentlest of teasing from this professor who was somehow just as handsome as Zhuk, except rougher, clearly looser, and apparently feeding off of your evident nervousness, if the look in his eye was anything to go off of. 

“No, no, not at all!” you stammered. “I haven’t had the pleasure of being taught by him, but I’m sure he’s great at what he does, Professor Escarabajo.” 

“Please, querida,” he said, his playful smirk softening as he gave you a little wink. “Call me Bajo.” 

“Bajo…” you replied, and, despite everything, giving him a little smile of your own. 

“Yes, well…” Zhuk said, clearing his throat to regain your attention. You snapped back, your stomach churning with anxiety as he stared you down. “I am happy to provide you with a few extra lessons, dorogoy. In fact, it seems to be fate that Professor...Bajo was here with me today. He just so happens to know quite a bit of Marxist political theory, yes?”

“Indeed I do,” Bajo replied, lounging back in the plush chair. “And I have nowhere to be. Will you allow for a bit of extra tutoring, pequeña?” 

This felt like something straight out of a romance novel. Two gorgeous professors giving you a private study session behind closed doors? You nodded, shooting them a thankful smile as you tried not to let those kinds of thoughts into your mind. You needed to learn about Marx, and your professors were kind enough to help you, so you wouldn’t waste their time getting distracted by the demands of your body. You pulled out your textbook and sat back in the chair, ready to finally get some work done. 

Of course, the world seemed to be against you from the start, because you simply couldn’t grasp a single thing the two of them were trying to teach you. It felt like your brain had turned to mush, the difficult political concepts sloshing around inside your skull and never finding a place to stick. Your answers were sloppy, your insights poor, and with every passing minute, you could feel the tension in the room grow. Zhuk was a patient man, you could tell he was trying to be gentle with you, but there was only so much even he could take. You could hear the growing aggravation in his voice, which only served to discombobulate you further. Finally, when you couldn’t even form an answer to the simplest of questions, Zhuk tossed your papers frustratedly onto his desk, running his fingers through his hair. 

“Dorogoy,” he began, his voice deep and tense in a way that made your muscles clench. “We are doing all that we can to help you, but we are of no use to you if you refuse to pay attention.”

“N-no!” you stammered, feeling hot shame flush your cheeks once more. “That’s not it!” 

“Then what is it, pequeña?” Bajo grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose as he took deep, slow breaths. “Because I refuse to waste my time trying to help a student who won’t repay the favor by actually listening.” 

“That’s...I-I…” you fought the urge to curl in on yourself, your fingers digging into your sides as you tried and failed to put yourself together. Suddenly, Bajo stopped, looking down at you curiously before a broad grin spread across his face. 

“Look up at me, querida,” he demanded, putting two fingers under your chin to lift your face so your eyes met. Your cheeks were already shamefully flushed, but the minute you looked into his deep, golden eyes, they grew even redder, your breath coming out in soft, shaky pants. You could see the satisfaction in his gaze as he let go of your chin and turned to Zhuk. 

“I believe I see the problem, amigo,” he said slyly, striding back towards his chair and taking a seat, resting his elbows on his knees as he leered at you. “The only thing distracting our student from us...is us.” 

“What are you talking about, Escarabajo?” Zhuk replied, looking you over quizzically. “She seems fine to...oh.” 

You looked up at him with a soft gasp at the last word and were startled by the look in his eye. What started as confusion slowly morphed into realization, and realization quickly and readily became hunger. He looked at you like a man starved looks out over a Thanksgiving feast, and though it sent a shiver down your spine, you couldn’t look away. Could this be real? Could the man you spent class after class fantasizing over be looking at you like he wanted you back? The very thought felt shameful, and yet...right.

“So you see it too, hmm?” Bajo asked, startling you out of your reverie. “How naughty of you, mariposa. What ever are we to do with you?” You watched as he looked at Zhuk, his eyes silently asking, begging for permission. Zhuk nodded, letting his eyes flit over to you, frustration still present despite the ever-growing presence of lust, lust, God, you couldn’t even deny it. 

“Get up, dorogoy,” he commanded, and the unwavering dominance in his tone had you scrambling from your seat before you could even process what you were doing. You watched fearfully as Bajo strode confidently over to Zhuk’s desk, reaching into the desk drawer to pull out...a long, wooden ruler.

...Christ.

“You know what’s coming, don’t you, tonta?” he said bitingly, smacking the ruler threateningly against his palm. You could feel your legs tremble as you nodded, sniffling under your breath knowing you were about to get what you deserve. “Good girl. Over the desk.” 

You hesitated for a moment, a rush of mixed feelings taking you over; fear, shame, excitement, curiosity, desire...it was that last one that got your feet moving, and when you reached the desk, you bent over and braced your arms against the dark wood, the slight breeze against your bare legs making the blood rush to your cheeks once more. You kept your eyes trained on the desk beneath you, shivering at the sound of Bajo’s deep, foreboding chuckle. 

“What an obedient girl,” he mused, touching the ruler to your thigh and dragging it up to flip your skirt back, revealing your black, lacy panties. You jumped as his cold hand took hold of the waistband, pulling them down just enough to expose your ass in a way that somehow made you feel more exposed than if he’d taken them off altogether. You could feel Zhuk’s eyes on you, watching silently from behind his desk with his arms crossed in front of him, and you felt it best to sneak a glance at his face. You nearly choked on your tongue at the sight of him, gazing intently at the roundness of your ass like he didn’t know whether to kiss it, smack it, or make love to it. You never imagined your professor looking at you in such a way...well, no, you did, but you never expected those thoughts to come true. 

“You will count them for us. Do you understand?” he finally said, his words dripping with a stoic desire that somehow fit him just right. You nodded nervously, your fingers already curling against the wood in anticipation. You heard the whistle of the ruler through the air before you felt it, smacking against your ass loudly though still drowned out by your even louder cry as the pain radiated across your skin. Still, you remembered their command and were afraid of what might happen if you did not obey. 

“O-one…” you whimpered, your voice thick with unshed tears. 

“What a smart girl,” Bajo said mockingly, bringing the ruler down again with a sharp crack. “Though apparently not smart enough to pay attention. Is it going to take a fucking spanking for you to learn your lesson, mierda por cerebros?” 

Tears spilled from your eyes as you stammered out a quiet “Two...”, a hot rush of shame filling your belly not at your lack of attention span, but from how much you liked his degrading words and the pain of each smack of the ruler against your slowly reddening ass. And God, the fact that Zhuk was just watching, staring you down as you were slowly taken apart by his colleague...

“Don’t you have something to say to us, gatita?” Bajo asked angrily as he brought the ruler down for the tenth time. “You made us waste an hour trying to teach you something that you couldn’t pay attention to because you were too busy being a fucking slut. Don’t you feel like you owe us something?”

“I-I...I’m sorry,” you whimpered thickly, watching as your tears dripped onto the wood of Zhuk’s desk. 

“Louder, malenk’iy,” Zhuk said sternly, finally moving closer to you and brushing his hand over the raised welts on your ass. You hissed, but still bucked into his touch.

“I’m sorry!” you cried out. “I’m sorry, sirs! I wasted your time, I was a bad girl, I’m sorry!” 

“Si,” Bajo said softly, running the ruler soothingly over your ass for a moment before suddenly, his hand was in your hair, yanking your head back so he could press his mouth right against your ear. “And you forgot to count.” 

Oh fuck. A deep sense of dread filled your belly, your eyes widening as your tears continued to pour down your cheeks. 

“I, no wait, I’m sorry! Please, sir!” you begged, but his hand in your hair only tightened, pulling a choked off whimper out of your lips. 

“Escarabajo,” Zhuk interjected, placing his hand on top of Bajo’s in your hair. Yes, your knight in shining armor, come to rescue you from your fate- “I believe it’s my turn.” 

...Well, shit. 

Your entire body shivered as Bajo’s hand was quickly replaced with Zhuk’s larger one, his touch gentler as he gripped your hair, pushing your head down until your cheek was pressed against the cool wood. 

“You were a very bad girl, kukla,” he said sternly, using his free hand to finally pull your panties down until they pooled around your ankles. “Wasting our time, forgetting to count...perhaps a stricter punishment is in order.” 

Your breath came out shakily as you heard him quickly unzip his zipper, his cock slapping against a welt on your ass and pulling a hiss from your lips. He chuckled darkly at the sound, letting his fingers trace gently over your reddened skin. 

“What do you say, Escarabajo?” he asked, shooting Bajo a bemused look. “Would you like to keep her quiet for me?” 

You could only imagine the wicked grin on Bajo’s face as he and Zhuk rearranged you, Zhuk still behind you while Bajo stood in front of you, your head now hanging off the edge of the desk and at eye-level with his hardening cock. He quickly freed himself from his pants, stroking it just inches from your lips with a soft groan. 

“You bet your ass I would. Time to put your mouth to better use, muñeca,” he said, rubbing the head of his cock against your lips. You opened them obediently, allowing him to slide inside and moaning softly at the weight of his cock against your tongue as he hit the back of your throat with ease. Zhuk’s fingers, now wet, slid between your legs, teasing at your entrance before sliding inside, making you gasp around Bajo’s cock. 

“That’s it, gatita,” he crooned, slowly starting to fuck into your mouth. “Fuck, she feels like fucking heaven, mi amigo.” 

“Treat him well, kotenok,” Zhuk said, his voice hushed as he marvelled at how wet you were from a simple spanking. “See if this teaches you how to be a good girl, da?” 

You moaned your assent around Bajo’s cock, looking up at him obediently as you did your best to pleasure him, bobbing your head in time with his thrusts as Zhuk’s fingers sent little bursts of pleasure all the way to your fingertips. You felt properly full, your mouth stretched around Bajo’s cock while a second and third finger slid inside you, Zhuk doing his best to stretch you in preparation for what you’d been fantasizing about for weeks. You never expected a second partner thrown into the mix, but you wouldn’t complain about the taste of him in your mouth, the delicious stretch in your jaw as you swallowed him down, the wonderful groans as he fucked down your throat…

It felt like an eternity when Zhuk finally pulled his fingers out of you, and you groaned in protest despite the ache slowly forming in your jaw. He chuckled, smacking his hand cheekily against your ass and amusing himself with your pained squeak. 

“Are you ready for your punishment, dorogoy?” he asked, dragging the head of his cock through the wetness of your folds. Confusion and dread took hold in you- you knew you had to be punished, but what could he possibly have in store that they hadn’t already put you through? Finally, he pushed inside of you, his thick cock stretching you more than you could’ve imagined as you let out a long, low groan around Bajo’s cock. When he finally bottomed out, he groaned softly, reveling in the way your pussy clenched around him. With a smirk, he grabbed your hair from behind, holding onto it like a leash. “Because if you’re going to cum...you’re going to have to beg.” 

Oh God. You could tell Bajo was getting close, his groans growing higher pitched and his thrusts growing more erratic, his cock sliding fully into your throat with each thrust inside. Your ministrations grew sloppier as you felt hot rushes of pleasure radiating through your body as Zhuk began to take you, his cock dragging so perfectly inside you. It was all rushing to your head, the feeling of being taken so completely, filled to the brim, taken apart piece by piece with unrelenting pleasure. You gazed up at Bajo, your eyes going cloudy as you silently pleaded for him to cum in your mouth, spill inside you, make you his. He obliged a second later, pushing fully into your mouth and holding your face against him as he spilled down your throat, his choked off moan reverberating throughout the small room. You obediently swallowed every drop, gasping for air as he pulled out of you and immediately slumped into the nearest chair, running his fingers through his hair with a blissed out look on his face.

“Ooh, gatita, look how pretty you are when you get fucked,” he crooned, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees to watch you intently. “Give it to her a little harder, amigo, she can take more than that.”

Zhuk obliged, grunting as he sped up with ferocity, pulling on your hair to lift you off the desk so your back was pressed fully against his chest, his hand moving down to wrap around your throat as he took you so hard you thought he was trying to breed you. The very thought sent a warm shiver down your spine, along with Bajo’s eyes watching happily as your tits bounced from each of Zhuk’s thrusts. The head of his cock dragged perfectly against your G spot, pulling pitiful moans from your fucked out mouth.

“What a good little slut,” he growled, mouthing roughly at your neck. “Does someone want to cum?”

“I don’t know, mi amigo, she doesn’t seem to want it that badly,” Bajo said flippantly, his eyes glinting with mischief. You groaned in protest, trying to reach down to circle your fingers around your clit, but your hand was immediately slapped away, Zhuk growling a warning into your skin. 

“I told you to beg,” he snarled, hovering his fingers teasingly over your clit, just an inch away from where you needed them to be. “Better make it pretty, too, if you want to cum.” 

“P-please!” you whimpered, desperation quickly bubbling up inside of you as the pleasure halted just on the edge of oblivion, needing just a little more in order to boil over. With each thrust, the desperation grew, your hands frustratedly scrabbling for purchase on the desk as you were assaulted and teased with pleasure that refused to finally peak. “God, I need it so bad! Sir, please, please let me cum!” 

“I can’t hear you,” he growled, tightening his hand around your throat until your voice was only a mere squeak. Bajo watched with delight, amused and aroused at the sight of you struggling and failing to beg for what you needed. “Louder!” 

“PLEASE!” you cried out, frustrated at the bare whisper you somehow managed with the large hand clamping down on your throat. You whined at the sound of their laughter, but it quickly turned to a soft cry as his fingers finally descended on your clit, rubbing in perfect little circles as you finally toppled over the edge, cumming with a silent scream. The pleasure rushed through you like waves, and you sunk deeper and deeper as each one passed until you finally succumbed to the darkness quickly clouding your vision. 

When you came to, you were surrounded with a pleasant warmth. Your eyes slid open to find your head nestled onto Zhuk’s chest, with Bajo curled up behind you with his head buried into your shoulder. You blinked away the fuzziness at the edges of your vision to see Zhuk smiling down at you, resting his head against his pillow.

“You got me to the bedroom while I was out?” you asked, nuzzling further into their embraces.

“Of course. It wasn’t exactly difficult, tsvetok,” Zhuk chuckled, stroking a hand comfortingly through your hair. 

“What did you think, mariposa?” Bajo asked, pressing a sweet kiss to your shoulder before hooking his chin over it, smiling over at you. “Were we convincing?” 

“Incredibly,” you yawned, smiling sleepily at them. “You make quite the literature professor, moy muzh.” 

“Mm, well I’m glad you convinced us to humor you,” Zhuk replied, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Now go to sleep, moya lyubov. You’ve earned it.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice. Your eyes slipped shut happily, comforted by the embraces of your favorite boys as sleep once again claimed you. 

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Amnesia - Let the Games Begin

A mixture of delicious fragrances engulfed the café, compelling those who were fatefully walking by to enter the bistro. While the intoxicating scents may be what lured guests, it was the diverse set of attendants that created loyal customers. Jack Rose was founded by Hyroshi Miya eight years ago after the passing of his wife. Kaori Miya was known for having a sweet-tooth and her obsession with the tragedy of the Titanic. During Kaori’s battle with leukemia, Hyroshi developed an obsession with baking, with young Atsumu serving as his assistant. At first it served as a distraction for the duo, and a source of happiness for Kaori. However, when Kaori passed away, Hyroshi wanted to honour his wife’s life, and so Jack Rose was established. Named after the two love interests in Titanic, with an eccentric menu that no neighbouring café could challenge – it was a massive success.

“Hi, welcome to Jack Rose. Please follow me.” The rehearsed dialogue was not short of any enthusiasm, despite having said it hundreds of times.

“Oh my god, she’s so cute!” The middle-aged woman cooed to the male stood beside her, who nodded in approval. His amusement was untraceable due to the dark lenses that adorned his face, but he too was enthralled by your uniform.

A sugary smile had painted across your fuchsia painted lips, earning you a few extra points with the couple. It was a simple act that came natural to you, serving at Jack Rose had never struck you as a tedious job, rather it was a pleasurable experience.

After leading the pair to their assigned seat, a gentle hand had pressed into your lower back indicating that your replacement had arrived.

“Thank you, y/n. I will take it from here,” The mocha haired boy radiated an alluring aura, instantly capturing the interest of the two patrons. “Hi. I’m Tooru, your server for today.” Once introducing himself, his mouth twitched into his signature grin, prompting his eyelashes to flutter shut for a moment. Seated a few tables away, Oikawa’s fangirls were huddled together, squealing in unison.

“Enjoy your stay.” Folding an arm over your stomach, you bowed to excuse yourself before their hypnosis wore off, and the fangirls’ attention landed on you. Needless to say, anyone close to Oikawa Tooru was considered a threat. One they were eager to eliminate.

At the hostess stand, a familiar figure had shifted their weight onto the podium, the ends of his golden strands were frayed from the exposure to chemicals, yet with the sunlight sneaking through the glass behind, he resembled the subject of a painting.

“Oi. Are you feelin’ better today?” Atsumu Miya had always insisted that his accent was a natural product of his environment, although no one truly believed him considering the fact his family home was located in the wealthiest part of the city. Nonetheless, the accent persisted beyond his teenage years and into his young adulthood. It never bothered you, particularly because you had never heard him without it. After eighteen years of friendship, there wasn’t a single thing you did not adore about him.

“I am, don’t worry. Now will you please get off my stand? You are going to scare the customers.” Playfully you waved a hand in the air, gesturing for the blonde to reside elsewhere. “And if I’m not mistaken, you are skipping class right now, aren’t you?” As your tongue hit the roof of your mouth, a clicking sound was created to exemplify your disappointment.

“What was that? ‘tsumu is skipping class again?” If you had not become accustomed to Kuroo Tetsurou’s large and notable presence, you would have flinched the second his shadow had blanketed over you. Rather than experiencing any form of fear, his presence had only amplified your gaiety.

“Uh huh. Shall we get Papa Miya?” The bed-headed server leaned down, nestling his chin against your shoulder as he grinned provocatively at the target of your amusement. Kuroo was only a single year younger than you two, despite physically appearing to be older. The three of you were inseparable since the tender ages of six and five. When Kaori had passed away, Atsumu relied heavily on his two friends, as he had lost motivation to complete the smallest of tasks. That was why you took a job at Jack Rose, you needed it to succeed for his sake. It was a reminder of how his mother lived, rather than how she died. Kuroo had joined you in your quest a month later, and somehow your dream – Hyroshi’s dream had become reality.

“I swear yer the worst friends ever. It’s an online class! Don’t bring pops into it.” The blonde blew out a huff, turning his gaze away from those who threatened to ‘betray’ him.

“Oh my god, you guys are the worst! Poor Omi is in the back preparing all the drinks and you’re out here doing… whatever the hell this is!” Makoto Saito waved a small napkin at the black-haired server, unwilling to engage in any physical violence since it would require energy she wished to conserve. “Go back there, you man-baby. Help him. Shoo. Get off my adorable y/n.”

“Okay, okay. I’m going.” Kuroo raised his hands in defeat, unbothered by the napkin that was now being swayed towards his chest. Makoto had joined Jack Rose two years ago, and not because she was in any need for money – you were the reason she found herself sending in an application for what others would consider a low-end job. She had stumbled into the café one evening, boredom plaguing her after finishing a three-hour lecture. Oikawa had been the one to greet her, yet it was the positivity you emanated that brought her to return a night later. A month later, a job application was handed to you bashfully, whereas you could barely withhold your excitement. She was the second female to join Jack Rose, with Atsumu (accidentally) recruiting Ichika a year later.

“Now that he’s gone, y/n, I’m here to replace you. Omi said something about teaching you the new drink? I honestly don’t remember because I was on the phone, but let’s ignore that fact, hm?” Makoto’s interest in the boys was below minimal, the only male who was deserving of her respect was ‘Papa Miya’. Once Atsumu had jested that it was because she secretly had a crush on the much older male, to which she responded, ‘so what if I do’. The response had defeated his humour instantly.

“Oh, he must be talking about the blue pearl! It’s the newest addition to our menu.” Tapping a finger against your cheek, excitement burned in your y/e/c irises, prompting something to stir inside of both Atsumu and Makoto. What? You were so damn adorable.

“I don’t care, but you are so cute that I’ll pretend I do.” Reaching out, the black-haired girl patted your cheek affectionately. “Now go on, little bird. Fly fly away.”

“You guys better not fight while I’m gone.” With two fingers, you pointed at your eyes then at the two chaotic individuals you called friends, even with the warning, it was highly probable that the second you turned around they would begin bickering.

“Shoo, birdie.” The comment was accompanied by an unusually heavy sigh, Makoto completely intended on annoying Atsumu, but that was none of your concern.

Upon entering the kitchen, your nose crinkled at the delectable scents wafting towards you. When Sakusa Kiyoomi was working in the kitchen, everyone knew magic would materialize in the form of sweets. No one had believed the germaphobe could bake until he dropped off a box of home-made pastries along with his resume. Papa Miya was in the process of finishing his first bite when he declared that Sakusa was hired. He was just that damn good.

“You’re here.” The curly haired male had a bad habit of stating the obvious, he argued that it was key to the proper performance of his logical processes. No one tried to refute his claim, considering the fact he was essentially a genius. “Are you ready to learn?” Raising an eyebrow, his slender fingers wrapped around a glass-vessel before placing it on the counter.

“Mhm hm.” It was a bad habit of yours to chew on your bottom lip when in thought, but Sakusa found it endearing – even though he would deny such a claim out loud. Removing the notepad from your apron, your eyes darted aimlessly, searching for a writing utensil. You may have been a little too occupied with your pockets, a detail that the male picked up on, as he removed the pen tucked behind your ear.

“Are you sure you are well? If not, you should return home.” He held out the pen, analyzing your visage for any physical sign of illness.

“Woops. Sorry. I forgot it was there! But I promise, I’m fine!” It seemed that everyone was a bit on edge since yesterday, when you may have accidentally forgotten to eat and passed out mid-shift. You appreciated the sentiment, but you were fine. Really.

The curly haired baker refused to begin his demonstration until you consumed some food and water, his dark hues did not waver until each inch of the plate was clean. By the time you were done, Ichika had joined you in the kitchen for the lesson.

“I should have recorded that. I feel like I forgot it already.” Ichika was the youngest person on the team, Atsumu had offered her a job after finding her crying at a bus stop one night. The young girl was the breadwinner of her home, and due to her fathers gambling addiction, she was the only parental figure for her two younger siblings. Atsumu, after learning that her mother had too passed, was unable to turn a blind eye.

“I can show it to you tomorrow. I think I’ve got it.” A reassuring smile was presented towards her as you captured her hands and provided a gentle squeeze. “And then we all have the day off. I think everyone has decided we’re going to the amusement park, so it will be fun.”

“Okay… Thank you, y/n.” Ichika blinked excessively to withhold the tears that were brewing, she could always count on you to provide her with the support she so desperately needed. Sakusa who was simply watching the two interact was on guard with a rag to catch any tears that could possibly fall onto the counter he had just disinfected.

“Please do not cry.” The black-haired boy had almost sounded sincerely concerned for his co-workers emotional state, it was enough to fool Ichika who redirected her affections to him.

“You care about me too? Waa. I’m so loved!” As the tears began to exit her eye sockets, Sakusa jumped forward on instinct, pressing the cloth against her face. Laughter danced past your lips as you shook your head slowly. Jack Rose really attracted the strangest of people.

After your shift ended, instead of returning home to complete your assigned work, you decided to finish your assignment at the café. It was fairly quiet after 11pm, and Kuroo had offered to walk you home after closing up. Recently there were a striking number of assaults occurring in your area, and so you accepted the proposition without any hesitation.

“Welcome to Jack Rose! We are about to close soon, but I think I have enough time to serve you a drink or two. Is that okay with you, kind sir?” The words were conveyed in an anxious tone, as Ichika glanced at the clock plastered on the wall. Upon hearing the ‘kind sir’, both you and Atsumu glanced up from your laptop screens, stifling the laughter that was bubbling inside your throats.

“I won’t be long.” There was something peculiar about his choice of words, prompting your neurons to convey the word danger to your body. Before your mind could catch up with your physical movements, you had lifted from the chair and shuffled closer to where Ichika was stood. From the side of your eye, you saw your childhood friend following close behind, presumably picking up on your apprehension. But before you could utter a response to the mystery guest, the lightbulbs illuminating the bistro had burnt out.

The second darkness had enveloped the space, someone had seized your waist aggressively and a cloth was pressed to your mouth. The more you squirmed, the harsher their touch became – fear gradually paralyzed you. Or perhaps it was the chemical coating the fabric on your lips. Piece by piece your senses began to dull. Whether the person screeching your name was a hallucination or not was unclear…. All you knew was that your intuition was right, but unfortunately a bit too late.

Hume, who pioneered the bundle theory, would state that the human soul is nothing beyond a collection of still-shots and experiences. The self is a loosely connected bundle of perceptions, one that would change overtime. The question that remains is…. who will you be now? Who will you become? Without your memories as a guide, can you win the game that was designed specifically for you…? Or will you lose the never-ending battle? 

Amnesia - Let the Games Begin 

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A/N: and so it begins! also in this I may have erased osamu!? LMAO sorry 

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