#And they just kept agreeing with each other in the most echo-chamber-y way

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congrats to everyone that is still following me after I saw I had way too many followers to not have at least one antisemitic person following me, the fact that you don't think I murder children for fun is truly a comfort

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Vulnerability

Karl Heisenberg (Resident Evil 8: Village) x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Mentions of blood and injury, Swearing, Spoilers for RE8

Genre: Angst, Romance

Summary: With the only person he’s ever truly cared about, the only person who can calm him down and force him to take care of himself and balance his life out is taken from him, it’s safe to say the takers are bound to pay.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request and I’m so sorry for the long wait you’ve had to endure but here it finally is - I hope you still come across the fic and take the time to read it despite the long time that’s passed. If you do so, I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

“THAT BITCH DID WHAT?!“

The unlucky maid that was sent to Heisenberg’s factory as an alternate way to be killed rather than turned into wine cowers in fear as the metal-controlling man sends the majority of the objects around them flying across the room, crashing into against the walls in his state of uncontrollable anger that has the girl frightened to no end. Although, if she’s being honest, Heisenberg has every right to be furious right now. Who wouldn’t be after being told their enemy snatched their lover to use as blackmail.

And this poor maid was the messenger who had to deliver the news to Heisenberg about two days after the capturing of Y/N, Karl’s lover.

The two weren’t known to be a couple by anyone but rumors started floating around - especially among the rest of the Lords - when they kept seeing this woman around the factory and by Heisenberg’s side, sometimes even during the meetings of the Lords.

Leaving her out in the open and so vulnerable, so easy to be grabbed by the filthy, ill-meaning hands of the Dimitrescus, is a fault of his own he’ll never get over. He’ll never not regret not keeping a watchful eye on her at all times, even when she claimed she needed space after the two had an argument.

When that happens - though rarely, it still happens - Y/N tends to wander off, either in the village or in a complete separate part of the factory which is thankfully large enough for them both to enjoy their privacy without running into each other unless they want to. So, when Karl hadn’t heard from Y/N for a day and a half he didn’t think much of it, seeing as how she had a tendency of leaving him in silence for a day or two to cool her head and let him cool his and avoid further complications of their argument.

But when she didn’t show even after those regular forty eight hours of silence, Karl started worrying. And, as he’s come learn only minutes ago, he was right to do so - Alcina had snatched Y/N while the girl was walking around the outskirts, not far away from the factory itself. The girl barely had time to scream before being knocked out cold and dragged to the Dimitrescu castle.

Heisenberg should’ve known showing off his vulnerability so openly would only bring him headaches and heartaches - he knew having a vulnerability in the first place would be a huge inconvenience and a risk, especially when said vulnerability is vulnerable in and of itself.

“What does that bitch want?!“ He growls at the girl who’s gone as pale as a ghost, looking so tiny and fragile in comparison to the enraged man towering over her. He’s already taller and bigger than her, but this anger only adds to his huge presence and intimidating appearance.

“S-she told me to tell you her and M-Mother Miranda knew of...your plans. They’ll give you back the girl when you agree to lay off the plans and...“ The girl trails off, terrified of the reaction she’ll receive for the last bit of the negotiation.

“And?!“ Karl has no patience for reluctance and most certainly has no time to waste when the girl he loves is in the clutches of one of the people he’d want to drain the life out of with his own two hands. 

“And, as proof, burn the factory down...with everything in it.“ The girl finishes, grimacing and hiding her face behind her arms when she does, expecting to be hit or screamed at or even killed. This man has never been in his right mind to begin with let alone now that the most important person in his life has been taken from him and is in grave danger.

The long moment of silence she’s met with surprises her. It’s gotta be the calm before the storm, she thinks to herself, slowly lowering her arms to look around in search of the man who she thinks has already left the room. But no, Karl is standing in front of her, wearing a smile upon his face. A menacing one. One promising that it is indeed the calm before the storm.

“Alright.“ He says in a scarily light-hearted tone of voice, one that is so calm it sends chills down the maid’s spine, “Return to your Mistress and report back that I agree to her terms as long as Y/N’s delivered to me by tomorrow morning.“

The maid cannot believe her ears nor her eyes but there he is - Karl Heisenberg, the most dangerous of the Lords, agreeing to drop his reputation in the water to save the love of his life. All with an unfaltering smile across his face.

                                                               *  *  *

“Mother Miranda? I’m calling with some great news to share with you.“ Alcina Dimitrescu smiles a pleased smile as she looks at her reflection in the vanity mirror before her, “Heisenberg has chosen to stand down. Yes Mother, you heard me correctly, the stupid man-thing has chosen the pathetic woman over his own reign which I’m sure he wouldn’t have had the chance to carry out anyway thanks to your unmatched power, Mother Miranda, but now it’s official. He’s taken the ultimatum and has agreed to all the terms we laid out for him. In exchange, he hopes to get the girl back by tomorrow morning.“ A reply comes from the other side and Alcina laughs a low, mocking laugh, “Oh, he will be receiving her tomorrow morning, he needn’t worry. I’ll make sure to send him the wine bottles she’ll help us produce.“ The other woman on the line laughs as well, filling the Vampire Mistress with a sense of pride and accomplishment. “I have no doubt the gift will find him we-“ The tall woman’s word die down in her throat when a sharp pain spreads throughout her chest, leaving her breathless and disoriented. The ache spreads to her head where the screams of her daughters echo like an agonizing chant.

“Mother! Mother please help us! 

“Mother these monsters will kill us!“

“Mother, save us!“

The hurting mother drops the phone, attempting to get up to her feet, just to be knocked back down by the intense pain. The pain of a mother losing her daughters.

The daughters that were about to gruesomely murder Karl’s lover in the dungeons right below the castle. The three vampire girls were no match for Heisenberg and his army of lycans which he unleashed upon the whole castle, sending them in search of Y/N who he was quick to find in the dark torture chambers, beaten and bloodied but alive nonetheless.

“Darling, please, talk to me. Don’t do this to me, Y/N, please wake up.“ Karl ducks down in front of the seemingly lifeless body of Y/N, taking her face in his hands, gently holding her head up after he unchained her from the cuffs and contraptions meant to ensure her escape impossible. “Look at me, doll, come on. You’re safe now, you’re safe. Those bitches won’t live to see the light of day tomorrow let alone thing to bring you harm again.“

Although exhausted and weakened past the point of a lifeless doll, Y/N manages to force her eyes open and look into the concerned ones of her lover, Karl. “You came for me.”

“And what else was I gonna do, Y/N?“ He asks softly, gently smoothing back the hair stuck to her sweaty and bloodied forehead, “I would’ve come sooner had I known...“

She cuts him off, “But you didn’t, and that’s ok, you couldn’t have known. I knew you’d save me eventually. I never lost hope.” Her voice is coarse and low, each word painful to push past her sore throat. “I knew you would never let me die.”

“I could never, doll. I don’t know what I’d do without you.“ He presses his forehead against hers lovingly, allowing her a moment to catch her breath before carefully swiping her up in his arms, “Come on, angel, let’s go home.“

Y/N may be his vulnerability, but she’s also his greatest strength. Without her, he would’ve never taken revenge on the Dimitrescus and would’ve never been this determined to end Miranda’s reign and ruin her plans. Without her, he would be half the man he is now.

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Wilfords Demands: Separated

Summary- 5.6k Curtis x You. Curtis lost the tournament and has been cast back to his original home, the tail end. You are now contained in Wilfords precious engine to see the crazy ramblings of Snowpiercers Leader. You also must find out Curtis’s fate and you believe you can find him, if you can just get beyond that door Wilford likes to disappear into. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics​

Warnings- Stressful situations, spitting, hitting, demeaning talk, threats, language. You also find out what happened with Curtis’s other children, its dark and upsetting. Proceed reading with caution. Thats as descriptive as Im going to get in that warning. 

Chapter 6 / Wilfords Demands Masterlist 

As you were dragged away, you could hear the cheers echoing off the steel walls. You could feel the overwhelming sensation of panic settling in your chest. It was all consuming as you started struggling against the man dragging you behind Claude, trying to pummel your fists against his padded chest and scratch at him. 

“Let me go! CURTIS!” you screamed, resorting to trying to bite at his hand wrapped around your upper arm. Claude scoffed seeing you give the guard a hard time and snapped over quickly, open palmed, she slapped your face to stun you. 

You panic turned to white hot rage at the woman, turning on her but the man tightened his grip, stopping all your movements. 

“For once in your miserable fucking life, will you stop it?! Jesus Christ you are not worth the effort Wilford puts in you. You don't even make a good whore.” She spit in your face before turning back to open the door to Wilford’s chambers once more, jerking her head to direct the guard to bring you in. “He will be back soon, make sure she doesn’t do something stupid can you? Just don't hurt her, Wilford will have both our heads if anything happens to the precious prize.” 

She sneered out the last words at you, You spat at her with a smug smile when it landed on her face. She screamed in disgust and wiped at her face with her sleeve. “Tail Ender Pig, you are all so disgusting.” continuing to mutter as she left the room, the guard released you, standing at the door and his eyes followed you as you were sure to put distance between the two of you. 

Wilford’s area was the same as before. More luxurious than the others, you went towards the engine, the furthest you could get from the guard when he barked out. “That's far enough.” 

Flipping him the bird, you moved to sit in a nearby chair, rubbing at your belly protectively. 

Right now the anger was the only thing controlling your fear. You had no idea what was going to happen to Jace, was Curtis even still alive. You couldn’t think like that, because you would lose it if Curtis was dead. 

He promised you that he would find a way, swore to you. 

But promises made were not always kept. You swiped at your face furiously to hide the tears, thinking about Curtis would have to come later, when it actually could sink in. For now Curtis was still alive, he would come for Jace, that was all that mattered. 

Time seemed to stretch, tension building when you heard the door shift open. The guard stepped aside and Wilford walked in, followed by Grey who was bloody, limping and spotting several cuts and bruises. 

I hope you feel every single one Curtis gave you, you hissed in your mind looking at him before turning away. 

“Well look at you sweetheart, told you we would be getting to know each other better.” His hand came to stroke your cheek and you jerked away, making him laugh. “Soon enough you will learn not to pull away.” Grey said while Wilford handed him some towels to clean himself up. 

“As promised, she is your prize. You just have to wait till after the birth.” 

You shifted in your seat, your hand still protective over your stomach to face Wilford, ignoring Grey for now. “Where is Curtis?” 

“Well she isn't going to be much longer till she spits out that spawn for you. I don't mind waiting.” Grey spoke over you, ignoring your question. 

“Weeks Grey, not long at all.” Wilford flipped to a calendar, and to your disgust you saw where he had appointments set up with the doctor. Your name, some others, you shuddered at it. 

“Is Curtis still alive?” You started again, but both men ignored you once again when you finally gave a scream, willing them to at least acknowledge you. 

Wilford blinked at you calmly while Grey scowled at you. “Curtis really didn't teach you any manners did he? Know what we are doing first.” 

You hitched your chin, refusing to back away from him in fear. 

“Curtis is no longer your concern Y/N.” Wilford started. “You won't be seeing him again.” 

Your eyes welled up at these words and your face pinched trying to process these. You can't break down right now. Jace needs you to keep it together. 

“Fine, but this child is my concern. I need to know what his future is going to be.” 

Wilford broke in a grin at this one, rubbing his hands together. “Of course, you spent all this effort supplying me with Curtis’s child. I have high hopes for this one.” 

Fuck you were going to be sick, listening to him. “I want to raise him, he is mine as you said.” 

Grey cocked a brow, his arms folding over his chest with a laugh, Wilford joining him. “Ah- no. This child is mine. I already have a name. Trust me, that whole Jace Tyler was cute and all, I heard all about why you wanted that name but no. Joseph Wilford the second will become my successor. Hopefully. Curtis was always my favorite.” 

You spared a look at Grey who’s features clouded slightly but then went back to victorious. “Well Curtis is washed out, past his prime now.” He pointed out and Wilford shrugged a bit. 

“Happens to all of us. Why I needed Y/N to get pregnant rather quickly, before the tournament. I'm still taking a risk, but such a pretty thing who's a survivor from the tail end. I like Joseph’s chances. So for now Dear, your stuff is being removed from Curtis’s quarters, being moved into Grey’s. For now though you will be staying with me. Grey, how about you go get cleaned up, celebrate your victory.” 

Grey gave one final swipe of his towel, smirking. “I think I will just do that.” Cold eyes swept over you, possessive now. “I will see you real soon.” Sure to run his fingers over you again and grasp your chin tightly when you tried to pull away, his touch hurt, bit into you as he dug fingernails into your skin to mark you. “Keep up that act, I like breaking women in.” 

Letting you go with a cruel laugh, he left the engine. Wilford seemed oblivious to your distress. “Come Dear, let me show you your cot. You need to rest. Most certainly, can't have you stressing the baby.” He tugged you to a stand, leading you to a corner near the engine humming and pushed you to sit. “See this is pretty good.” 

You couldn't help it anymore, everything you had hoped for had shattered in moments. You curled as much as you could away from Wilford rubbing your back and sobbed into your arm, mourning Jace’s father. 

Curtis first noticed the pain. It riddled him hotly with every sway of the train's movements. His fingers curled against rough fabric underneath him. When he tried to move pain seared through him everywhere making him grit his teeth and sink back into the hardness beneath him. “Don’t try to move mister, Mama said you needed to stay still.” came a young boy's voice near his ear and Curtis strained his neck to look next to him, nothing but shadows and more darkness filling his vision but then movement caught his attention. 

A boy, young by the looks of him but it was hard to tell without proper lighting. Big eyes stared at him though as the boy crawled closer to him. “Where am I kid?” Curtis grunted out as the boy lifted a gelatin block to his mouth and took a bite. 

“This the back of the train Mister.” He shoved the block at Curtis, setting it on his chest. “I will go get my Mama. You can have some if you're hungry.” The boy smiled and crawled away, dropping away from sight and scurrying off. Curtis curiously picked up the block and sniffed at it, wrinkling his nose at the smell and set it off to the side. With a groan he tried to sit up again, but gasped again in pain. “Fuck!” 

“Fuck is right.” A woman came into view, carrying a lantern with her to light up her way and sat at the edge of the bed. The little boy crawled in on the other side and grabbed at the gelatin block to bite into again, squeezing it a bit in his small hands, humming happily at his food. 

“Mama, I thought you said that's a bad word.” 

“It is Timmy, but he's allowed to say it. Go on now, shoo. Let me talk to this man.” she waved her hands at him and yet again the little boy, giggling this time climbed upwards into what looked like more bedding above Curtis. 

She watched him with a soft smile till the boy was gone, then turned her attention back to Curtis. “That's my baby Timmy and my name is Tonya.” 

Curtis frowned a bit at the name, then it clicked. “I remember you…” he grunted and Tonya smiled with a nod. 

“I remember you to, but back then you were still a youngin’. Barely 17, still young and hot headed. If you are back here, I’m assuming you're still hot headed?” Tonya chuckled as Curtis tried once more to sit up, and she pushed against his chest to press him back down. “Whoever did this to you did a number on you. Mostly your ribs and possibly your shoulder. You are gonna have to just stay put for a while.” 

Curtis worked his shoulders and she was correct, the pain in his collarbone and down his back was enough to make him see sparks. “Yup, I have to agree. And not hot headed… There was a tournament and… Fuck.” This time he surged up to a sit with a yell, holding onto steel grating above him, gasping. “I have to get out of here right away. They took her and I promised to keep her safe, keep our son safe.” 

Tonya shook her head confused. “Who? What are you talking about? You should lay back down.” 

Curtis stubbornly swung his feet over the edge of the bunk and moved to sit on the edge, looking around. More and more of it was familiar. In the years he had been up front, none of it had changed. Except there was less crowding then before. 

“Y/N, she's up at the front and in serious trouble. Fuck.” He swore again and pushed to a stand, bracing his hand against the framework and tried to make sense of where the door was. Tonya was right next to him, following along. 

“Wait, Y/N? She's up there still alive?” 

“Yes.” Curtis weaved among other people and Tonya tried making him stop. “She was in my care, Wilford… “ He came to a stop at a steel door, looking it over to see any way to open it. “Wanted her to get pregnant with my child. Once he has what he wants, he is just gonna throw her to monsters.” he hissed while pressing his hands against the door. 

“You are not getting that door open Curtis.” Tonya wedged her way next to him and made him turn around, being as week as he was at the moment. “You are telling me shes pregnant? Our Y/N is pregnant?” Her eyes glowered at him and he squared his shoulders slightly. 

“Yes, due anytime now. I told you, she was brought to me for a reason. It wasnt what either of us wanted but…” He turned back to the door and up towards the ceiling, looking for cameras or anything to get someone's attention. “... It turned into something more. And I need to get to her now.” His gaze turned intense looking at Tonya. Her hands were at her hips accusing but then her gaze softened a bit and she sighed. 

“There is no way out Curtis, don't you think we have tried? Its a box, a prison. This is hell on earth and you are now stuck in it with us.” 

Curtis could feel his breath quickening and his heart racing. 

He had to get out of here, he had to get to you. 

Time seemed to turn meaningless while you stayed with Wilford. He had the doctor monitor you daily, check constantly for the moments you went into labor. But you shut down, not talking or acknowledging the others around you unless you were forced into it. Wilford though didn't seem to notice. He talked all the time. Rambled joyfully about everything to do with the engine. Tinkering away at little things in it, tightening screws and bolts. Running inspections. “Dear this whole train keeps us alive. And it needs so much care and love.” He would sing softly as his hands stroked along the metal wall. “Just a gentle touch for our sweetheart here.” 

You would curl up your legs onto your cot, or try to, it was hard with your belly. He was fucking crazy the way he spoke to the engine. The constant hum of the engine and the spinning didn't help either, it made your head pound till you felt like you were also going to go a bit mad in the room with him. 

The nights though were the worst. The engine would seem louder without Wilford’s constant chatter. You would stretch on your cot across the room from Wilford, who slept in a large plush bed. It was hard, almost impossible to get comfortable and relax. It wasn't because the cot actually bothered you, you spent years either in a hard bunk or leaning against a wall in the tail end. 

Instead you were used to sleeping with Curtis. His body would be pressed in against yours, his arm wrapped around you to hold you close and your head would be cushioned on his chest or shoulder, or a hand draped over his stomach. He was warm and safe. That is what you missed. Your hands would rub your belly, sniffling to yourself. You refused to let yourself cry in front of Wilford. But in the night when your only company was the hum of the engine, you let yourself talk to Jace about Curtis. 

How much you missed his father, letting yourself mourn for him because it was the times you thought maybe he actually didn't make it. Those thoughts you cursed yourself, because he couldn’t be gone. He hadn't even gotten to meet his son. The nights were the hardest, the only time you didn't have to pretend to not exist and it would become overwhelming. When it became too much you would sing softly to your belly. 

Don't take my sunshine away. 

The only thing unusual about the engine was the door. Just a door near the spinning blue lights that made the engine come to life that you studied. It was better than going into a trance watching the blue orbs circle slowly. Wilford would once in a while disappear into the room and wouldn't come back out. Just a few times you leaned just right in your cot when he disappeared into the room, catching sight of computer monitors. That had to be how Wilford was watching all of you. 

That made you shiver, the idea Wilford watched you and Curtis doing everyday things. You didn't even want to think of what else he spied on. But more importantly if you could get in there, maybe you could find Curtis. Or see if he was still alive. 

One morning Wilford was cooking what you guessed was supposed to be breakfast. The smell of onions, potatoes and eggs was making your stomach roll viciously. Curtis had always made sure no eggs made it into the room. Wilford wasn't quite as considerate. You were just coming out of the bathroom, having rinsed your mouth out when the smell hit you all over again. Luckily nothing was left to come up. 

“Sweetheart, just think when I have Jr, I will have him ready to take over the engine.” Wilford said cheerfully, sliding eggs onto a plate with a sickening splatter. Your stomach did another roll, and you did your best not to gag. It didn't click with his Jr. spiel, since you never thought of your son as anything other than Jace Tyler. Wilford slid a plate on a small table near your cot for you. “Go ahead eat, I want Jr big and strong like his sire. Make his Poppa proud.” He turned away and you ignored the eggs, recalling his earlier statement. 

“Take over the engine?” 

Wilford made a show of cracking another egg into a bowl, holding up the shell. “Did you know these would be extinct if it wasn't for me? Something so simple… “ He studied it before tossing it into a nearby garbage bucket. “No more chickens. Or oranges like you have in that glass next to you. Fresh squeezed by the way. No more bread.” He picked up two slices of thick sliced bread. “Nor butter, because cows would be extinct.” He dropped them into a pan to crisp and sizzle. “Everything Y/N would be extinct, if it wasn't for our Snowpiercer.” he flipped his eggs and slid them onto his plate. 

You remained quiet, refusing the eggs, the toast and the juice he had set on the table, watching him. 

“But I won't last forever. I can fix this train, but there is no way to replace my body parts. So next best thing. Make the perfect replacement.” He went to his table and sat down. “Why I searched you out for Curtis. Women in the front, been ruined in less then twenty years we have been on this train.” He said disgusted as he started to eat, shoveling a forkful of eggs into his mouth and chewing. The yellow burst of yolk on his lip certainly made you gag this time, covering your mouth while trying to turn away. 

“No, I needed someone smart enough to survive but also untouched.” His grin turned cool as his eyes raked over you. “You survived the tail end, were strong enough to survive the lockbox as well as stunning, how you came out of there a virgin I don't know. But it worked out for me. Perfect for Curtis. All his other children before, just weren't perfect enough.” Another forkful of runny eggs and toast. You were struggling trying to wrap your mind around what Wilford was saying. 

“W-what happened to the others?” You asked shakily, scared of the answer. 

“Ahh, they didn't work out. We tried, sometimes the babies wouldn't shut up, other times they got to a certain age and would struggle with the motor skills. There were a few who got sickly.” Wilford shrugged as he sopped at his plate with his bread and popped that into his mouth. You though, your arms circled around yourself protectively as the horror of what he was saying made your heart race. 

“You just- got rid of them?” 

“Of course, I can't keep them if they can’t be useful. That's when it clicked. Curtis, he was fine. He's everything I wanted, big, strong, smart. Until you came along, he thought logically. It's a flaw, his falling for you, made him weak. But nothing I can't overlook I suppose. So many other perfect qualities in a leader. It was the woman.” He carried his plate to the sink and approached you. You shrunk back on your cot and he cupped your face in delicate warm hands, hands that never did hard work. “I needed a strong woman to match. All the front end bitches I paired with him threw off weaklings. You Sweetheart are going to give me the perfect prodigy. I considered switching Curtis for Grey for a while, but ahh he is too volatile to throw me a good son. No, it had to be Curtis and You.” He brushed your cheek gently and then grasped your hair to yank you forward towards the plate of food. “Now eat this gift I give you, because I need that baby to come out healthy.” 

Claude entered the room, clipboard in hand with a smile. “Sir if you're all set, we are ready for the inspection in the greenhouse.” 

“Oh yes Claude, be right there.” He beamed as he pointed at your tray of food with a snap of his fingers. “I want this gone.” Turning he made his way to Claude, the two of them chatting as they left the room, leaving you all alone. 

Your heart raced and breathing came out in a rush. With a swipe of your hand, you pushed the plate and glass off the table to shatter against the floor in a mess, screaming in a shrill burst. Overwhelmed with what he informed you, you couldn't hold it all back anymore, your scream just got shriller and tense to bounce all around you from the steel walls. Your voice ended up giving out with a croak and you dropped your heads into your hands sobbing at the fate of your son. 

You can't let this happen, just can't. This isn't what you or Curtis wanted for Jace. Your head lifted and eyes were wildly looking around the room, trying to figure something out. Attacking Wilford would do nothing. You could possibly hold him at knife point, but it would only be a matter of time before you were captured again, and it would just be worse for you and Jace if you had managed to kill Wilford. No, it needed to be more permanent. Something that would overthrow the whole train. 

Your eyes fell to the door, the door with all the monitors and control panels. You needed to be in that room and that's when a plan started to form. 

Although Curtis couldn’t find a way out of the tail end didn’t mean he wasn’t busy. Curtis started to get to know more about the tailenders, those who were ready to fight for there freedom, those with special skills that could be used in a revolt, listen to the stories of the horrors they have had to do to survive. It became more then simply getting back to you, now it was about getting these people out of here as well. 

Curtis started timing the guards coming through, trying to figure out how to work the inspections and feeding times to his advantage. After all this time, they should be fairly slack, rituals loose purpose after a while. 

But he didnt see his opening. No matter how many times he timed the lengths the doors were open, how long they stayed, how hard the cart full of the blocks were to manuever. It was all so precise, the same everytime and there eyes were watchful, always willing to bash a tailender should they step out of line. 

There was just four counts when all the doors were open and Curtis could see down the length of the train. It just wasnt enough time to get through several train cars. Tonya was perched next to him, listening to him count under his breath. 

“Curtis, don’t. We’ve tried that. It just ends with them culling us.” She hurriedly whispered back to him. Once they left he turned to her. 

“Then what Tonya? Y/N might have had Jace and tossed to Grey. Who even knows what will happen to my son.” Some frustrated tears caught in his lashes and some managed to escape, making a track down his now sooty dirty face. He dropped his head into his hands and Tonya rubbed at his back, trying to be supportive even though she delivered the harsh reality. 

“I know Curtis…I’m sorry, I just don’t want you going on a suicide mission. Y/N needs you, so does that little boy you got coming.” 

Curtis took a ragged sigh and stared back up at the camera beeping above the door, flipping it off before pushing to a stand and disappearing out of sight to continue trying to figure out a way to get back to you. 

You waited, you could be patient. You learned a while ago when you first joined Curtis to watch, it was also the harsh lesson he taught you in the beginning. It was how you got to know him as the man you cared for today. You were quick to learn that Wilford wasn't predictable. He would go into the room at random times. Sometimes for hours, sometimes for a few minutes. 

No matter how much you looked around the engine from your perch on your cot, you couldn't see where there were any cameras in the engine room. But you were still wary. Thinking maybe he was trying to catch you doing something, spring out of that room with a gotcha. 

But you were smarter. No, you were patient. Storing it all away. 

The worst was when Grey would come around. He seemed to turn into Wilford’s pet, always coming in to chat with him or ask favors. Oftentimes he would sit across the table, staring intently at you with a sneer. His eyes roaming you up and down like he had a right to take you whenever. These times you would hitch your chin up and stare back at him. Refusing to give him the satisfaction that he won. 

Maybe he did win your body. But you refused outright to give him any satisfaction in that. It didn't matter though, for Grey you were just a prize. You didn't matter to him except what you could give him. 

“She must be due soon, right?” Grey drawled out, moving to a stand and approaching you. In your bid to defy him, you didn't move an inch to draw away from him. His hand fisted in your hair, twisting viciously to have you look up at him. “Excited right? I'm sure it gets a bit boring just sitting here on your cot, waiting for time to pass with that little bastard inside of you.” 

You work your mouth to draw out some spit, hocking it at him as best you can at the unnatural angle. It earned you a loud smack, whipping your head to the side. Not a word dropped from you in pain as you glared up at him. Grey leaned in closer, his hand wiping at his face and wiping his hand clean in your hair he still had fisted in his other hand. 

“Nasty little thing arn’t you? Treat Curtis like this? Or did you just drool all over his cock every chance you get?” His fingers bit into your cheeks as he pressed harshly against the hinge of your jaw, wrenching your mouth open. “Don't worry, soon this will be all you know.” He spat in your open mouth, making you heave and try to pull away from him as he lewdly groped his crotch, laughing at your distress. 

“Grey, leave her alone… you will have her soon enough.” Wilford finally interjected, beckoning Grey forward towards the room. “I got something to show you anyways, step in here.” 

Grey snickered at you before sauntering over, passing through the door and Wilford followed him in, closing themselves in. You grabbed at some of the bedding, bringing a corner of a blanket to your mouth to try to tear at the fabric. You just needed a little bit. 

Your teeth ripped into the cloth and stitches, wrenching at the fabric till you could feel it weakening. 

Another pull, another twist and you could feel the fabric starting to give. Your eyes darted back to the door. “Come on…” You whined out and then there was a distinctive rrrriiippp… 

Balling the small bit of fabric in your fist, you got up to approach the door. Careful you pressed your ear to it, trying to listen over the engines humming, but it was pointless. The whoosh whoosh whoosh of the spinning mechanisms made you sigh in exasperation. You didn't want to ruin your chance by not being prepared.

Pressing against the wall, you tried to think about what you knew. The door was pressured close to guarantee a seal. Your eyes roving up to the mechanism that worked the door. It also made it close slow. You could wait a good five seconds after they left the room to do what you wanted. You could pretend you were passing by to go to the bathroom, seeing the door was just beyond your main target. Stepping back a few steps, you paused. Eyes on the handle, waiting for them to walk back out, swing the door wide open. 

It felt like hours till the handle jiggled and sure enough it swung wide open with both men leaving, laughing about some shared joke between one another. You started counting just like the way your Grandpa showed you when you were a kid playing hide and seek in the apple orchard.

One Mississippi

 You stepped forward as if you had been striding from your cot, which neither of you bothered to give a glance. The door clicked into reverse. 

Two Mississippi

Your chest clenched seeing the door start to close, the two men were a step away from you now where you could pass between them and the door. 

Three Mississippi

In passing, you rolled the ball of fabric in your palm, your hand brushing against the inside of the door jam and nimbly shoved the ball into the hole that would seal the door shut. Continuing on past. 

Four Mississippi

You paused at the bathroom door, your hand giving a shiver of anxiety while listening before opening the bathroom door. Please don't latch, please don't latch…. 

Five Mississippi

The door shut, but there was no distinctive click the door handle locked. You glanced over your shoulder to see it looked sealed. You yanked on the bathroom handle and escaped into the bathroom, covering your mouth as a gasp of relief escaped you, tears brimming your eyes at knowing it worked. Now it was just hoping Wilford left before he found out what you had done. Sinking to the floor, you took several breaths to try to calm your racing heart. Tilting your head back and closing your eyes, your hands pressed against your belly, whispering. “Jace, we are gonna find your daddy and figure it out from there. Right kiddo… we got this. We are going to be okay.” 

After giving yourself your pep talk and you weren't feeling like Wilford was going to figure it out and bust through that door, you made your way back out to see Claude had joined Wilford and Grey. 

“Well I need to go do my inspections.” Wilford motioned towards to exit, Grey took a glance at you shuffling back to your cot. Coldly he looked you up and down, obviously checking you out. 

“Will be seeing you soon Y/N.” You didn't respond, looking away as you lowered down onto your cot. He left and Wilford reached out for a clipboard Claude was holding, scanning over several papers. “What's the numbers on the tailenders?” 

“High hundreds. We took a count this morning. Its getting overcrowded once again.” 

“Ahh, I know it was getting bad once more. Gonna have to do something about that.” Wilford sighed. “Just need to get creative about it.” You did your best to keep from retaliating. “And how's our special guest there?” 

This made you perk, curious as to who he would be talking about. “Oh settling in nicely, like he never left.” Claude retorted as the door opened, and you couldn't stop the flutter of hope. Maybe it was Curtis.. Could be Curtis they were talking about. The door slammed shut and you started to count. 

Wilford could stay away anywhere from ten minutes to an hour. As anxiously as you wanted to run to the door and go in the room of cameras, you couldn't do it too soon. Wilford would just rush back in and stop you. All this effort, lost. 

So you waited. Counting like before till you were sure it had been a good ten minutes. Easing off the cot, you approached the door and rested your hand to the door handle. 

God let this work. You screwed your eyes shut and started to ease back, the door moving just as easily as if it was properly unlocked. Not even a turn of the handle. Slipping inside and pulling out the fabric from the hollow spot in the door, you let it shut you in. 

Camera, so many grainy moving pictures, it made your head thump with the intake of information. You started moving from screen to screen, searching faces to try to find Curtis. No matter how many you looked through, searching the garden cars, over to the kitchen crew, entertainment cars full of kronole high individuals, none of them had Curtis. You made your way down the line, cars with animals, people making equipment, prison cars. Still no Curtis. You bit at your lip, your fingertips pressing against screens, like you were crossing off people. 

“Come on Curtis, I need you to show yourself.” You passed to the last row, people all from the tail end. You leaned in close, mentally crossing off sections till you stopped at the door. It was a flash of familiarity that brought you back to that screen. 

“Jace… I found your daddy.” Your voice broke in relief, seeing him studying the door and camera, scowling up at it. You remember that look, the one that he was frustrated with his situation. You had never been so relieved to see him looking pissed off. “Thank fucking god you are still alive Curtis.” You fell back to sink in an office chair. “Now how do I get you out?” 

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the arcana: main 3 reacting to mc bringing them breakfast in bed

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thanks for the request!! i generally don't ignore requests unless i, for some reason, feel uncomfortable fulfilling them :) so i definitely wouldn't pass up something this cute!! i'm assuming you wanted a headcannon simply because you didn't specify otherwise, but if you would like for this to be converted into imagines for each of the characters, just let me know!!

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- i feel like this would be a little new to him

- because he's usually the one who brings you breakfast in bed

- to the point where it's not really a surprise anymore, like it's low-key expected

- you look forward to it

- however

- he had a really long night last night

- new inventory for the shop had gotten a little out of hand and he spent quite a few hours stocking shelves, sweeping the floor, cleaning glass, etc.

- you helped as much as you could, but he sent you to bed after it got dark

- so waking up with him still in bed was a nice surprise, and allowed you to return the favor

- he stirred a little in his sleep at your movement, but dozed back off immediately

- you decided on a lighter breakfast, something that would be refreshing

- the oven salamander toasted some bread from the market

- and you laid out slices of fresh fruit on a cutting board, placing the bread along with it

- you decided on a bright, citrusy tea

- he was still asleep when you brought it into your shared bedroom

- "asra? hey, wake up"

- shaking his shoulder kinda did nothing, i feel like he's a heavy sleeper

- a small kiss on his forehead

- that's what woke him up, love that

- when he saw the breakfast waiting at the end of the bed, two cups of tea steaming, he smiled sleepily and kissed the inside of your wrist

- "are we feeling generous this morning?" he mumbled against your skin

- "why wouldn't i? i thought i should repay the favor at some point"

- "it's not a favor when i bring you breakfast, i enjoy doing it"

- "well so do i, we can start taking turns from now on"

- he laughed lightly at that, and shared his breakfast with you

- most certainly fed you, and you did the same for him

- he really appreciates it, and thinks it's sweet that you would want to take care of him

- the morning is filled with quiet conversation, soft touch, and the rustle of bed sheets against bare feet

- so one

- this man can't cook

- soooooo this is not like asra

- he's used to you making breakfast for the two of you because the other option isn't really worth it

- you don't usually bring him breakfast in bed though

- and he honestly usually barely touches the breakfasts you do make because he's always in a rush to get out the door

- he gets up hella early to get to the clinic

- but you had planned this

- once the sun began to creep through the windows, you were up and out of bed

- did he protest? 100%

- "trying to escape me so early in the day? really, y/n, that's just cruel"

- "i have a surprise for you, so you're gonna have to deal without me for just a little bit"

- a sleep smirk ensued

- "a surprise?"

- "oh really, julian, nothing like that"

- a peck on his chest

- "that's for later"

- with a groan, he rolled over the other way and was back to sleep by the time you slipped out of your bedroom

- when he does make time to eat, julian really enjoys hardy breakfasts

- eggs, black coffee, some sort of breakfast meat, and lots of toasted bread from the market

- fruit platters really have no place in this meal for him, much to your protest

- you got to work, the steam from the poultry causing a greasy film to line the air

- it smelled delicious

- when you brought it in to him on a small tray, he was getting dressed

- dropping a boot to the floor, he smiled and asked, "is this my surprise?"

- "yes, and you had better eat every bite, i worked hard on it"

- "oh, so demanding," he teased, "if my appetite is just as taxing, i'll try and eat you up, as well"

- "only after you've had your breakfast"

- agreeing to your terms, you sat down on the bed and ate the filling plate of food with him

- the morning was filled with the pungent scent of black coffee, the crack of market bread, and the sound of julian's soft laughter

- i don't really think nadia is used to breakfast in bed

- she is used to being served her food

- but more so in a formal dining room, with guests, and in proper clothing

- so when you executed your plan of bringing her such a meal in bed, her servants were as shocked as you knew she would be

- the chef literally didn't even know what to tell you

- "you want to what?"

- "i want to make her breakfast, and then bring it up to our bedroom"

- "oh okay, uh, do you want me to help?"

- "no, you can start preparing lunch if you'd like"

- while raiding the pantries, you realized just how much food you kept in the palace kitchens

- spices, herbs, oils, grains, poultry, fine cheese

- it was all a little much

- so you decided on something simple

- an omelet was easy enough to make, and adding leafy greens and strong cheeses to the center of it was enough to make it look fancier than it was

- plating it alongside a bowl of fruit, diced and fried potatoes, and a glass of fresh squeezed lemonade, you made way for her sleeping chambers

- "milady, your breakfast is served"

- you tried your best to sound like portia, though it came out a bit silly

- lifting the sleeping mask from her eyes, she took in the sight of you standing beside the bed with a large, silver tray

- "y/n, darling, what in the heavens are you doing?"

- "i made you breakfast!"

- bending down slightly, you showed her the platter full of food

- her cheeks blushed slightly, and her eyes gazed at you lovingly

- "i think this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me"

- although you knew that your cooking skills didn't even come close to that of her professional chefs in the kitchen below, she ate everything with a smile and thanked you many times over

- the morning was filled with your voices echoing off the marble of the sleeping chamber, the clink of glasses, and the scent of nadia's sleep ridden body wafting throughout the air

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Chapter 1: Royal Blooded

Pairing: princess!y/n x prince!Chenle

Themes: royalty au, fluff, angst

Warnings: arranged marriage, violence

Words: 7.1k

Inspiration: BTS - Blood, Sweat and Tears - orchestral cover 

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Finale

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Royalty doesn't equal happily ever after

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You held your head high as you walked towards the throne room. You had your main servant walking behind you and two guards escorting you on either side. Your shoes made small tapping noises on the stone floor with every step you took and your clothes and hair gently flowed in time to the movement. You approached the grand door, nodding at the two knights guarding the entrance, who bowed back before moving their spears and opening the grand door for you.

The throne room appeared before you in all its glory. The metal chandelier hung from the ceiling, dangling above the engraved stone floors that were currently stood on by the entire court. The court and knights of your kingdom were all in neat rows on the left of the building, framed by the sculpted columns that ran up the walls. On the right side was another court entirely, clearly very rich and clearly not close to your kingdom. Their cloaks and shield bared an emblem which you had never seen before.

You had under a second to take in the sight in front of you before you had to move forwards. As you moved forwards you kept your eyes on your father’s, never breaking contact so that you didn't show weakness. You knew what this meeting was about, and you weren't particularly pleased. You had always known that this day would come, you had just hoped that you would have at least a few more years of freedom.

You reached the front of the room and paused in front of your father and mother’s golden thrones. Your servant and guards moved to join the lines of your court whilst you bowed your head in respect and stood, patiently waiting for your father to speak first.

He stood, your mother following, and spoke, addressing you by name but speaking clearly so that everyone who was present could hear his words.

‘Y/n, our only child and sole heir to the throne, the day has finally come where you will take the first monumental step for your kingdom.’

‘Father, I give you my solemn word I will uphold the oath I took when I was crowned heir and do whatever I can for my kingdom and my people.’ You replied, keeping your voice steady and clear so that it could be heard by the whole court.

‘Today will mark the start of our journey into a new age. Today we will create an unbreakable alliance with a kingdom whose wealth and power rivals our own and, this alliance, will start a new time, a time of peace and prosperity for the both of us.’ Your father continued, straightening up in order to face the court. He gestured for a man and woman from the new court to stand with him. The crowns on their heads and extremely elaborate clothing gave away to you that they must be the king and queen.

‘We have with us, the royal family and court from the Zhong kingdom of Shanghai, China. Over the past few months we have been in negotiations, trying to find a common ground between us to use as the foundation for this new peaceful age. Eventually we settled on the most solid of alliances, one that will bind our nations for all generations to come.’

Your father turned around and raised his arms to the members of both courts in the throne room.

‘A marriage!’

The room erupted into cheers as you were led up the few stone stairs and stood in-between and slightly in front of your parents. You turned your head to your left and saw a young boy, around your age, standing in the same position as you.

This must be who you were marrying. He looked out at his people with a calm look on his face, you couldn't tell if it was just a facade or if he really didn't care that he would be marrying you. You honestly couldn't tell which one you wanted it to be.

You turned your head back towards the two courts, missing the way he turned to you in order to look at, and study, your features. 

King Zhong then stood forward to continue informing the court of how the marriage would play out.

‘Since the Zhong kingdom has four sons, of which Prince Chenle is the youngest, it has been agreed that he will stay here, protect and, when the time comes, govern this kingdom with the royal family already ruling. Due to the young ages of both our heirs, we have also decided that there is no rush for this wedding to take place. The agreement of it is enough for us to guarantee peace and, when it does happen, it will be a celebration that will echo through both kingdoms.’ 

He turned to face you before looking back towards his son.

‘Your wedding will create an age of peace that will allow both our kingdoms to live without fear for generations to come. It will all trace back to the two of you.’

He and your father moved together before your mother moved to your other side. You managed to sneak a very quick look to your left and noticed Chenle’s mother doing the same. You realised that you were standing in a line: your mother, you, your father, King Zhong, Prince Chenle, Queen Zhong. You felt your parents both grab your hand and hold them up in the air as the court burst into another round of applause.

It was a symbol of unity.

---

Soon you were back in your chambers, thankfully, alone. If you had to stay and make conversation with your future husband and his family, you were sure that your brain would explode. You knew you were going to have to converse with them at the celebratory feast that the castle was preparing for tonight, but, until then, you were going to savour your rare moments alone. You had even sent away your servant and asked them to ensure that you weren't distracted for the next few hours.

However, that hopeful plan was short lived when your mother drifted into your room, your servant sending you an apologetic look from where they were standing behind her, powerless to protect your privacy.

‘Mother, what a lovely surprise!’ You politely said, standing up from where you were previously lying on your bed.

‘Y/n! You cannot lock yourself away in your bedroom every time you wish to avoid talking to people. I shouldn't have to remind you that you are a royal and that this is not how we conduct ourselves. You should have stayed and made polite conversation with either the King or Queen, or the Prince, Chenle. You will marry him, you know?’ Your mother scolded you gently.

Your parents had always been incredibly gentle and loving with you, only strict when it came to representing the kingdom and upholding the royal conduct. This made you incredibly grateful for them as they always made an effort to understand how you were feeling as a teenager, not just as a royal.

You sighed and looked down at the stone floor.

‘I know Mother, and I apologise for hiding away, I’m just a bit taken aback at this situation. If I may speak honestly, I have always known that I would marry someone for the sake of the kingdom, and that they would likely be someone I didn't know well. So that is not the part that has unsettled me a bit, I just- I thought I would have more time, Mother. I feel as though I am still young, yet I have the responsibility of a marriage, and not just any marriage but such an important one. The fate of our kingdoms is relying on the success of this union and it is difficult to process the magnitude of that importance. It is not an easy burden to carry.’

Your mother approached you, a sympathetic look on her face. She placed a delicate hand on your shoulder and gently guided you so that you were both sat down on your bed.

‘I know that this kind of marriage, an arranged marriage, is scary. And it is not a sign of any type of cowardice to be nervous about it. I was so terrified the first time I met your father, my knees were shaking underneath my dress and I could barely stand up, let alone walk. We got married very young too. As did the Zhongs. All of us have had arranged marriages, to someone we didn't know, while we were still very young, just like you and Chenle. So we do understand what that is like, and that is why we all refused to have the wedding while you are still so young. We wanted our children to get the chance to know each other before getting married. The chance that we never had. I gather that the pressure of this marriage is heavier than anything I will understand, due to what is riding on it, but you must trust yourself to do what is right. You are a smart child, y/n, and I have every faith that you and Chenle will build a beautiful kingdom.’

You turned your head towards her and smiled, as she continued talking, a small twinkle appearing in her eyes.

‘I have spent the last few moments speaking to Chenle, and I think you'll find that he is more than what you are letting yourself believe. Don’t forget that he is in the same position as you, only he has to go through it all in a strange kingdom, surrounded by people he doesn’t know. His family leaves tomorrow morning, and he will be left here, alone. He is probably more nervous than you are.’

Her words silenced you. You hadn't really thought about the fact that Chenle was leaving everything behind to be here. He really was making a much bigger sacrifice than you had given him credit for. Your mother stood to leave, briefly saying one last thing over her shoulder.

‘The Zhongs have gone back to their chambers now. The King and Queen are in the Royal chambers in the West Wing, and Chenle is accompanying the guest chambers there too. The feast will begin tonight in the great hall, I will see you there.’

And with that, she left, the large wooden doors closing quietly behind her. You stood up from your bed and walked towards the closed door. You thought for a second before you opened it and walked out, fully intent on finding Chenle and starting to get to know him.

You could see your mother walking down the corridor in the direction of her room, and you turned away from her and began your own journey to the West Wing of the castle.

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After a few quiet minutes of walking, you finally reached the West Wing. You intended to head straight up to Chenle’s room but as you reached the doors, you hesitated, your hand poised to knock.

What if he didn't want to see you?

What if you had offended him by not staying to speak to him and his family earlier?

What if he wanted to spend the day with his family before they left?

With these thoughts and others swirling around your head, you couldn't bring yourself to knock. You would be too embarrassed if you walked in on his final night with his family.

You lowered your hand and turned to leave, instead deciding to talk to him at the feast. You had only walked a few steps away from the door when you heard a piano being played.

You didn't know of anyone in the castle who could play the piano that beautifully or had the time to play at their own leisure, so you followed the sound.

You soon found yourself standing in front of the room you knew to be the hall of the west wing. This was often used as the spare great hall, it wasn't quite the size of the one you would be feasting in tonight, but wasn't, by any means, small.

You pushed open the door slightly, wincing to yourself as it creaked obnoxiously loudly. The playing stopped abruptly and, after a second of silence, a voice called out:

‘Hello?’

You didn't recognise the voice so you opened the door further and moved into the room. There you stood, face to face with Chenle, the boy you would marry.

Although you had hoped to find and speak to him, now that you were stood in front of him, your mouth couldn't seem to form any words. Eventually you forced yourself to just say something, rather than stand there awkwardly while he looked at you politely. 

‘I’m sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. I didn't even know it was you, I had just wondered who had been playing so beautifully.’ You muttered out, embarrassed at the nervous mess you had become. With all your years of learning how to present yourself in the public eye, it shouldn't be this hard for you to hold a conversation.

Chenle smiled slightly at your compliment.

‘Oh... thank you, your highness. Do you know how to play?’ He asked, looking you directly in the eyes.

‘Ummm, no. I wish I did though.’ You answered, moving slightly closer to the piano he was sitting at.

‘How come you never learnt?’ He asked, turning around in his seat so that he could face you.

You smiled sadly and shrugged slightly. ‘My father thought that learning an instrument would be a waste of my time. He thought my efforts were better focused on other things.’

‘What other kinds of skills?’ Chenle asked, tilting his head slightly, his eyes wide open and fixed on you. The innocent look on his face made a small smile break out across your features.

‘Skills such as languages and public speaking. He wanted to make me the best royal I could be, and I enjoyed those lessons. I love speaking many languages, but I do wish I could play like you could.’ You replied honestly.

Chenle opened his mouth to speak again but the loud creaking of the door opening drew both your eyes to the growing gap in the doorway. Soon your servant’s head popped around, their entire body entering the room once they saw you there.

‘I apologise for interrupting, your highness, but the feast is fast approaching and it is time for you to get ready.’ Your servant said, their eyes flickering between you and Chenle, clearly nervous that they had interrupted something important.

You turned to Chenle and gave an apologetic smile.

‘It seems I must go prepare, but I will see you at the feast?’

Chenle stood up, a gentle smile on his face as he approached you. He took your right hand in his and brought it to his lips.

‘I look forward to it.’ He placed a gentle kiss on the back of your hand before you turned around and exited the room.

Maybe this marriage wouldn't be so bad.

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You raised your silver goblet to your lips, a laugh escaping you as you conversed with a knight from Chenle’s kingdom. The feast was in full swing and the great hall was filled with laughing royals and knights alike. The festivities continued all throughout the lower town and outlying villages as well, with processions and food being sent there for their own feasts.

The knights and royals were sat in an open circle around the walls of the great hall. Both your family and the Zhong's were sat at the head of the table, your fathers in the middle, then your mothers then, finally, on the end were you and Chenle. He was close enough that you could exchange the odd smile, but not close enough for you to make any kind of conversation with him.

The servants bustled all around you, filling up glasses and offering pieces of food in between courses. The court jesters often appeared in the middle of the tables and dazzled the crowd with their magic tricks and acrobatics. The final acrobat had just finished their performance with a double flip, making you all gasp in amazement. The entire room burst into applause, laughter and exclamations of praise for the talent showcased.

Your father then stood up, raising his left hand up as a way of asking for silence. He held his goblet of wine in his right and began to speak.

‘As all of you are aware, we are here today to celebrate the arrival of our new friends, King and Queen Zhong and their son Prince Chenle, and the hopeful future that they bring with them. We hope that your stay, however short-’ He gestured to Chenle with his raised glass as he continued to say ‘or long, is as pleasant as it can be. To a new era!’

Everyone in the room, including you grabbed and raised their goblets.

‘To a new era!’ You all exclaimed in unison.

As your father sat down, King Zhong rose from his seat.

‘If I may say something as well?’ He asked your father, who simply nodded in response with a large smile on his face.

‘I would like to thank you for hosting us for our short stay and for offering a new home for our son. We understand that it is against the normal customs for the Prince to move to a new land, but your open mindedness about this situation has made this process a lot easier than we anticipated it would be. I have every faith that Chenle and Y/n will one day rule a beautiful kingdom, and I cannot wait to see that happen. To the future!’

‘To the future!’ You all chanted again, raising your glasses to the sky once more.

King Zhong’s words reminded you slightly of the conversation that you had had with your mother only a few hours ago and you found yourself growing to like the Zhong’s and their people with every passing minute. The knights that surrounded you were filled with interesting and hilarious stories and the other nobles that you had chatted with before sitting down were just as likeable.

You supposed that if Chenle was anything like his people, it would be relatively easy to get along with him. 

Time and courses passed and, before you knew it, the servants were clearing away for the final time. Your father placed a hand on your shoulder and sent you a reassuring smile, one which you returned, as the servants led you into another hall, one that had been specifically set up for dancing.

The orchestra began a gentle tune and soon men and women began to pair off and dance together. Ladies and Knights dancing together filled the room as you watched with your parents. You smiled as you watched the laughing couples spin around the floor.

‘A beautiful party tonight, I must congratulate you!’ Queen Zhong’s voice pulled your attention away from the dance floor. You looked over as she placed an affectionate kiss on your mother's cheek and your father shook hands with King Zhong.

Your mother thanked her as they all laughed together. You smiled at the sight, watching silently from the sides. It wasn't long before you were approached and asked to dance, however, it was not by who you had expected.

‘Y/n, would you care to join me for a dance?’ King Zhong offered out his hand to you, a friendly smile on his face.

‘I would be honoured.’ You replied, a similar smile stretching across yours.

King Zhong led you into the dance floor and guided you as the music continued to play. You danced through the steps that you had been learning since you could walk, making them almost second nature to you now. 

‘I know that this marriage may not be what you wanted.’ King Zhong suddenly said, surprising you with his bluntness. ‘I know my arranged marriage wasn't what I wanted.’ You looked up at him with raised eyebrows. He nodded, reiterating his point. ‘I was only a year older than you and Chenle are now, my wife only a year older than me. We were married within a week of meeting and it took us over a year after the wedding until we could even call ourselves friends. The pressure of an arranged marriage, especially one as important as yours, can place a huge amount of strain on any relationship. I wanted you to know that I understand that and I hoped that I would be able to give you a small piece of advice, y/n.’

‘What is that, your majesty?’ You asked, recognising the song coming to an end.

‘Don’t force this. Don’t rush it. You have all the time in the world to get to know each other, just enjoy meeting someone new and focus on being friends. Remember that this is about the two of you as well, not just our kingdoms, make sure that you are happy.’ He finished, looking down on you with a smile that reminded you so much of your father's.

‘Thank you.’ You replied honestly, feeling as though he had somehow sorted out many of the worries that were clouding your mind. 

You both stepped away from each other and walked back to where the other royals were waiting. You watched as he took his wife by the hand and dragged her out to dance, encouraging your father to do the same.

While watching the two couples, who had had the same marriage you would too, you couldn't help but wonder if yours would ever have the same kind of happy ending. 

You took a few steps backwards and accidentally bumped into someone causing you to quickly apologise and turn around, only to find yourself face to face with Chenle.

‘Your highness!’ You both said in sync, trying to apologise to the other at the same time.

You both stood there in silence for a few seconds, you were wracking your brain trying to think of something to say, when Chenle suddenly held out his hand.

‘Would you care to dance?’ His face held a hopeful smile that you already found impossible to say no to.

‘I would love to.’ You replied, slipping your hand into his.

You let Chenle take you into the middle of the dance floor before beginning to move together in sync. For a while you just let the music do the talking, filling the silence between the two of you with its instrumental words.

‘I could teach you if you want?’ Chenle suddenly said, making you look up at him in confusion.

‘Teach me what?’ You asked, furrowing your brows.

‘Piano, I meant piano. I- I could teach you how to play the piano if you wanted.’ A small blush dusted his cheeks, one which you couldn't help but think was rather cute.

‘I- I would love that. That would be so kind of you.’ You replied, smiling at his kind-hearted offer.

‘I wouldn't mind, I love playing so I’m happy to do it.’ He smiled back at you before continuing. ‘Although I do have one favour to ask of you, however.’

‘Oh?’ You said looking up at him.

‘Could you possibly show me around the castle? It’s kind of large and I don’t know my way around any of it yet. I nearly got lost on my way here...’ He mumbled the last bit to himself yet you still managed to catch it, making you laugh out loud slightly. 

Chenle noticed you laughing and smiled at the sight. ‘Don’t laugh! I seriously was terrified I was going to be late. Imagine how awful that would be, our parents in the middle of a toast for the two of us and I’m not even there! I would not be able to live in this kingdom after that.’ By this point you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. You leaned your head down slightly to try to stifle your giggles and accidentally placed your forehead on Chenle’s shoulder. You lifted it off quickly and saw Chenle’s face, him still holding the same nervous look as when he was talking previously. This caused you to break out into a second fit of giggles, only this time Chenle couldn't hold himself back from laughing with you.

There you stood, dancing together and laughing over the same joke for ten minutes. If either of you had turned your head to the side, you would have seen your parents watching the both of you with fond smiles on all of their faces.

---

The next morning you found yourself sitting at your desk, flitting through some documents your mother had asked you to look at. None of them were anything to do with you, she had only recommended them so that you would have an idea of the kinds of things you would need to look at once you were crowned.

The documents were actually rather interesting, but since you had no power over anything to do with them, they seemed to be getting more boring with every word. 

As soon as you heard the knock on the door, relief rushed through your system. Anything to take you away from this reading.

‘Oh thank god.’ You said to yourself before calling out ‘Come in.’ You lowered the page away from your face so that you could see who had entered your room.

‘Your highness! What can I do for you?’ You asked, moving the paper away from your face entirely and placing it down on your desk.

‘I’m not interrupting anything am I?’ Chenle asked, his eyes scanning over the documents on your desk.

‘No, no, not at all. Just some recommended reading from my mother.’ You explained. Chenle’s eyes widened slightly at that. 

‘Your parents do that too! Give you documents to read so that you know what you’ll be dealing with once you’re crowned? Even though there's nothing you can do with them so you're not really learning much.’ He said, stepping closer to you.

‘Exactly that. Oh god, it’s nice to talk to someone who understands what it’s like. I mean, I get why she gives them to me, but, at the moment they kind of do nothing for me.’ You laughed, watching as Chenle laughed too.

‘Don’t they just get more boring the more you read?’ 

‘Honestly, I’ve never been so happy to hear someone knock on my door. Anyway, what can I do for you?’ You asked, offering Chenle a seat in front of you which he gladly took.

‘I was hoping I may be able to get that tour? It took me an embarrassingly long amount of time to find your room and the thought of being late to anything scares the hell out of me.’ Chenle said, looking at you hopefully.

‘Of course, I’d be happy to show you around. Just so you know, once your man servant is assigned, they will be able to escort you everywhere until you get your bearings.’ You stood up, Chenle following you and you began to walk towards the door. ‘Also, anything to get me away from that reading.’

Chenle burst into laughter, a surprisingly infectious high pitched laugh that easily made you laugh too.

---

You showed Chenle most of the palace. You began with the library and headed from there into the great hall, the throne room, the court physician and showed him around countless bedrooms and servant quarters.

You had finished the entire inside of the castle and knights’ training area and were calmly walking through the grounds when Chenle asked you what your favourite spot in the castle was. You sent him a grin.

‘I’ll show you, follow me.’ You led him quickly into the stables.

‘The stables?’ He asked, raising an eyebrow in question.

‘No, not the stables.’ You laughed before continuing to explain why you had stopped here. ‘It’s just easier and faster to get to my favourite place on horseback.’

Chenle nodded in confirmation, before following you fully inside. You greeted the stablehand with a smile before asking about any available horses. You already had yours which you had ridden for the past few years, but were hoping to get Chenle one which he may keep as his.

You brought Chenle to your horse, allowing him to greet the pure black stallion, called Obsidian, which you rode. The stablehand brought him out and began to saddle him up while you showed Chenle a few available horses. He immediately began to walk towards the grey spotted stallion, standing in front of it for a few seconds before stroking it.

‘I’ve always wished for a horse like this.’ He said over his shoulder. ‘Ever since I was young I wanted one this colour which I would call Aspen.’ 

You stepped forwards with a smile. 

‘Then he’s yours.’ You said.

Chenle whirled around and stared at you in disbelief.

‘He’s what now?’ He asked, all formality that was usually present in your conversation disappearing due to his shock.

You laughed and gestured to the stable hand that this was the horse he wanted before speaking again.

‘Well, since you are now living here, I thought you may want your own horse. You can ride him whenever you like, will take him with you if you journey anywhere and, most knights take theirs into battle with them too.’

For the first time since you met him, Chenle seemed genuinely speechless. He just stared at you, eyes wide and mouth open before stuttering out a:

‘Th- thank you.’

You just smiled and nodded before heading out of the stables to where your horses were saddled up and waiting. 

You both quickly mounted before calling out to Chenle, to follow you. You dug your heels into Obsidian’s sides and began to move off. You started off at a gentle canter before speeding up into a full gallop.

Chenle kept close behind you, impressing you with his riding skills. You galloped out of the castle and into the woodland before continuing up a path that you knew well. The trees rushed in a blur of green and brown beside you and you looked to your left and saw Chenle riding exactly next to you. You both smiled at each other before you nodded your head to the right and shouted,

‘This way!’

The wind flew through your hair as you took Chenle uphill towards a cliff edge before, finally, beginning to slow down.

Your horses were panting heavily by the time you arrived, having been riding at a fast pace for a short while. You tied them to a tree next to a river nearby and left them to drink and recover whilst you brought Chenle to the cliff edge.

‘This is my favourite spot.’ You said, looking out on the marvellous view in front of you that never failed to take your breath away.

From this cliff edge you could see the entire citadel. The castle stood proud in all its glory and the town travelled all the way down to the walls by the lower gates. The view stretched past the lower town and outside of the city walls, where you could see a few farming fields and the closer outlying villages. 

You sat down on the comfortable grass, Chenle sitting beside you.

‘Enlighten me, your highness, why is it that your favourite spot in the castle isn't actually in the castle?’ He asked, tearing his eyes away from the scenery to look at you.

‘Because, there's more to a kingdom than just it’s castle’ You explained. ‘I like to look at it from here because I can see the people. My people. Who I love and will do any I can to protect, with or without an oath. Here I can see everything and, I feel fulfilled, like everything makes sense.’

Chenle watched you, nodding with more sincerity and seriousness than you had seen on him yet. Then the small mischievous grin you had come to recognise spread across his face.

‘So... you can speak multiple languages, dance beautifully, ride better than half of the knights I’ve ever seen... I don’t suppose there are any other talents of yours I should know about?’ He asked, looking at you out of the corner of one eye.

You smiled at the question, keeping your eyes trained on the view in front of you.

‘Stay tuned.’ You stated, enjoying the conversation between the two of you without formalities. It was much easier to talk to Chenle when you weren't so aware of keeping up the royal facade. After sitting there for a few more minutes, admiring the view and making idle conversation, you finally made a move to stand. ‘Let’s go. I’ll show you one of the outer villages then we can head back.’

As soon as he saw you moving to get up, Chenle shot to his feet quickly and offered out a hand for you to take. You smiled and accepted it, allowing him to pull you up from the ground. You headed back towards your horses and mounted once again. You set off at a quick pace, enjoying the wind in your hair and the shouts of conversation from Chenle behind you. You travelled all the way to the outer village laughing and joking, only to be greeted with a sight that was anything but happy.

The village was under attack.

---

You and Chenle rode into the small village, the utter chaos surrounding you distracting anyone from noticing who the two of you were. 

You quickly jumped down from your horse and looked over at Chenle who was staring at you with almost unnoticeable fear in his eyes.

‘Get the horses and yourself out of here. Keep them safe and I’ll find you in a bit.’ You instructed. You watched as Chenle’s expression clearly changed to worry.

‘What about you? What are you going to do?’ He asked.

‘I’m going to help my people.’ You stated. And with that you turned around and ran into the battle. You stopped briefly to grab a sword from a fallen bandit before moving to protect your citizens.

You swung the sword upwards to block an attack on a kneeling villager and deftly redirected the blow. You stepped in front of the injured man and faced the bandit head on. He stepped forward to swing at you and you brought your sword up to protect yourself, but he suddenly stopped, grunted slightly and fell to the ground.

Behind him stood Chenle, sword raised and eyes on the fallen bandit. 

‘Are you okay?’ He asked, his face filled with concern.

‘What are you doing?’ You replied. You knew you should probably thank him but at this moment you were so shocked that that was all you could get out.

‘Helping the people. If they're your people, that means they're now my people and I’m not planning on waiting on the sidelines while you fight for them.’ He said firmly, grabbing your hand and pulling the fallen villager up and helping him into a house for shelter.

You felt pure admiration filling your chest. The boy had been here for under 48 hours and was already risking his life for a kingdom and people he didn't know. You quickly grabbed hold of his hand, forcing him to look at you.

‘Thank you, your highness.’ You said, looking him straight in the eye. He nodded and you turned back towards the battle.

The next minutes were a blur of whirring swords, shouts of pain and worry and the sound of metal clashing on metal. It didn't take long for the news of your arrival to spread throughout the village, scaring half of the bandits away. The last thing they wanted to do was be known by name to the future rulers and current heirs of the kingdom.

As you watched the last few bandits disappear into the woods, you turned to the village leader and asked for their name.

‘If you are ever troubled by these bandits again, you are to send word to the castle immediately. Knights will be here within the hour.’ You announced to the villagers.

‘How can we ever thank you, your highness?’ The village elder asked, bowing his head in respect. You smiled at him.

‘Work hard and help your children grow up well. I don’t ask for anything more than knowing that my people are living well.’ You replied honestly. You never felt the need to take anything from the villagers, you would much rather know that they were happy and healthy.

You walked towards Chenle, who had reappeared with both of your horses. You had no idea where he had hidden them, but you were just glad that they hadn't been stolen. You mounted before reassuring the village with one final statement.

‘Prince Chenle and I will inform the king and queen of the bandits. I will personally ensure that food and medicine are taken down here to replenish what you have lost. If you know of any other villages with similar problems, please alert us and we will send knights down as reinforcements.’ 

You heard the villagers whisper Chenle’s name in awe. The outer villages hadn't seen him yet so it wasn't surprising that they had no idea who he was. You turned on your horse, Chenle doing the same and began to canter away, listening to the cheers and thanks echoing up from the relieved village behind you.

---

The ride back to the castle was a quiet one. You hadn't tried to speak yet, knowing that your main priority was to report the recent events to your father. But, just before you reached the walls, you slowed Obsidian to a stop, causing a confused Chenle to halt Aspen too. You dismounted and watched as Chenle did the same.

‘Is everything ok? Why aren't we going in?’ He asked, clearly having no clue what you were about to do.

You walked up to him and wrapped your arms tightly around his neck.

‘Thank you, for helping me and my people.’ You whispered, arms tightening slightly.

To begin with, Chenle didn't seem to know what to do, his arms raised slightly but frozen there. He quickly recovered from the initial shock, however, securing his arms around your waist and pulling you even closer to him. You were taken aback by how easy it was to hug him and how comforting he was. You both stayed in this position, neither of you wanting to be the first to let go.

‘We need to tell my father what happened.’ You eventually said. ‘He’s probably wondering where we are since we did kind of just disappear.’ 

You felt Chenle nod into your shoulder and you both slowly drew your arms out from around each other. You took a step back, too self conscious to be able to look him in the eyes and quickly remounted Obsidian. You kicked him gently, spurring him into a gentle canter and made your way back through the castle gates.

---

You and Chenle stood in the throne room, in front of your parents explaining the events of that day.

‘- supplies that they have lost over the past few attacks.’ You finished, laying out your hopes for helping the village repair.

You parents nodded, taking the situation very seriously and both agreeing with your plan to help rebuild and protect the targeted villages.

‘We will send a group of knights to them to deliver the supplies and get the names of the other villages that may be struggling as well. Thank you for bringing this to my attention Y/n. Chenle, thank you for stepping in. While I trust my y/n with a sword, I dread to think about what may have happened to the rest of the village, had you not decided to protect them as well. We are indebted to you.’

 Your father’s words made Chenle smile slightly, even though he tried to hide it. Chenle bowed his head once before speaking himself.

‘It was an honour, your majesty. As your highness, y/n, pointed out to me today, the kingdom is more than just a castle, its spirit is in its people. And if I am to rule these people one day, I would like to know that I have protected them at any moment I could.’

You parents both smiled at Chenle’s words, their obvious approval making you smile too. Your mother then raised her concerned voice to speak her final thoughts.

‘Thank you, both of you for your duty today. It may be wise to see the court physician to ensure that neither of you have any serious injuries.’

You both nodded before bowing and exiting the room, making your way towards the castle’s doctor.

---

After both being cleared of any serious injuries, you and Chenle both being prescribed an ointment for various bruises and one small cut on Chenle’s arm, you offered to walk Chenle back to his room.

‘I doubt you’ve managed to memorise the entire castle yet.’ You joked.

‘Not quite.’ He replied, a similar smile on his face. ‘I did get rather caught up in other business today though.’

You smiled down at the ground and you walked along the grey stone floors. Chenle cleared his throat.

‘So, you can fight well with a sword too. You continue to surprise me, your highness.’

Your face broke out into another smile.

‘I told you to stay tuned. Besides I can't have you getting bored this early can I?’ You joked, a laugh breaking out of Chenle at that.

‘I guess not...’ Chenle paused his sentence as you reached his door. 

‘Also...’ You began, drawing Chenle’s attention as he placed his hand on the door handle. ‘Please, call me Y/n. I’d like for us to drop some of the formalities if you're okay with that?’

Chenle smiled at your question.

‘I’d love that. And, please call me Chenle, all formalities forgotten.’ 

You breathed a small sigh of relief, feeling as though you were standing next to a new friend rather than a stranger you would soon marry.

‘Goodnight, Chenle.’ You said, unable to take the smile off your face.

‘Goodnight, Y/n.’ He replied, before stepping inside his room and closing his door behind him.

And there you both stood, on either side of the same door, both smiling at the simple thought of the other.

[supernaturalfreewill]

Words: 5,089 Demon!Dean x Reader Warnings: None really! Summary: Y/N meets Lucifer and moves forward with plans. We learn a little more about what once happened between Y/N and Dean. A/N: This has been a long time coming. I have had writer's block on this story for some time, but I think I've worked through it! This is part of a series! Read the other parts first! Part 1 :: Part 2 :: Part 3 :: Part 4 :: Part 5 :: Part 6 :: Part 7 :: Part 8.

Your name: submit What is this?

The constant thunder served to cover the sound of your approaching footsteps. You entered alone—the demon underlings refused to enter the chamber and were quite literally shaking in their boots. But not you. You strolled into the darkness, broken at first only by the blinding flashes of lightning. As you approached the hulking structure, flames rose up and licked around it in a circle, obscuring any view of what you knew to be inside. You stopped at the edge of the fire, the intense heat blowing back your hair, and raised a hand before slowly dropping it to the ground. The fire abated, obeying your command. The interior of the rectangular cage was cloaked in shadow and stillness. You stared hard into the abyss, trying to pick up some movement or shape. You didn’t have to strain your eyes for long.

There were suddenly two points of fiery light burning deep within the darkness—his eyes. They were red hot, like the irises were made of flame, but after a moment they dimmed and disappeared. Footsteps followed, slow and deliberate, and echoing loudly in the cavernous chamber, even over the sound of the thunder cracking and rolling overhead. You marveled at this inwardly now. How could there be thunder and lightning? Wasn’t there a ceiling of some sort way up there? Something, somewhere above you? But apparently He and His effects defied explanation.

You stepped over the line of holy oil that had been burning at your feet and he came into view. And he was looking right at you with curiosity as he emerged from shadow.

Your heart beat a little faster.

“Yes, I can see that easily,” he said, turning his eyes back to you again, guessing at what you were thinking. His lips curled into a devious smirk. “But there’s something else, isn’t there?” You did your best to keep very still and to keep your face impassive. He pressed his face close to the bars and his eyes bored into you. The intensity of his gaze was unbelievable and you almost quailed under it for a brief moment before you steeled yourself again. Best not to show weakness to the literal Devil during your first meeting. “How is it that a Knight of Hell is walking around with an almost untouched human soul still?”

You gulped at the tightness in your throat but said nothing. He only smiled wider. “Where, oh, where did you get that?” He let out a chuckle and stretched his arms up over his head casually and sighed. “Aren’t we going to meet properly?” he asked.

You gulped, hoping your voice wouldn’t come out strained and tight with nerves. “You don’t know who I am?” you asked him.

“Can’t exactly get the news or the weather down here,” he said in a singsong voice. “And you’re not one of the old Knights of Hell.” The devious smirk grew on his face again. “I certainly would remember you. You’re all shiny and brand new.”

You swallowed again at the tightness in your throat. You hated to admit it, but he radiated power.

“So, you have me at a disadvantage, you see,” he said. He kept his voice low, the tone still casual, like you were two strangers meeting at a bar. “You obviously know who I am because you came looking for me. No way to stumble on this place by accident—and I’m a little conspicuous. But I don’t know who you are, so let’s remedy that.” He stuck an outstretched hand through the bars. You eyed him warily. What was your move here? Could you snub a handshake from frickin’ Lucifer? Was it some sort of trick? Could he really do anything to you? Afterall, he was still in the cage.

You stepped forward and grasped his hand, your heart hammering in your chest. He took a firm hold of yours and tugged suddenly. You couldn’t stop a small, surprised gasp from leaving your lips as you were pulled right up to the bars in front of him. His eyes, no longer wreathed in flame, were an icy gray blue and they were again boring into yours. You felt a chill climbing up your arm from the hand he was clutching. He lifted your hand in his and brought it slightly through the bars, kissing the back of it before his lips curved into a mischievous smile. “Enchanté,” he said. The corners of his eyes crinkled with his smile. He finally let your hand fall from his, leaving your fingers still feeling strangely cold. You stepped back.

“I’m Y/N,” you finally managed.

For some reason this sent him chuckling again and he hopped a little playfully away from the edge of the cage, one foot at a time. “Oh, you are? …perhaps I do know something about you,” he said. The smile was still on his lips and there was a brightness in his eyes as he turned back in your direction. You gave him a questioning look. He shrugged. “I used to have some loyal followers who managed to get the occasional message to me. Before Crowley put a stop to that… In any case, you,” he said, pointing at you with his index finger, “run with the Winchesters.”

“I used to,” you corrected him. He looked at you with renewed interest.

“Are you sure? From what I’ve seen the only way out with those two is six feet under, you know what I mean?” he said with a fake grimace. He rubbed at the stubble on his chin. He gripped a bar in each hand and stared at you, seemingly studying your face again. “How exactly did you become a Knight of Hell?”

“That really isn’t important,” you replied.

A smile flickered on his lips again and he shrugged carelessly. “Right. I’m sure it has nothing to do with Dean being a Knight of Hell…”

You licked your lips a little nervously but said nothing. He seemed to know more than he first let on.

“Hmm. And, uhh, Y/N, that human soul glowing inside you… is that yours? It seems surprisingly unmarred. Pretty unusual. In fact, I can’t think of ever hearing of anything like it in all my eons.”

“I have a proposition for you,” you interrupted loudly, wanting to steer him back toward your purpose and away from your backstory.

“Ooh? Is that so? You have a proposition for me? Because I have several in mind for you.” Lucifer bit his bottom lip. “As you can imagine it has been a very, very long time since I had any visitors, let alone one quite as striking at you are. And I’d really like to get to know you better,” he smirked.

You ignored his innuendo. “How would you feel about running Hell?” you asked him bluntly.

You saw a flash of something in his eyes, maybe desire or surprise. “From in here?” he asked, gesturing to the cage. “Well, that’s quite impossible,” he chuckled. “Besides, I don’t think Crowley would concede.” There was a question in his voice and you knew he was trying to feel you out.

“You don’t have to worry about Crowley. He’s… let’s say, indisposed.”

“Is he dead?” Lucifer asked, an eager and hopeful look on his face. “Because that would be great news. I’m so sick of that little, meddling twerp…”

“So, you’d be interested?” you asked again.

“Sign me up,” he said, again leaning casually on the bars, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “But what’s the catch?” Every time he looked at you, you felt like he could see you without your clothes on… and you couldn’t figure out if he actually could, or if perhaps he was seeing your true form, your soul or some Knight of Hell version of it… It was a vulnerable feeling, and if there was one feeling you hated as a demon it was vulnerability.

“There would be certain concessions you’d have to make. Things you would need to agree to,” you said. “Terms.”

He smiled deviously. “Really? And you’d just take Big Bad Lucifer at his word?”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Of course not.”

He pointed at you enthusiastically and chewed on his bottom lip again. “I like you. You have spunk.” He paced slowly in the cage, but his eyes stayed fixed on you. “I’d like to know more about these concessions and exactly how you think you’re going to hold me to them. But more importantly I want to know why you’re even here in the first place.”

You thought about how to answer that question for a long moment. There were several reasons you had ended up where you were… which one should you offer up? Or should you offer up none of them? But, finally, you settled on a half-truth. “Revenge,” you said. This snapped Lucifer’s eyes to your face and a faint smile grew on his lips.

He chuckled and wiped a thumb over his bottom lip. “Personally, one of my favorite reasons for mayhem.” He paused thoughtfully. “On whom, may I ask?”

You crossed your arms a little guardedly. “I’ve fallen into this whole… running Hell thing,” you said. “It’s more a side effect really. Turns out, someone does actually need to do it. And I have essentially zero interest in most of the job.”

“So, revenge on Crowley? You took over just to piss off Crowley and now you’re stuck with it. Amazing how much administration and bureaucracy is involved in running a realm, isn’t it? Not to mention all the eager underlings,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“It’s simple. I have my own plans and I want to be able to do them when I want, how I want.”

“Sounds like what we all want, doesn’t it?”

“Let me be perfectly clear: you would not set foot outside of Hell. You can do whatever you want regarding… let’s call them, day to day operations. But that’s it.”

He held up his hands, palms out, lips pressed into a tight line. “Hey. Considering my current position, I would still call that a huge upgrade…” He leaned on the bars again. “So, when is my coming out party? Where do I sign?” He was looking you up and down without the slightest effort to hide it, and you felt the hair raise on the back of your neck under his gaze, but you weren’t quite sure exactly why. Was it just the pure power that he radiated? Was it some foreshadowing? You didn’t know, but it did make you uneasy. Still, you plunged recklessly ahead. What exactly did you have to lose?

“I have some things to prepare first,” you said vaguely.

“Oh, preparations? Party decorations? I’d like black streamers and Devil’s Food cake,” he quipped. You shot him a blank look which only elicited a shrug. “I get it. Enough with the questions. I just find you so… interesting. I’ve been sitting down here, rotting in obscurity and boredom and suddenly a brand new Knight of Hell shows up at the Devil’s cage wanting revenge on Crowley and some sort of, let’s say partnership. I’m not supposed to ask questions?”

“You can ask questions. Just don’t expect an answer.”

A wide smile broke out on his lips and he pulled the bottom one in between his teeth again. “Are you flirting with me? Because it’s working.��

You felt another prickle run up your spine and gulped at the nervous tightness in your throat which you were trying so hard to hide. “Just… sit tight. I’ll be back.”

“Like I have any other choice!” he said with a smile. “You’re just trying to play hard to get, trying to keep me titillated!” he called after you.

You stepped away back, breaking the gaze between you and him, and flicked a hand and the holy fire sprang up around the cage again. You could feel Lucifer’s eyes on you the whole way to the door, even though your back was to him. It was with some sense of relief that you finally closed it behind you. This was insane. What the hell were you doing? Did you seriously think you could pull this off? The alternative was to keep going the way you were—annoyed, frustrated, angry—you hadn’t asked for any of this. Crowley had turned you. So, whatever happened, ultimately, it was on him… Right? And Dean—just the thought of him sent you reeling with anger, frustration, and… shit. How was it that Dean was somehow still eliciting this whirlwind of emotions? You’d had enough. You wanted control again, so you were taking it.

There was a small gaggle of demons waiting just outside the door looking amazed and scared and you turned to the one in front. “Did you get them?”

He gulped and looked a little sheepish. “We—we still have to find a couple more.”

Your jaw tensed. “Well, do it. Now.”

_ _ _ _ _ _

Sam gritted his teeth when he stepped into the kitchen early in the morning to see Dean sitting at the island with a mug, apparently at his ease.

“Sammy,” he said, raising his mug slightly. “Little brother… How’d you sleep?”

Sam let out an irritated scoff. “How did I sleep? How’d I—you want to know how I slept? I didn’t. I didn’t sleep. Because the King of Hell is in one room, and a Knight of Hell was wandering the bunker. So, I didn’t sleep.”

One corner of Dean’s mouth flicked upward. “You really need to learn to relax…”

Sam grabbed the empty carafe off the coffee pot and gestured vaguely. “I thought you made coffee,” he said.

“What do I look like, a barista?” Dean’s gruff voice answered.

Sam glared at him. “You’ve got a mug.”

Dean looked down into it and back up at Sam. “This is whiskey.”

Sam rubbed a hand over his face. “Whiskey. It’s 6 am.”

“I run on demon time now, Sam,” he said, sipping carelessly at his drink. “It’s where I do whatever I want, whenever I want.”

Sam’s eyebrows lifted. “Really?”

“Yeah. Really.”

“So, you’re telling me of all the possible things you could be doing, running on ‘demon time,’ this is what you want? Sitting in the bunker with me, Cas, and Crowley.” Dean didn’t say anything, just held his brother’s eyes with a blank expression on his face. “For some reason I find that a little hard to believe,” Sam said skeptically, turning to fill the carafe with water and put some actual coffee on.

“Do you have some sort of point you’d like to make? Something you want to say to me?” There was a dangerous growl in his voice now.

Sam sighed heavily and turned around to face him again. “I’m sick of this ‘I don’t give a shit’ act, Dean! You showed up here because of Y/N, so some part of you, no matter how small or how far down you’ve shoved it, actually cares about something. And yet you won’t even tell us what happened when you saw her! Make up your mind—you can’t have it both ways! You either want to figure out how to get Y/N back or you don’t. …But I don’t know. Maybe you really don’t care. Maybe you don’t care if Y/N ends up dead or—”

Dean was on him so fast that before Sam even realized it he was up against the wall with Dean’s hand on his throat and the glass carafe was shattered on the floor. The puddle of water was slowly expanding, weaving its way around the shards of glass, making them look even more like jagged ice crystals floating in a shallow sea. Dean’s breath was hot on Sam’s face. “Don’t you ever say that about Y/N again. You have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.” With some effort, his hand shaking as he drew back, he released Sam. His eyes were filled with a savage light that Sam had never seen before and for a moment he was reminded of the power and anger this version of Dean was capable of wielding. Dean gave him one final glare and stormed from the room.

Sam heaved a frustrated sigh and reached up to rub at his throat. Gulping down the sudden wave of fear, he grabbed a broom, starting to sweep up the shards of broken glass into a pile. Cas breezed in.

His face immediately darkened as he took in the mess on the floor and Sam bending to pick up a few particularly large pieces of debris. “I heard something. What happened?”

Sam sighed and tossed the pieces forcefully into the trash before running a hand through his hair to push it out of his face. He gestured vaguely at the mess. “Dean. Dean happened…”

Cas swallowed at the uncomfortable tightness in his throat and gave him a questioning look. “What do you mean?”

Sam sank heavily onto a nearby stool. “I don’t know. Nothing. It’s probably my fault… I was—challenging him.”

Cas’s brow sank even lower over his blue eyes. “Sam—don’t do that. I know it’s hard to reconcile but he’s not entirely the brother you knew… He’s not the same.”

Sam let out a dry scoff. “Yeah. Tell me about it…” He sighed again, deep in thought now. “There’s something though…”

Cas nodded. “With Dean. About Y/N.”

Sam’s eyes shot up to meet Cas’s. “Yes. Exactly. He threatened us about messing with him, warned us about messing with Y/N, and then he just freely shows up here all of a sudden? And then just now… I said something about Y/N and that just set him off. It was like a switch flipped.”

Cas continued. “I’ve noticed it too. If the old Dean, some part of him, wasn’t still in there with this Knight of Hell, he wouldn’t give a damn that Crowley turned Y/N. He wouldn’t care about anything. He wouldn’t be here. Or he would have killed all of us by now...”

Sam nodded. “And yet he called us. He showed up here. He’s furious with Crowley...” He gave Cas a knowing look and the angel nodded.

“We need to know what happened between the two of them. It might explain why Y/N suddenly went barreling into Hell,” Cas mused. “I don’t believe it was only to punish Crowley.” The look in the angel’s eyes grew faraway as he sunk further into thought. “We need Dean to talk to us.”

“Yeah, good luck with that,” Sam scoffed. “He’s obviously being tight-lipped about it on purpose. There’s something he doesn’t want us to know, for whatever reason.” Sam stood up and resumed his kitchen clean-up. “And no one is going to force it out of him.”

“I just can’t shake the feeling that somehow Y/N is going to be his way back from all of this…” Cas said. Sam gave him a thoughtful looking, his brow wrinkled with worry.

“Then we better try our best to find out what really happened when they last saw each other.”

Cas went in search of Dean and after checking the usual common areas he headed deeper into the bunker, peeking into every open door. He was expecting to find him in his old room but was surprised to see it empty and undisturbed. Just next door, however, was your room, and Cas found Dean inside, standing over your desk.

He cautiously stepped across the threshold and waited patiently for Dean to speak, not entirely sure that he even would.

Dean was studying the books, notebooks, and stray paper spread out all over your desk. He paged through it gently, almost tentatively, with slow, intentioned movements. “All this—all of it… it’s about me. I mean, about Knights of Hell and demons… Every single note, every marked page.” His deep voice was absent its usual gruffness, and Cas noted that this wasn’t the first time he had seen Dean, the Knight of Hell, soften when thinking of you.

Cas swallowed a little nervously. “She wanted to get you back. We all did. But she was the one who refused to give up. Even when I stepped away. Even when Sam couldn’t go on.”

Something changed suddenly and Dean let out a wry laugh. “Waste of time,” he said, dropping the paper in his hand and withdrawing suddenly from the stacks of notes like he had been burned.

Cas’s brow contracted. “Is it?” he asked, meeting Dean’s eyes.

“Well, a lot of good it did her. Clearly, I’m still a Knight of Hell. And on top of that, it seems she is too. There is one thing I do know,” Dean said a little quietly, “Y/N doesn’t belong in this world. A frickin’ Knight of Hell,” he said, shaking his head.

“She would say you don’t either,” Cas asserted.

“That’s not the same.” Dean licked his lips thoughtfully and stared back at the angel for a long moment.

“Let me ask you something,” the angel started cautiously. He hoped if he could just keep Dean talking about you, perhaps he would explain what had occurred when you saw each other. “Why the hunting? The monsters? The humans?” Cas asked him. “I mean the demon underlings make sense. Might as well be an annoying fly under a newspaper but… why is going after the human criminals?”

Dean’s mouth lifted on one side and he crossed his arms over his chest. “You know, at first I thought she was just experimenting, trying out her new form and they were convenient targets. But I think it’s more than that.”

“What do you mean?”

The deep bass of Dean’s voice was now touched with gravel again and he paced over to sit on the edge of your bed, glancing at the novel and trinkets on your bedside table, now dull with a layer of dust in your absence. “Think about it. If she just wanted to learn new tricks she didn’t need to hunt down bad guys and monsters. She could have smoked the first thing she came across. But even now she has a conscience or something like it. She isn’t just killing just to kill. She’s clinging to some purpose, however self-manufactured it is,” he said, getting up from your bed and dusting off his hands. “She’s just trying to feel something…” Dean trailed off here and Cas watched as a cloudy veil came over his eyes.

“You saw her?” Cas asked, already knowing that he had, but hoping Dean would reveal more.

“Oh, yeah, I saw her. She threw me into a wall,” he said with a smirk. Cas’s expression darkened.

“Why?”

“Because she could,” Dean said. “But after that I made a point of getting in her way,” he said, stretching his arms out in front of him.

Cas shook his head, not completely understanding, but he felt like he was getting close to something. “What do you mean?”

“I got in the way of her hunts. She didn’t like that.”

“How?” Cas pressed him. For now, Dean seemed content to talk, but the angel continued to press for more details.

“Killing who and what she was going to before she could. She really didn’t like that,” he said, one corner of his mouth flicking upward again. “All I was doing was pushing her buttons, trying to get a response. Payback for what she had been doing to me…” Here he trailed off again and Cas watched a change come over his face.

“What had she been doing?”

Dean’s green eyes flickered up to meet the angel’s and for a moment Castiel felt certain he was about to explain, but the next second the that had passed and he offered only a vague explanation. “There’s some connection between the two of us, probably just a Knight of Hell thing, but… it made it easy for us to get at each other.”

“Hmm.” Cas was pretty sure that it had much less to do with being a Knight of Hell than it did with whatever was between you and Dean.

“I could find her. Somehow, I just knew where she was and where she would be next.”

“Well, where is she now?” Cas asked.

Dean stood up and shrugged, the corners of his mouth turning down. “I don’t know. Based on that voicemail she left, my best guess is that she is actually in Hell, and if so then it seems I can’t reach her there the way I could when she was just running around icing douchebags.” He shrugged again.

“And all that happened between you was a fight?” Cas asked again.

Dean seemed a little caught off guard by the question and it took him a long moment to answer. “Apparently.” And with that he strode out, leaving Cas standing alone in your room with a peculiar feeling that wasn’t true and almost more questions than when he started.

Some years ago

The trip to South Dakota and what had happened between you and Dean while you were locked in Bobby’s panic room left you with a hopeful excitement in your chest. As you rode in the back seat of the Impala, heading back to the bunker, you couldn’t help glancing up at Dean behind the wheel and you caught him looking over his shoulder at you several times as well. As soon as your eyes met, both of you broke into nervous smiles and you felt your cheeks respond with a warm flush which lingered long after you turned your attention to the waves of grass whizzing by outside.

Finally making it home late that night, Sam immediately muttered sleepy goodnights and headed for bed. This suddenly left you and Dean standing alone in the front room and the atmosphere was thick with expectation. Dean tossed the Impala keys down on the table with a loud rattle and his green eyes caught yours.

He shoved his hands into his pockets, shifting his weight a little nervously, the eye contact between the two of you magnetic. “Sooo…”

You laughed a little anxiously. “So. Alone again,” you said, unconsciously biting your bottom lip.

Goddamn… Dean couldn’t handle that and he tilted his head at you a little as he gave you an almost desperate look, his lips falling partially open as if he was about to say something. Your blush deepened and you were about to ask him something in return when suddenly he was right in front of you, slipping an arm around your lower back and his fingers into your hair and crashing into you, pulling you against him so suddenly, so forcefully that you were unbalanced on your tiptoes. The heat and passion of that kiss was staggering and you sank into it, giving yourself over entirely to the sensations of Dean—the rough stubble on his jaw, his strong arm tight around you, his lips moving effortlessly with yours, hungry and pleading.

Your lips broke apart for a brief moment and Dean studied your face, you doing the same in turn. The green of his eyes was olive in the dim light and there was a flame burning that you felt spreading straight to the center of your chest, heating you up.

“Is this—was that okay?” Dean asked you, suddenly a little unsure, a little worried he wasn’t reading the moment right. He had told himself for so long that wanting you was pointless, because it was impossible you wanted him back in the same way. He didn’t deserve you. So, the idea that this was happening at all was surreal and he was terrified of screwing it up.

“More than okay,” you replied. Your voice was breathy, like you’d just run a marathon. “Dean—”

His lips met yours again before you could even get the rest of your thought out and the next second it was gone as you were surrounded by, enveloped in Dean again.

You broke apart with no small amount of effort, your arms around his neck, and gave him a shy smile.

His eyes were questioning as he studied your expression.

You slipped your fingers in between his and gave him a warm look, starting to tug him in the direction of your room.

Dean’s heart pounded. He wanted this so badly. There wasn’t a single other thought in his mind. All he could think about was the feeling of you beneath his fingers, the taste of you, the intoxicating scent of your hair… He followed you down the hallway toward your room, but when you both were rounding the last corner there was a familiar rustling noise behind him and he spun to see Cas standing there with a grave expression on his face. His fingers slipped from between yours and you stood beside him, your heart sinking from stratospheric heights to the lowest depths at the shadow that was on the angel’s face.

“We have a big problem,” Cas said. And just like that, it was like you were yanked out of the perfect dream into a nightmare.

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Banished (Part 36)

*Not my Gif*

~Banished Master~

Summary: When the 100 was sent to the ground, Y/N Y/L/N was one of them. Having been locked up for almost 8 years, how will she react to surviving on Earth? Especially when she gets banished…

Post Date: 2-26-20

Paring: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Word Count: 3.2K

~Master~

~The 100 Master~

*Based off episode 3x07 of the 100, Terms and Conditions

Previously...

Bellamy left the room, taking a moment to think over his actions. Biting his lip he let his head fall, making his way down the hall. He looked over his shoulder as he approached his destination.

“Just a minute!” He heard after he knocked on the door. There was a moment of silence, Bellamy thinking of retreating before the door opened into your room. “Bellamy?”

“We need to talk.” He sounded serious as you hesitated but ultimately stepped aside, letting Bellamy into the room. You checked the hallway, seeing no one before closing the door.

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Bellamy didn’t know what he was thinking as he stepped past you, clearing his throat when he turned to see you. Your arms were crossed, a thin frown on your lips when you spoke. “What are you doing here?” Bellamy didn’t say anything, moving to look around your room. You rolled your eyes, leaning back on the wall gently. “Bellamy, I said-“

“I heard what you said.” He sounded frustrated at you when he grumbled, making you narrow your eyes. “I know what you’re doing with Kane.”

“What do you mean Bellamy?”

“Don’t play coy with me, Y/N.” He demanded as you inhaled sharply, his eyes glaring into yours. “I know you’re working with Kane. I just don’t understand why.”

“You really don’t get it do you?” You interrupted and took a few steps forward, coming up to Bellamy. He just cocked his jaw, his hands resting on his hips as you scoffed. “You don’t see it?” At Bellamy’s silence you continued. “You’re killing innocent people Blake. People like Gina. Her death wasn’t on you, not at all, but their deaths are. Tell me how that’s any different?”

“They’re grounders, Y/N. None of them are innocent.”

“You’re wrong.” You told him, pushing your finger slightly into his chest. Bellamy bit the inside of his cheek, shaking his head while you kept going at him. “How, after everything we’ve been through, can you still think like this?” He opened his mouth to reply, but you just held your hand out, getting him to listen. “The grounder with the bombing, Octavia said her name was Echo? When she told you the summit was a trap, you dropped everything to come and warn us. You tried to save us-“

“And people died because of it.”

“No.” You shook your head. “People died because of Ice Nation. Because of the Queen, but she’s dead Bell. This tirade can stop before more people get hurt. Before you get hurt.” You dropped your hand, creating more distance between you both. “If this is what you came in here for, trying to get me on your side, again, then I suggest you leave. I’m done having this conversation with you.” The room fell silent as Bellamy watched you, his head slightly bobbing but neither of you making any move to open the door.

Polis, 2 months ago

The first month of you being in Polis brought no change and for a while it seemed like war wasn’t a problem. It was almost too perfect. After your latest training with Lexa, you walked the streets of Polis, trying to come to terms with your new surroundings. Lexa had thought it best you stayed in the tower for a while as she spoke with her people, telling them of your decision. Lots took to you coming over, but more than half didn’t trust the sky girl, despite Lexa’s tries. You appreciated her, following her directions and remanding under the watch of Titus.

He walked by your side the moment you were let out of the tower, seeing the faces of the grounders around you. Most didn’t spare you a second glare, but for the few who did, your nerves were rising, always feeling eyes on the back of your head. You didn’t spend long that long before retreating back to the tower, heading out to the balcony in your room.

That’s where Lexa found you later that night. Sitting on the ground and staring at the late burning embers of the vendors below you.

“It’s late.” She called out into your room as you nodded rather slowly, never tearing your eyes of the town. Lexa sighed, taking her sword and holsters off before standing above you, leaning out into the air. “How was your day?” she asked, trying to make conversation but you remained silent. She furrowed her brows, not understanding your stillness before she tried following your eyes. When she realized you were staring at two people sitting and eating together, casually laughing when she sighed, taking a seat on the floor next to you. “Is this about Bellamy?”

You turned to her like she was crazy, a slight laugh escaping your lips. “Why would you think that?” you asked. She pointed out where you were staring and you scoffed momentarily, having no idea that was where you were looking. Lexa sat with you, the only sound being the noise and chatter below you as you groaned, leaning your head onto the metal bars. “You told me about Costia.” You whispered as Lexa nodded, looking at the side of your face as your eyes closed. “You loved her?”

“Yes.” She spoke suddenly, not one bit of doubt in her mind.

Feeling a lump in your throat, you swallowed, trying to form proper words. “That day I left Arkadia, I wasn’t thinking straight. I couldn’t be.” Lexa shifted, turning to you completely as she let you continue. “My brain was fuzzy or something, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe when I looked at Bellamy before I said goodbye… then I kissed him. And I think-I think he kissed me back.”

You fell silent, your last words were barely a whisper in the air. Lexa watched you patiently as you ran your hand over your face. You didn’t need to say anything, that look in your eye and the way you couldn’t turn away from the couple down below were speaking loud enough for you to hear laughter. “You love him.”

Polis, present day

“How dare you bring this to me on ascension day!” Lexa yelled as Titus as they entered her chambers, Clarke following along after.

Titus shook his head, sighing reluctantly. “I didn’t bring them here. You did, making Skaikru the 13th plan.” He told her as Lexa glared at him, remaining silent. He went on, telling her she should not of forgiven the murders of her people. “Blood must not have blood has failed. War is the only way to stop it.” Clarke listened from the outside of the conversation as Lexa turned to her, getting her opinion as Titus cut her off, telling Lexa your people were not to be trusted.

“Not everyone agrees with Pike’s ways!” Clarke objected, getting Lexa’s attention. “Kane doesn’t. And Y/N and Octavia-“

“Your people did not vote for Kane!” Titus yelled as Clarke groaned.

“But some of them did! We need to give them time to realize they made the wrong choice!”

Lexa heard Clarke’s plea, putting a blockade in place to contain Arkadia instead of attack until matters relating to Pike were settled.

Clarke and Octavia were fine with the blockade, a little weary but sure of the success in getting rid of Pike’s command. It wasn’t until a kill order was placed on Skaikru if they left before they were shock, exchanging nervous glances with each other.

The grounder Semet did not agree with Lexa’s no violence rules, believing they needed vengeance instead of justice. “Death to the Commander!” He yelled, staring at a stoic Lexa. As soon as the words left his lips, Titus and him fought, Titus stabbing Semet in the stomach as the 12 clans watched.

After you told Bellamy to leave, he didn’t listen, taking a seat on your bed instead. “I don’t want to fight Y/N. I just wanted to talk.”

You raised your brows, licking your bottom lip and moving onto the bed to join him. “Then talk. I’m all ears.” You expected him to say something, he was the one who came in here to talk but by the way he dipped his head you knew he wasn’t going to say anything. “Okay, I’ll start. Being here after three months is hard. I thought after everything, you’d be there… for me. But it seems like that isn’t the case.”

Bellamy listened to your words, a familiar knot forming in his stomach when he heard you laugh rather pathetically at yourself, making him look up to see a defeated smile on your face. “This whole thing with Pike and his leadership, it’s dumb. I don’t want to be on opposing sides here and I know I brought it back up and that I don’t really want to talk more about that, but you have to know,” you took a deep breath, squeezing your fingers into fists as Bellamy watched. “After all this, me leaving, Mount Weather, Pike being chancellor, and locking up Lincoln, I never stopped caring about you.” You didn’t know how hard it would be to get the words out, but once they were it was immediate relief, a sigh coming from you.

Bellamy on the other hand, froze. He didn’t expect that. His mind was reeling, parts of it reminding him of Gina, the woman who just died because he couldn’t protect her and you, who no matter what always survives. You and Gina were like fire and ice. You couldn’t be any more different and Bellamy’s mind screaming, pulling him in two different directions while he sat there, not saying a single word.

You were getting slightly annoyed with him at the moment, feelings weren’t something either of you were used to sharing, but you would’ve thought he’d say something. “Are you going to say something Bellamy? Or are you just going to sit there and make me do all the work?”

There was that fire. That same fire Bellamy experienced when it was just the just the 100, no chancellor’s or grounders, no adults getting in the way, no banishment looming in the back of your brain. Just you and him.

Y/N and Bellamy.

Right there and then.

It felt easy, like smirk on your face was playful and inviting, and there wasn’t the touch of unease behind your words. He didn’t want to speak, so he didn’t. Instead he leaned across the bed, his hand resting onto the bottom of your jaw as he kissed you.

Bellamy kissed you.

He pulled away almost as fast as it happened, sending your mind into a flurry as you tried to process what had just happened. Bellamy eyed you carefully, trying to gather your reaction as you met his rich dark eyes, just seconds before you kissed him again, only this time you didn’t pull away.

Bellamy’s hands gripped your hips, as he pulled you to straddle his legs, deepening the kiss with the slip of a tongue. You moaned, your hands on his shoulders, trailing down to his chest. His fingers moved up from your hips, barely making their way under your shirt before stopping. Bellamy finally pulled away looking into your E/C eyes and listening to your suddenly heightened breathing.

Bellamy pushed aside your hair from your eyes, gently dragging his hand down your cheek. “Is this a good idea right now?” he asked quietly, his lips mere inches from your own.

You took a second, thinking over everything. It really wasn’t a good idea, but good ideas were made to be ignored, right? With another kiss placed on his lips, you took the bottom of your shirt in your hands, pulling it up and over your head.

Bellamy’s eyes travelled across your body, savoring every little thing he saw. After everything, all the pinning, and the watching you when you weren’t aware, everything Bellamy wanted was just sitting in front of him. He looked up to your face again, seeing you glare down at the scars across your body as you held the shirt tight, tempting yourself to throw it on again.

You stopped paying attention to the scars on your body after they became too much to count, but now with Bellamy, the man you no doubt were falling in love with, if you hadn’t fallen already, sitting literally underneath you the scars made you want to hide. You didn’t take pride in them, any of them, regardless of how old you were when you received them. He grabbed your hand, slowly pulling the shirt out of it before dropping it to the floor, the rest of your clothes and his following soon after.

Octavia and Clarke were worried to get out before the blockade was put into place. For Clarke, Lexa promised her a spot in Polis as her guest. Octavia however didn’t like the idea, reminding Clark they had one hour before the blockade was in place and they needed to leave. Now.

Clarke entered Lexa’s room, hoping to say goodbye. “When do you leave?” Lexa asked her. Clarke hesitated, not bringing herself to look at Lexa.

“Now.” She said, sparing a glance. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Lexa assured her, her lips barely upturning for a smile. You have to go back to your people.”

They got closer, just a few small steps as Clarke couldn’t look away from the girl. “Maybe someday we’ll owe nothing more to our people.”

Lexa nodded. “I hope so. May we meet again Clarke.” She told her. She stretched her hand out, Clarke taking it in hers as they shook hands. But the next second, Clarke was pressing her lips to Lexa’s moving closer until they fell onto the bed.

You woke up the next morning feeling free as you laid on Bellamy’s chest, feeling him breathe quietly underneath you. Your eye fluttered open and you moved to look up at him at the same time he glanced at you, a content smile sitting on his face.

“Morning.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss you. It was something you could get used to if you were being honest. You just laid there, your hand placed atop Bellamy’s chest, letting you feel his heart beating as he traced around some of the scars on your torso. “I remember you getting this one.” He told you as his fingers ghosted over a particularly bad scar on your shoulder. “It was that day we went to get Jasper. You jumped in front of a panther for me.”

You nodded, remembering that moment quite well. “And you let me dangle over a death trap just moments before.” You quipped, shooting him an amused smirk as his deep and charming laugh rippled beneath you, a sound that made you smile. His laugh only lasted so long before his smile faded off his face.

He knew Pike wanted to meet this morning, trying to figure out how to catch Kane and… and you. Boy did reality smack him in the face. “I should get going.” He grumbled, throwing the blanket off himself. He picked up his clothes, starting with his underwear and pants before turning to you, watching him on the bed with a frown.

“You’re meeting with Pike, aren’t you?” you guessed on the first try as Bellamy inhaled sharply, about to apologize again. You just shook your head, your jaw clenching as you stood up as well. “Don’t. You don’t have to explain.” It was more like you didn’t want to hear his excuses. “Can we pretend this didn’t happen?” You whispered.

Bellamy felt his heart ache when he nodded. You finished getting dressed at the same time as him, neither of you saying a thing in the awkward silence. You wouldn’t even know what to say.

Your back was turned to Bellamy when he turned to leave, his hand barely extending out to touch your shoulder before he let it fall to his side with a sigh. You watched from the corner of your eye over your shoulder as Bellamy left the room, the sound of the door closing filling the emptiness of your room.

Clarke and Lexa woke up much like you and Bellamy had, Clarke tracing the tattoo on Lexa’s back softly as they talked about it, Lexa explaining the importance behind such a design before Lexa didn’t want to talk anymore. Clarke smirked as Lexa sat up, leaning over to began kissing her again.

When Clarke walked into her room, getting her things to leave she was shocked at who was sitting, tied up to a chair. “Murphy?” She realized he was knocked out. Running over, she frantically looked for the ties, making sure he was alright.

“He’s alive.” Titus spoke as he came into view, making Clarke jump from his sudden appearance.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “What did you do to my friend?” She asked him. Titus lied to her. Instead of telling her about the torture he put Murphy through the past few days, he told her Murphy was caught stealing from the market. Murphy began to move, groaning deeply as Clarke helped him, trying to free him again.

“I wouldn’t do that.” Titus pulled out a gun, aiming it at Clarke as she froze.

“Titus? What is this about?” She asked as he apologized. “I’m leaving. Octavia is waiting for me, we’ll take Murphy and you just need to let us go.”

“I wish I could, but Lexa won’t execute her duty if you’re alive.”

“She’s gonna know it was you!”

“No. She will think it was him.” He used the gun, pointing at Murphy who snarled, glaring at the man. “Skaikru weapon on a Skaikru thief. She might even declare war!” Titus pointed the gun at Clarke again, firing a few times but Clarke began to run away, missing the bullet every time. It wasn’t until she made a run to the door before she froze, the gun going off one more time. The bullet, aiming for Clarke, missed its target much like the others. Only this time it managed to land itself in Lexa’s stomach, making the girl stumble back before collapsing on the floor.

“Lexa!”

You avoided everyone the rest of the day, the memory of last night replaying in your head all day as you sat in the mess hall, having a few shots throughout the day. You didn’t want to see anyone, but you mostly didn’t want to see Bellamy and deal with his longing stares from across the room. So the moment Bellamy walked into the mess hall with Pike by his side, you were gone, slipping down another hallway and outside before he even realized you were there. You took a deep breath when you smelt the fresh air, leaning against the side of the ark as you waited for the rapid increase of your heartbeat to steady.

But before it could, a horn from Polis pulled your attention and everyone’s around you. No one knew what the sound meant, whispering amongst themselves, but you knew exactly what it was saying.

“Lexa.” You gasped to yourself, feeling a few gazes at your words but they went ignored, a worse feeling in your stomach at the fact that loud, deafening sound could only mean one thing. Lexa, the commander you thought would live forever, was dead.

A/N: So what’d ya think? 😉 I don’t know guys, this chapter was a little weird. Bellamy wasn’t in the episode at all so like writing was a little messy. Anyways, sorry for it being super late. Don’t be mad at me?

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curious prompt; Luco and Mc’s 1st introduction at the palace, as Doctor Devorak’s apprentice. Lucio already sick w the plague, and MC his designated nurse and the whole thing involves Lucio being kind of reluctant to accept help from a mere apprentice but after some time and perhaps delirious fever dreams there’s some kind of tension, MC questioning helself etc? More angst and drama ish than actual smut or fluff really, just a side of this relationship i think we don’t see enough of 😖🌸

My beautiful sunflower

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"Are you sure he won't be bothered by the change?" I made my way through the palace halls, making sure to always stay close to my mentor.

"Absolutely! Lucio gets annoyed by many, many, things, but a new face was never on the list" Julian squeezed my shoulder, trying to ease my insecurities away.

I sighed, regretting all my life decisions until the present moment, and held my books tighter. I was just an apprentice, for haven's sake! And Julian trusted me enough to look after the count. "It won't be so hard, trust me. It will be just like babysitting, really." Why did I ever trusted him?

The hall started to become narrow and the number of doors along it was becoming scarce, leaving a single golden door at the end of the hall, shining against the candle holders fixated on the wall. As we approached the door, our footsteps being the only sounds echoing on the hall, barks were soon heard coming from the other side of the door. A smile formed on my lips and I rushed excitedly to the door but Julian held my shoulder, giving me the most serious look I have ever seen on his face.

"Don't. Pet. Just don't" And after that he just kept walking. I followed him and when I finally reached my mentor, he was already knocking at the door.

"Oh, it was about time. I was getting frustrated already, Jules! Mercedes and Melchior are great company, but they don't talk back, you know? I mean, where were you? I sent a letter yesterday and I expected you here sooner!" The count opened the door, still blabbing "It's not a lot to ask for a little company and...who's this?"

He eyed me up and down as he had a judging expression, that slowly turned into curiosity and lust. He took a step closer to me, blantly ignoring Julian, and extended his golden claw to my face, but not touching it, only letting it linger close to me, like he could feel my energy.

"Um, this is (Y/n). She's your new nurse. My...apprentice" As the words left Julian lips, I could see Count Lucio's face turn to horror.

"An APPRENTICE? YOU DARE TO BRING A MERE APPRENTICE TO TAKE CARE OF ME?" He backed away from me, pointing his golden finger to Julian's face. "YOU COME BACK WHEN YOU HAVE A REAL DOCTOR"

And with that, he dramatically turned around, grabbed the frame of the door and slammed it on our faces. Julian sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He turned to me, glaring deep into my eyes and pointed at my folders.

"Those papers, let's call them the "Lucio Guides", are going to help through your nursing time. The blue folder contains all info of Lucio's relationship, the people who are and aren't allowed into his room and some duties he still has to do as a Count. The Purple one contains his medication, the right time to take them and other precautions related to his health. The red one...contains his life story and ways to "handle" his personality. Please be careful with this last one. I only decided to share such private information because it will be easier for you to bond. I trust you. You start tomorrow. Now hippity-yay, let's cure this plague!"

- ♡ -

After grabbing all of the medicine I needed, I rushed back to the Count's chambers. First thing I learned about him is that he didn't like to wait. So I would make my second first impression really stand by showing up, not on time, but early. I balanced the papers and medicine bags on my hands while fast-walking through the halls. I passed several servants that greeted me kindly and wished me luck. That last part really made me apprehensive.

Only my footsteps were heard on Lucio's room hall. I approached the door and lightly knocked on it. Barks could be heard on the other side of the door. They started to get closer and soon scratches against the door also could be heard followed by a vicious scream.

"Just come inside at once, I need heeeeeelp" The Count's nagging could be heard from the other side of the door.

I slowly opened the door, letting both of the dogs sniff me curiously as I looked for the Count. He was laying on his stomach, completely spreaded out with his head buried on the pillow.

"Oh Jules, you have no idea of how much I have suffered these last hours, I really-- oh, it's you" He only lifted his head and dropped it again, dissapointedly.

"Good to see you too, Count. So tell me about this suffering you had" I closed the door and the dogs lost interest on me, jumping on the bed and making themselves comfortable.

"Oh nothing much. It's not like you could help me anyway" He decided to sit up and stare at me. I couldn't help but to gasp.

"Count...your eyes!" I rushed to his side, dropping the folders on the floor, and held his face, analyzing his eyes.

"That's the best pickup line you could come up with? C'mon I'm not interested in some apprentice"

I grabbed a small mirror that was laying on his nightstand and shoved it into his face. He yelled in horror.

"WHY ARE MY EYES RED? WHY ARE MY EYES RED APPRENTICE? YOU HAVE TO FIX THIS" I grabbed the mirror from his hands and threw it on the bed, startling the dogs a little.

"Listen to me! First, my name is not apprentice, it's (y/n). Second, I am going to help you, but you have to stop being so harsh with me. It only complicates my work. Do you understand?"

He sighed dramatically and mutter something under his breathed and agreed to do as I said. I made a few quick exams on him and started to write on my papers while he sat on the edge of the bed.

"Am I going to die?" The Count bluntly asked while facing the floor.

"What? Count I-"

"Just call me Lucio"

"Lucio, right" I looked at him, feeling bad for his state and walked to the bed, sitting close to him. "I can't lie to you. You're not well and you need a lot of treatment. But I'll do my best to make sure that you'll be feeling a lot better in no time. Deal?"

He stares at my extended hand for a few seconds before taking it reluctantly and shaking it lightly.

"I better not regret this"

- ♡ -

Two weeks later, and my patient-doctor relationship with Lucio had improved a lot. He had stopped calling me "apprentice", made a few jokes and, sometimes, he even called me by a cute nickname, getting intensely flustered afterwards. It was cute.

As I walked toward Lucio's chambers, I heard a hushed conversation happening on the other side of the door. I tip toed my way to the door and leaned into it in order to listen better.

"So...a dream?" What was Julian doing in there?

"Yeah, but it wasn't just any dream. She was in it"

"Did you really ask me to come here just to tell me about your sex dream with my apprentice?" I could hear the disgust on Julian's voice.

"No,no,no, it wasn't a sex dream, I swear! Let me tell you what happened, sit down"

I couldn't just stay there and listen to that! I had to think fast and do something about this situation. I harshly knocked in the door and I could hear both of their surprised gasps on the other side of the walls. Quick footsteps approached the door, and I faced a red faced Julian when it was opened.

"Heeeeey (y/n), how are you? You look fine! Lucio doesn't she look fine?...I mean...of course you think she looks fine...I mean...I'm leaving. Let's find a cure!" And then he rushed past me and vanished on the corridor.

Lucio and I just stared at each other for a few seconds, his face turning red and I couldn't identify if it was because of the plague or the embarrassment.

Mercedes and Melchior rushed to me and jumped up and down, wanting some attention. I rubbed their heads and entered the room, closing the door behind me.

"So Lucio, any updates? How are you feeling?" I walked to the nightstand to grab my papers and started analyzing them.

"Nothing (y/n)" He said, trying to keep his voice steady.

"What happened with the whole nicknaming thing, huh?" I fake pouted to him.

He chuckled softly and grabbed my chin. "Nothing, sweetheart"

We just stared at each other's eyes for a few moments. I could feel him getting closer to me, and I knew his intentions. I wasn't complaining thought. He suddenly turned around and coughed really hard into the sheets. It was the kind of cough that I have heard before.

I looked at the sheets he had coughed into and saw a big stain of blood. Looking up at his face, I noticed how pale he was. He had a thin line of blood running down his chin and I instantly grabbed a cloth to clean it up.

"Is this the first time that has happened?" I asked while cleaning the blood out of him

"...No"

"What do you mean "no"? For how long is this going on?" My hand freezed on his face.

"...Two weeks" He looked at me sheepishly and then looked down.

"Two weeks? Lucio! Why didn't you tell me this before?" I grabbed his face with both my hand to make him look at me.

"I don't know...do you even really care?"

The hurt on his eyes and his voice was evident. He looked as if he was about to cry. I held him close and he wrapped his arms around me, sobbing on my shoulder.

"It's just that, everytime someone enters this room, they wish something! They wish to fake that they care or they wish me dead at once. Please tell me your neither of them."

"The first time I came here, I just wanted to get my job done. But now we're in this together" I separated our bodies and held his shoulders "I'm not leaving your side, no matter what. I'll always be here for you. Always."

His eyes widened and he smiled through his tears. He rubbed his thumb on my cheek and pressed our foreheads together.

"Just like my dream" I shot him a questioning look while giggling and he just shook his head. "I think I figured what your definitive nickname should be."

He extended his hand to a vase near the nightstand, without breaking eye contact and placed a flower behind my ear, smiling widely.

"My beautiful sunflower"

And with that, we shared a passionate and true kiss.

- ♡ -

Julian hadn't slept in days. The pain consumed his whole being, not allowing him one single moment fo rest. He marched down Lucio's wing's halls holding back his tears.

He held the doorknob and tried tuning it, only to find the door locked. He banged aggressively on it only to hear a mocking laugh from the inside.

"Oh sweet (y/n), my beautiful sunflower. Where have you been? Missed me much?" Lucio opened the door only to find a sleep deprived and angry Julian, with bags under his eyes, red from crying.

The Doctor pushed the Count hard, making him fall on the floor. Lucio couldn't be more offended, and his face showed.

"What the hell Julian?" His response was a paper thrown at him by the Doctor.

Lucio grabbed the paper, reading it carefully, his face growing paler by the second. He looked at Julian, seeking some comfort, but only found hate.

"She's dead because of you. YOU GAVE HER THE PLAGUE. DIDN'T YOU, LUCIO?" Julian cornered Lucio, making him stand to appear more confident.

"What are you talking about? She was fine a few days ago. I saw it! She was here, and she was fine!"

"Oh yeah?" Julian crossed his arms "And what exactly were you two doing here?"

Lucio silenced himself, but by the look of his face it was obvious. Julian pressed him against the wall, holding him by the shirt.

"You idiot. That's exactly how she got the plague. You gave it to her. You killed her" He let go of the Count "I hope you're satisfied. Did you at least have a good time?" He scoffed and walked away from him, leaving the room.

- ♡ -

It was around midnight when Lucio roamed around the streets of Vesuvia. He walked around until he found what he was looking for. The docks. He placed himself on the farest spot he could find and sat there. Staring at The Lazaret. Where his love was. Where her body was.

His tears fell on the sea, making small portions of the water move. He chuckled as he remember you telling him stories of the sea. How you traveled all your way to Vesuvia, obviously exaggerating some points to make him laugh a little. It always worked. But soon the grieving feeling came back to him, making him cry even more.

"I miss you so much. So much. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I swear! I wanted...I wanted to marry you, dammit! I needed you. I need you. You said you would never leave me. That would be by my side always"

He rose to his feet, looking angrily at the small island on the horizon.

"How dare you to leave me like this? I. NEED. YOU...PLEASE. please come back to me, sunflower. I don't know what to do without you"

And then he just stayed there. For hours. Barely blinking, only letting the tears roll down his face, not even caring to dry them. "They will go away eventually", he though, "just like her".

When the sun shone its first rays on the horizon he knew it was time to go. He kneeled down and started to look on the insides of his cape for something. He removed a single flower, a sunflower, from it and gently placed on the water, letting it folow its own path.

"I'll have you back, my beautiful sunflower. I promise"

And every night after that, he visited the docks, leaving a single sunflower on the sea, hoping it would travel all its way to his lovers heart, and somehow, bring her back.

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Somebody to love

Part 1 Part 2

Loki x reader

Imagine: After the New York attacks Loki is sent to prison in Asgard and you, his queen, are to be executed for helping him. Will you be able to save both of you in time?

Original request: @mirtaqueen Hi 😄 can I have a request , we are in thor2 and when Loki go to Odin in chains to talk to him, odin didn't say to him that he never see friga again but he say that marriage between reader and Loki is over and reader will be banish from asgard and that really hits Loki and brake him, so Loki try do everything to change odin mind, he will say with tears in the eyes that he can't take his queen from him and Frigga maybe say something and odin will change mind, pure fluff in the end 😄😄😄🙏

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A.N.: I just couldn't resist to make this story my own and do two parts 💗✨ I'm sorry if it's not exactly what you imagined, but I tried my best to do your awesome prompt justice 😄

"Your birthright was to die!" Odin shouted, sitting up straight in his throne and leaning forward as a gesture of attempted intimidation. His voice echoed so loudly through the room that it seemed to cut through the silence as he glared down at a chained Loki. "As a child… Cast out onto a frozen rock. If I had not taken you in, you would not be here now to hate me."

Loki took a quick step forward and the guards jumped into action to hold him back by his chains. "If I'm for the act, then for mercy's sake just swing it." He looked down at his chained hands with a frown. "It's not that I don't love our little talks, it's just…" His eyes shot back up to meet his father's. "I don't love them."

Odin leaned back in his throne, only acknowledging Loki's words with a dismissive look. "Y/n is the only reason you're still alive and you will never see her again."

Loki's expression went from boredom and anger to shock and sorrow, but Odin continued without a change in his demeanor. "You'll spend the rest of your days in the dungeons." 

The guards started pulling Loki backwards by his chains, urging him to return to his prison.

"And what of y/n?!" Loki yelled and refused to be dragged back, leaning harshly into the restraining metal which left bruises wherever it dug into his lean body. The thought of what would happen to you now that he had been arrested had occurred to him before, but only now did he realize that the chances were high that he'd never see you again. And that, to him, was absolutely no option. 

"Y/n will be executed for helping you. She asked me to let you live and take her life instead, which, after thinking it through, I agreed to."

Loki felt the tears stinging in his eyes even before Odin had finished the sentence. Oh, his sweet y/n… he equally loved and hated that about you. That you always put him first. 

"You can't do that…" He said and his voice broke, just like his heart did. Shock numbed his body like a dive in icy water. "She doesn't deserve it."

"You, my son, do not deserve for her to be yours." Odin replied sharply. "She is way better than you will ever be."

"I know." Loki breathed, more to himself than as an actual answer. But then, through the sorrow and pain, he willed himself to fight, to beg even if it only would save you. "She is the future queen of Asgard, you can't execute her! She is your family too! I beg you, switch our fates and I shall do anything you ask of me." 

"One day your brother will marry and give this kingdom the queen it deserves. Someone less cunning and less vain. Y/n doomed herself when she married you." Odin commented coldly.

If Odin's constant praise of Thor made Loki angry, him insulting you had Loki burning with rage like two damn gold particles smashed together.

"How dare you!" He yelled and lunged forward, the guards hardly able to hold him back with four men on each side. "She is my queen and if you dare harming her I swear I will end you and everyone who tries to stop me." 

Odin instinctively jumped a little, but quickly covered it up by raising to his feet and striding down the steps to stand in front of Loki. "You are just as vain as her if you think that empty threats will stop me from separating the two of you." He said quietly.

Loki glared at him for a moment, but then grinned wickedly. "You are afraid of her! Y/n threatened you to agree to her wish!"

"Don't be ridiculous!" Odin's voice thundered through the room, making the guards flinch. But not Loki. He knew what he needed to know and now was the time to plot.

With a small wave of his hand, Odin commanded the guards to return Loki to his cell and this time, he let it happen with a smirk on his face.

"Oh, and Loki… She will die in three days, at sunset." Odin added just before Loki was out of the room. And despite taking note of it, Loki's mind was too far gone to reply. 

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You were walking up and down in Loki's and your shared chamber, anxious and deep in thought. You hadn't had a chance to talk to Loki since he had been arrested. You must leave that to Odin, he was smart enough to realize that together, you and Loki would've plotted your escape long ago. But separated with no possibility to communicate, chances were high that this time he'd be able to keep Loki locked up for good. Locking you up, however, wasn't an option. You had your ways to escape and Odin knew that.

Before that, when you had heard that Odin wanted Loki executed, both you and Frigga, who you liked way better than Odin, had protested heavily. 

But only upon your threat to reveal Odin's 'colorful' past to the entire kingdom, including his wife and sons, Odin finally agreed to have you executed instead. It hadn't been your intention to offer him your own death, but it was the only way to let Loki know you were working on something.

Rumor had it Odin had spoken with Loki in the throne room and you sincerely hoped that Loki had received your message. 

Now all he needed to do was to wait and hope that you wouldn't screw up your plan. 

You sat down on the bed and ran your hands through your hair. It all was such a mess… and only because that large purple asshole by the name of Thanos had gotten hold of you, tortured you and thereby forced Loki to attack midgard and convince everyone that it was him who wanted to rule over it. You sighed and absentmindedly traced your fingers over the already faint scar on your ribcage. The memory of Loki's panicked face when he had first found out what Thanos had done to you made your heart squeeze painfully. He'd been the closest to breaking you'd ever seen and the memory of it still stung. But then again, Loki and you had spent months of plotting to make sure to kill Thanos before he could hurt anyone else. That alone should be enough to be forgiven, but for the sake of universal peace, you had agreed to keep it to yourselves for now. After all, who'd believe you or even remotely understand what it had taken to end the titan? It was the single last advantage you had, the ace up your sleeve.

A knock on your door pulled you back to the present. 

"Come in." You called and the door was opened slowly, revealing a servant girl. As your eyes met, she looked away quickly. 

"Your majesty, I'm sorry for the interruption." She said quietly.

"It's fine, you're always welcome. But I told you a hundred times before to not call me 'your majesty'! I'm not the current queen and I'm not going to be one either." You laughed and waved the girl inside. 

"I think you will be a wonderful queen one day, and prince Loki a great king." She said sincerely, and you felt bad that no one had told her the truth. It was a well-kept secret that neither of you would live to see that day.

"What's the news?" You asked overly cheerful.

The young girl smiled at you. "Her Royal Highness Queen Frigga wishes to speak with you."

"Ah." You smiled back as convincingly as you could in the dire light of your situation. "Just as I expected."

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Loki was sitting in his white cell, eyes closed and trying to concentrate despite the awful noises the other prisoners were making. He'd cast an illusion of himself reading peacefully, because right now, he couldn't be bothered to answer to guards asking what he was up to. If he was honest with himself, he was equally proud and grateful that you were so incredibly clever: You had sent him a clear message and were working on getting him out of this mess. However he also felt utterly useless; every time something happened to him you were there to save his sorry ass in the last second, but when you were in danger, he felt like he failed you. You were so strong, his solid rock in a raging ride, and he was merely the pebble on the shore. He shook the thought out of his head.

Now, he needed to understand his part in the plan, the plan that most likely included some way to save him at any cost and if fate would allow it, also yourself. He'd never forgive himself if he survived and you didn't… without you, living wasn't worth a single thing. If only he could hold you in his arms one more time, kiss you with his last breath and tell you that he loves you more than words could fathom. If only he could be with you right now, somewhere far away… You should've ran when you still had the chance. But the chance was gone and he needed to act.

So he jumped to his feet and started pacing from wall to wall with a deep frown.

If you had found something you could use against Odin, that was a huge advantage. Loki didn't know what it was, but he could imagine that it didn't matter either. He trusted you and your judgement, maybe even more than his own in some cases.

First things first, he needed to make sure that you weren't harmed, maybe buy you some more time.

With a snap of his fingers the illusion vanished and he stepped towards the open end of his cell.

"I'd like to see my mother!" He called out to the guards down the hall. "I'd very much welcome it if you could send her to me."

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A few minutes later Loki heard footsteps of approximately four people coming down the hallway towards him. When he looked up from his book he found that indeed, four people were standing in front of his cell. Three of them were guards and the fourth looked like his mother.

"Hello, dear…" She said and gave the guards a sign to open the barrier for her to enter, then a sign for them to leave. With a formal bow they hurried off back to their posts.

Loki walked closer to her until there were mere inches between the two of them.

"Hello y/n." He breathed with a slow smirk.

The illusion faltered and finally vanished, revealing your grinning face.

"How did I do?" You chuckled.

Loki grinned at you, opening his mouth to say something, but closed it again and shook his head slightly. 

"Last time we met you couldn't do that little magic trick." He finally remarked, looking at you so adoringly that you felt your heart beat faster. 

"Oh I can do way more than that." You winked. "Your mother has been teaching me for quite a while now… I wanted it to be a surprise, but then all this happened… and well. Surprise!" 

"God, I love you so much…" He sighed and captured your lips in a passionate kiss, filled with the longing and despair of the last few days. 

After what seemed like a little eternity of just holding each other, you finally pulled away. 

"Listen, I know you will hate my plan, but you need to trust me with this. Okay?" You asked quietly, resting your forehead against Loki's.

"I always trust you, with everything I have." He said sincerely. "What do I need to do?"

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A high pitched scream echoed around the dungeons, followed by heavy crying and finally, a loud cracking sound. When the guards came rushing towards the cell a few seconds later, they stopped dead in their tracks and stared into the cell. It was pitch black, holding a darkly opaque smoke inside. 

"Loki, stop this nonsense!" One of the guards exclaimed. "We know of the illusional games you play! What's happening in there?"

The smoke slowly dissolved and the guards could see more and more of what was happening inside. There stood Loki, in the middle of the room, his clothes covered in blood and leisurely smirking at the guards. In front of him lay your dead body. Your neck was twisted in an unnatural way, and your wide eyes were staring lifelessly towards the guards. The once white walls of the cell were now bright red, smeared and covered in blood.

At the shocked glances of the guards, Loki merely smirked. "She was becoming beyond annoying, and she wasn't even supposed to be in here! I did you a favor!"

Immediately they opened the barriers, pushing Loki back into a corner with their spears while he had his hands risen in defeat, showing them he was no threat. A guard checked on your body while three others kept their weapons pointed at Loki.

Suddenly the barrier closed behind their backs, locking them into the cell. Shocked, they turned to see Loki and a perfectly alive y/n standing outside, smiling innocently at them while their doppelganger illusions dissolved inside the cell.

The guards shouted and tried to make the barriers go down again, but of course they failed miserably. 

"Whew, that worked…" You chuckled, giving Loki a high-five.

"I'm so proud of you." He said and kissed your forehead. "My sweet little y/n can do magic now…" 

You punched him in the shoulder with a small laugh. "Call me 'sweet and little' once more and I'll put you right back into that cell."

"Yes ma'am." He winked at you. "What's next? Do we run?"

You let out a small sigh, pulling him with you down the hallway and out of the dungeons. Just when you reached the top of the stairs, you stopped. With another sigh, you concentrated on the task at hand and changed your appearance to that of Loki, who stared at you in confusion.

"C'mon, we don't have a lot of time. From now on just go along with whatever happens, okay? I've got this figured out..." You said to Loki in his own voice, making him snort.

"Alright…" He sighed, changing into you.

"Promise me you won't freak and ruin the whole thing! Oh, and you should trust your mom. She's in on this. Now watch what would happen if we would just run." You said quietly just as a small army of guards came rushing towards you.

In the matter of mere seconds, they had you in chains and dragged you back down into the dungeons, while Loki was pushed towards the throne room. It all happened so fast that Loki couldn't even say goodbye. But one thing he was certain of: your plan was working and he didn't know if he liked it.

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A Soldier’s Return (Levi Ackerman x Reader) | Chapter Two

TITLE: A Soldier’s Return

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A SOLDIER’S RETURN | CHAPTER TWO

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It doesn't take long for word to spread about your return and the most mind-blowing fact of all, your relation to the Commander and how before anything else, you were one of the few soldiers of the scouts that held a reputation. A soldier who was easily promoted to Squad Leader with her brother in the year 844, the both saving more fellow comrades during expeditions outside the walls and not even having a single member of their team shed single blood. You were one of the legendary scouts, and it was a shame that you had to leave. No one exactly knew why, and you'd like to keep that way as much as possible.

You wanted to let them doubt you, that you barely had the skills alongside your team who hadn't been outside the walls for years, you wanted them to think as if you were no longer someone who can hold her own against Titans. You and your team weren't bothered, of course. The simple gossip had never bothered you and your team anymore, practically immune to pointless words. It was not as important as saving humanity.

For the past few days, you had followed your duty in supervising Eren's movements but you also kept your word to the Captain by avoiding any other interaction unless it involved Eren. Well, you tried to at least but you tried your best to avoid Levi as much as you could despite his persistence, you only spoke to him when needed, and it wasn't needed as much, lately, Eren himself approached you without Levi's permission which irked the raven-haired Captain, much to your amusement. As much as you adored riling people up, you stayed silent. Keeping tabs on Eren and his movements, you kept a safe distance away, only giving opinions when needed. Either than that, you trained with your team.

Somehow, the rest of the soldiers that occupied the headquarters, seemed to be in awe of you and your team. Despite not being in the regiment for so long, you and your team showed your skills better than anyone, some unfamiliar with the techniques you used but it had caught their eye anyway. The five of you moved together in sync, no words were shared between the five of you, somehow you all just knew, working together for years, somehow—the five of you learned to communicate with each other without any words being exchanged. And you weren't going to admit it to anyone, but you did indeed miss the wind brushing against your skin when you used the ODM gear. And again, despite not using it awhile, you still had a flawless technique. And the boy Eren himself wanted to be trained by you himself, and of course, you happily obliged.

Levi, on the other hand, had been trying his best not to let his emotions surface for everyone to see. It irked him how you barely gave him an ounce of your attention. Somehow, the longer of your stay, the more annoyed he grew. He tried his best to ignore your presence, but wherever he looked, you were there as if on cue. And he didn't think it would even be possible, but somehow the very sight of you, made his heart skip faster than normal. It was as if your mere presence was enough to break through the walls he had built around himself from your abrupt disappearance all those years ago.

He grew frustrated every time you averted your gaze away from him, or whenever you shifted the topic of the conversation away from what he really wanted to know. He couldn't bring himself to start conversations or ask questions regarding your sudden disappearance all those years ago without causing suspicions from fellow soldiers about or upsetting you in public. He had been devising a plan in his head the past couple of days since your arrival to get you alone, to talk, he figured he deserved that much since your sudden departure, but every time he had found you, you were either with your squad or suddenly have found a way to slip away from him, and he is in charge as well, had his own duties to fulfil; and just because you had returned, he wasn't going to let it get to him to avoid his duties as Captain—or at least, try it not to get to him. It was disappointing and irritating to the raven-haired Captain.

Soon, night has fallen and you and your team occupied the castle's mess hall together with the soldiers that you have come to know as members of the Special Operations Squad, or also known as Squad Levi, it was unavoidable; you didn't want to raise suspicions from fellow soldiers if you were to avoid Levi altogether, you wanted to avoid people digging for answers of such attitude, wanting to find the right moment for you to let the truth come from yourself, not through nosy gossiping cadets. So when needed be, you shared moments like these, together with other soldiers. You sat on the other end of the table, across Levi; avoiding meeting his gaze, however, you could practically feel his gaze on you. You didn't know if he was beginning to become desperate for your attention or he was just being cocky.

"We'll probably be ordered to stay on standby for the next several days..." you hear one of them speak, flickering your gaze up to the source. The man who had his blonde hair tied into a bun was speaking, who you have come to know as Eld, "but I hear they're thinking of launching a large-scale expedition past the wall in 30 days. And that they're rushing to put some recent graduates in the mix."

"Isn't it a bit too soon? The raw recruits just went through a titan invasion!" the man you have come to know as Gunther adds, and you couldn't help but agree with him silently, however, still, you stay silent as you stir the remains of your tea with a small teaspoon.

The slightly obnoxious Oluo speaks in a manner all too familiar to you, "I bet the brats were paralyzed with fright." You couldn't help but roll your eyes as he spoke.

"Is it true, Captain?" the ginger, Petra, ask. You shift your gaze over to her, examining the woman. You've been examining her for quite some time, how she moved around Levi himself—ugh, what are you even thinking?

You drift away from their conversation, suddenly your tea seeming more interesting than the words being exchanged within the group—even your team seemed uninterested, keeping to themselves. You suddenly snap to sit up, hearing the muffled sounds of distant hasty footsteps growing louder and louder by the second, and before you knew it the doors fly wide open and a familiar voice echoes throughout the room.

"Hi there, Squad Levi!" she announces her entrance before flickering her attention over to you and your team to greet your group, squealing before approaching quickly, wrapping her arms around you, "I've missed you! I'm a little bummed you didn't see me first when you returned to the scouts, so upset."

You couldn't help but chuckle before returning the hug, "I've missed you too, Hange."

Pulling away from you, she returns her attention over to the rest of the soldiers in the room, "Is the castle comfortable?" Not bothering to wait for anyone's reply, she continues, "I'm currently handling the examination of the two titans that were captured in town. And I'd like you to assist me with my experiment tomorrow, Eren." You watch the interaction between Hange and Eren, a small smirk playing on your lips at the sight of how uncomfortable Eren had grown under Hange's gaze, "I stopped by to get permission."

"Experiment...?" Eren trails off, blinking a couple of times in confusion, "What could I...?"

Hange continues with excitement, "Well, you see, it's just seething with rage!" This whole conversation was amusing to you and you continue watching before you catch from the corner of your eye, a pair of orbs staring at you again. You knew exactly who it was, giving him the attention he seemed to crave, you shift your gaze over to meet his, arching your brow at him curiously.

The conversation between Eren and Hange still going on in the background as you seem to have an eye showdown between Levi. "Um, the thing is, I can't give you permission. I don't have any authority over myself these days..."

"Levi?" Hange calls, but he kept his gaze locked on yours as Hange calls out your name as well, "What's on Eren's Agenda for tomorrow?"

You remove your gaze away from him to look over at Hange, not capturing the look of disappointment that flickered over Levi's features when you averted your gaze. You were about to answer but Levi beat you to it, "Cleaning the yard."

"Great, then it's settled!" she claps her hands before reaching over to grab Eren's hand in hers, shaking it excitedly, "Eren! I'll see you tomorrow."

"Ah, okay..." Eren starts, unsure. "But what do you mean by Titan experiment?"

Oluo interrupts, "Hey! Don't get her started—"

Hange almost seemed to squeal, "Ah I knew it! I thought you looked curious!" And with that, every single one of you and the soldiers that had sat around the table quickly got up to stand. As much as you were intrigued with anything that is to do with Titans, you didn't want to spend the night with Hange, no matter how much you adored her.

You nod at your squad, bidding them goodnight before separating from the group, having all of your quarters separated from each other due to the late arrival, there weren't much bed spaces up for vacancy in the castle, so for now, you occupied one of the available private chambers in the private housing near the castle, while the rest of the members of your squad was scattered about in the soldier chambers, sharing bunk beds.

Your feet start moving towards the direction of where the room you were going to occupy during your stay, the sound from the heels of your boots echoing throughout walls of the private housing. You hum softly to yourself before the hairs on your back start to stand at the sense of someone following you. You had a very good idea of who it was.

As you put your footsteps to a halt, standing a few feet away from the door that leads to your chambers, you speak, "Is there anything I can help you with?" You continue, addressing your lurker, "You're very stealthy, Levi, but despite years of your absence in my life, you haven't changed one bit." Spinning around, you arch an eyebrow as you try to find his gaze in the shadows, "Now, what can I do for you to stop such stalking behaviour?"

Levi steps out from the shadows, his hands tucked in his pockets, "Why are you avoiding me?"

"Avoiding you?" You let out a dry laugh, shaking your head, "I have not been avoiding you, we've talked earlier in the day."

"Tch," his brows furrowing, "You know what I mean,"

You shake your head, "What do you want me to say, Levi?"

"I want you to tell me why, give me the reason why." He demands, his voice growing desperate as he spoke. You stay silent, refusing to give in to the temptation to speak. You keep your eyes on him, your orbs swallowing every inch of his features as if you were afraid you would never see him again after this—no, it was more like how you were savouring this moment because deep down inside you knew you missed him.

As you watch him, he did so too. Whilst his features weren't as evident from the lack of lighting, you almost seemed as if you were glowing under his gaze. The light illuminating from the moon had somehow fallen upon you through the large windows, it made your features stand out even more to him. He hadn't noticed it before, but now—as the both of you stood face to face without any interruptions, he could now see. The delicate features of yours that he loved so much, were still there, however, throughout the five years of your absence, it became obvious to one who would observe how you've matured. He had opinions about how you looked absolutely the same, probably because they lack trouble within the interior—the easy life, but he kept those opinions to himself, afraid of being wrong and upsetting you. What could have possibly changed you within the walls of the interior? He grew even more desperate due to his curiosity.

He takes a step forward closer to you, and as if by instinct, you take a step backwards much to his disappointment. However, something cathes his eye by your movements—the light radiates off of a heart-shaped locket, a necklace that was securely wrapped around your neck. He hadn't noticed of such jewellery before and now that it caught his eye, assumption after assumption began consuming his thoughts. His features scrunch up in distaste as he speaks, "From your lover then?"

Your eyes widen at the accusation before lowering your gaze down slightly to where he was gesturing, the corners of your mouth tugging down to a frown before you grab the trinket in your hands, contemplating whether it was time to come clean to the man before you. As you keep silent, this only adds the fuel to Levi's irritation. "So you left me for someone in the interior then? I should have seen that one coming."

You snap your attention back over to him, narrowing your gaze at his accusation. Releasing your grip on the locket, you lower your hands down to your side as you fight away the growing emotions in your head, and the breaking of your own heart. You wanted to scream at him, tell him the truth—but as those words escaped his mouth, your pride won over and you practically sneer towards his direction. "Careful, Levi. You almost sound like you're jealous." You spat before spinning around to enter your chambers, "you know nothing," you mutter sadly underneath your breath before you slam the door shut behind you, leaving a confused and guilty man by the other side.

He calls out your name as soon as he sees you walking about, you could almost hear his hasty footsteps from afar as he rushes over to your side. "Where have you been? Should you even be walking around—"

"I'm fine," you interrupt him as you continue to walk at a leisurely pace, fighting the urge to wince at the soreness and pain that your healing wounds are creating as you try to avoid his gaze as much as you could, "I will tell you the same thing as I've told Erwin, I'm fine."

He frowns as he walks at the same pace as you, "but your wounds..." He trails off with a sigh, "the nurse—"

"I said I'm fine, Levi!" You snap, growing annoyed of where the conversation was leading, turning your head to face him with a glare; you couldn't bring yourself to even care of the other pairs of eyes that you've captured from your outburst, "So just, leave me alone. I'm not an invalid!"

"I'm just trying to help—" he mumbles underneath his breath as he tries to reach out for you.

You take a step back, shaking your head as you let out a heavy sigh, "Stop, I don't want you to look out for me. Just because I kissed you, doesn't mean anything. It was a mistake. So just stop, and leave me the fuck alone."

As soon as the words slip past your lips, you knew deep down inside, you regretted them when you catch a glimpse of the hurt etched in his features, but your pride was your enemy and before you could take back such harsh words, you take off, leaving a confused and hurt Levi watching you walk away.

You let out a gasp as you sit up from your bed, the memory serving as your nightmare was enough to wake you from your slumber. You didn't know how long you slept, but it almost seems as if the sun was about to make an appearance soon.

You wipe away the beads of sweat that had formed around your forehead during your sleep, the heavy feeling in your chest bothering you as you were reminded of the first time you've hurt Levi's emotions. You didn't know why you were suddenly reminded of such. As if the guilt during the times you were awake when you've returned to the Survey Corps were not enough punishment, your subconscious decides to torture you furthermore, as if it were pushing you to come clean.

You let out a frustrated groan before leaving the bed to take a quick shower in the small bathroom connected to your chambers so you could finally get ready for the day, wanting at least to occupy yourself to get rid of your own guilty thoughts. You need something to do, or it was a matter of time before you grew insane from the guilt. You expected of such, returning to the regiment was a bad idea from the start—however, it wasn't as if you could have refused.

As you were about to get dressed, memories seem to flood your mind at the mere sight of the uniform you once wore a few years back. You and your squad were finally given uniforms that had the Scout's logo stitched in the fabric, seeing it and having to wear the garment now brought back good and sad memories for you, you didn't think you would be wearing such uniform anymore.

Leaving your chambers, the memory of the previous night's conversation with Levi causes you to frown. You begin to wonder how you must have hurt Levi once again, started to wonder where he went as soon as you slam the door shut in his face. Tch, probably into the arms of that ginger woman. You tried to shrug off the green-eyed monster whispering in your ear away as if it rested on your shoulders. As the conversation you had with him replays in your head, you couldn't help but grab onto the locket, playing with the trinket with your fingers. You knew why you refuse to tell him the answers he demanded, you were scared.

You move away from your spot, letting your feet drag you away to wherever it would take you as you continue playing with the trinket in your hand. You walk out of the private housing, letting the cold morning air brush against your skin as you made your way back into the castle. You were afraid. Afraid of Levi's reaction to your truth that you desperately kept hidden all those years. How pathetic of you.

As you near the mess hall that you and the group of soldiers occupied the evening before, your ears pick up almost instantly the muffled voices coming from behind the closed doors, it made your eyebrows raise in curiosity as to who could even be awake at such a time, knowing it was still early for breakfast itself.

Pushing the door open, your eyes widen at the sight of the occupants of the room, "What in the name of the walls..." You mutter underneath your breath in disbelief as you step inside, closing the door behind you, "how are the both of you still awake? Tell me you hadn't been torturing Eren the whole night with your theories, Hange!"

"Captain!" Eren gasp, his heavy eyelids suddenly snapping wide open at your presence, his eyes practically begging you to take him away.

Not even a sight of exhaustion evident on Hange's features, her eyes lighting up at the sight of your arrival, calling out your name almost immediately, "I was just about to explain to Eren here about what we've found so far from the experiments mixed with my own speculations," 

However, before you could respond to Hange, your ears instantly pick up the footsteps that were fast approaching towards the mess hall. Quickly, you step away, not wanting to be hit on impact when the doors burst open of the incoming footsteps. Right on cue, as you stepped away, the oak doors burst wide open, revealing a fellow scout. "Is Squad Leader Hange here?" he gasps, trying to catch his breath, his eyes instantly falling on Hange, "The subjects..." he starts, still trying to catch his breath, "Both titans have been killed!" 

The ride to where the titans were being held was a swift one, now all of you are standing there, watching Hange react emotionally at the sight of her dead titans that somehow, she had grown fond of. As if Hange's cries weren't enough to put you on edge, the soldiers that surrounded the area began to irritate you with their silly gossiping. "Let's go," you hear Levi speak, "the rest is up to the military police brigade." 

However, as you were about to leave, the sight of Erwin catches your eye. After a few words exchanged with Eren, your brother gestures you to follow. Lightly tapping Zachariah's shoulder, the two of you exchange a silent understanding, of him to look after Eren in your absence. 

"You understand what this means, don't you?" 

You nod solemnly as you follow in step with your brother, "I'm afraid so." 

Without wanting to waste any more time, you mount your horse as did Erwin and Levi who had been instructed to follow. You three and a few other soldiers under Erwin's command follow the commander hastily. Soon, those who Erwin seemed to trust, occupied his office, some looking determined, and some queasy from the thick tense atmosphere that surrounded the occupants in the room.

"You are all here because what I fear the most has finally happened," Erwin starts solemnly, "Due to what has happened with Squad Leader Hange's titan experiments, we can only assume that we have a traitor among us."

One of the soldiers speaks, "How is that so, Commander? What if it's just someone who really hates titans?"

He shakes his head, "The ones who knew of the experiments are only us scouts and a few from the other regiments to be able to transfer these titans themselves, and of course the Royal Government for approval."

"Either way sir," another soldier interrupts, "this doesn't change the fact that it's just an assumption."

You shake your head, you understand what they were saying, however, it was clearly obvious as to what had happened, "If this was done out of anger towards the Titans, it would have happened much earlier, but you're right, this is just an assumption, so we have to keep our options open. We have to look at this at every angle," you speak with a determined look in your features, "I believe that whoever did this, is a traitor who doesn't want us finding out more about the titans, we cannot ignore the fact of the growing information Hange has gotten through these experiments."

"I share the same sentiments," you hear Levi speak in agreement to what you had said from the other side of Erwin; causing you to glance at him in curiosity, however, the Captain was nowhere looking towards your direction. Have I really upset him this time? Ugh, why does this bother me at a time like this? "What suppose is the plan this time, Erwin?"

Standing up from his seat, hands on his desk with the look of a determination, "We set up a trap."

Thanks for reading, everyone! Does anyone have any idea what the reader's secret is?

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Dragon Queen

Pairing: Female reader x Jongho

Word count: 3.8k

Genre: Fluff, Adventure, Dragon Rider AU

Summary: In a universe where humans and dragons are divided by dragons riders and those who enslave dragons, the queen ventures out alongside her most trusted general when his dragon is stolen. 

Her footsteps echoed as she entered the meeting hall, quickly drowned out by the yells of her people. Her people continued to talk over each other, wanting to be heard over one another. With her metal helmet in her hand - in the shape of a dragon head - she made her way to the end of the table and slammed the metal piece on the table, quickly silencing the arguing villagers when they were aware of her presence. A castle guard stood by her side, ready to protect her if anything were to get out of hand. 

“What’s the problem?” She asked loud enough for the whole hall to hear, her voice echoing off the stone walls. 

“Two dragons were stolen last night, your majesty!” One of her villagers announced. 

“In the dead of night! I was awoken by the sound of my dragon squealing and came out only to see her being flown away in a net!” The dragon rider cried out, obviously distressed at the loss of his dragon. 

“And the other dragon?” (Y/n) questioned. 

“It’s my dragon, Queen (Y/n).” Her most trusted general, Jongho, announced when he pushed open the doors to the hall. Her eyes widened at his statement as he made his way over to her, kneeling to the ground with his bow and arrow laid out in front of him as a sign of respect. She bowed to him and he stood up, 

“What happened?” She asked, her eyes softening at him.

“I awoke to the sound of one of the villagers crying. I came out to investigate only to find my Mystique missing as well.” He said as he stood in front of her, his face trying his best to hide the anxiety he felt in his soul. (Y/n) knew her betrothed enough to know that he was suffering without his dragon. 

To become a dragon rider, the human must choose a dragon that chooses them as their rider. Once they have chosen each other, they are soul bonded until the dragon or the human dies. The connection was similar to if the dragon and the rider shared a mind and body. The dragon and their rider will hear each other’s thoughts as well as each other’s pain.

“We’ll find her, don’t worry.” She spoke softly to him and he nodded in response. She turned back to the table, “I want every dragon to be kept under close watch. I want riders to make sure their dragons are kept in safe places, caverns, burrows, in your houses, it doesn’t matter. Under my reign, I want no more dragons stolen.”

“Yes, your majesty!” The entire whole chanted as they kneel before her. She turned back to her general, putting a hand on his shoulder, 

“We ride in the morning. We will get Mystique back, I promise you.” She smiled softly at him. He nodded at her,

“Thank you, love.” He gave her a broken smile. The love that blossomed between them was no surprise to anyone in the kingdom. (Y/n) and Jongho were betrothed by their parents as children and had grown up together. Jongho’s father working closely with (Y/n)’s father - the previous king - meant that Jongho spent most of his time as a child playing in the castle with (Y/n). 

Dragons and humans had been united long before (Y/n)’s reign started. Her grandfather had managed to unite the beings, but there were few that wanted the dragons for their greed rather than harmony. Those that listened to their greed ended up stealing dragons to enslave and use against the kingdom. 

Even as a queen, (Y/n) was a passionate dragon rider and took care of both her people and their dragons equally. Her people looked up to her with admiration, never once seeing a queen so dedicated to her people as well as their dragons. She was compassionate, brave, smart, and strong. She and Jongho would lead their warriors out together, leaving her trusty younger cousin in charge of the throne while she ventured out of the kingdom. 

No one in her kingdom had seen a queen like her before. None of the queens before had gone out for battles with their generals, not wanting to scathe themselves. But (Y/n) was different. She went on these battles knowing that her warriors and their dragons would fight harder to protect their queen. 

“Can you feel Mystique?” (Y/n) has asked once she and Jongho had made their way to her sleeping chambers. He nodded, his facade breaking as he clutched his chest, 

“It’s so painful, my love. She’s so far away but she’s calling for me. She needs me, I can hear her distant voice crying out for help.” He choked out, tears starting to stream down his face at the immense pain and fear he was feeling from his dragon. (Y/n) could feel her heart breaking as she watched her beloved break down. She knew very well the pain of almost losing a dragon and she wanted nothing more than to help him bring home his dragon. 

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into her, letting his tears soak the fabric of her gown. She ran her hands up and down his back to soothe him, her lips leaving soft kisses atop his head. She only spoke up once he had reduced his sobs to sniffles.

“I promise we’ll get her back, my love.” She soothed as he cried onto her shoulder, “I won’t stop until we bring her home to you.” 

“Thank you, (Y/n).” He whispered against her shoulder, pulling away and wiping away the tear streaks from his puffy cheeks. “You are my love, my life and my universe. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” His words made a blush creep up on her cheeks and he chuckled, pressing his forehead against hers. 

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She stood on the balcony of her castle, Jongho by her side. Her people gathered in town to bid them farewell on their journey as they always do, all of them sending both the queen and her general good luck on their journey. A bow and arrow adorned the back of the queen’s cloak, her metal dragon helmet in her hand as she raised it, earning a loud cheer from her people. 

She entered the dragon stables with Jongho, 

“You will have to use Beowulf, Aurora’s mate, for now.” She spoke as she led him to the resting chambers of the mocha scaled dragon. “He’s the easiest to guide without being soul bonded.” She pushed open the giant wooden doors to reveal the massive dragon resting gracefully with his head held high. One talent that (Y/n) had managed to master was communicating with the dragons without a soul bond. They spoke to her with trust and respect. 

“Your majesty.” The dragon’s deep voice echoed in her mind as he lowered his head in a bow. “Am I required for a mission?” He asked once he noticed Jongho’s presence by her side. 

“Jongho’s dragon was stolen, Beowulf. He needs a dragon.” (Y/n) explained as Beowulf lowered his head in front of her once more to let her stroke his scaly head. 

“What the queen needs, I will offer.” He nodded, standing up with his strong legs and following them out of his chambers. He followed as (Y/n) led their way to where her dragon’s resting chambers. She pushed open the door, the violet dragon turning her head at the presence of her rider. The dragon’s head perked up at the sight of her mate standing outside her chambers, 

“I assume it’s urgent since you require Beowulf.” Aurora chuckled as she stood up, lowering her head to allow her rider to pet her head. 

“Mystique has been stolen, my dear Aurora. We must get her back.” (Y/n) explained softly. The shock the dragon felt was shared in her rider’s soul, 

“Then we must leave at once. I can’t imagine the pain your betrothed must feel.” Aurora’s velvety voice gasped as she hurried out of her chambers, lightly nudging her mate with her head and wrapping a wing around him. The four made their way out to the outside of the castle where a handful of her warriors were awaiting the arrival of their queen. 

“Your majesty.” The warriors kneeled down, their dragons lowering their heads as well when she stepped out. 

“We ride now. Keep your eyes and ears open, anything could go wrong out there.” She advised them. 

“Yes, your majesty.” The warriors nodded as they stood up. The queen mounted her dragon, her hands putting on her dragon helmet. She turned to Jongho who had mounted Beowulf with his own dragon helmet already on. The journey began with (Y/n) and Aurora in the lead, Aurora doing her best to track down the scent of her best friend. Jongho was listening to Mystique as well, his heart aching with every cry that she let out. 

The journey was taking time, all the dragons trying to track the scent of the stolen dragons. It was when the voice in Jongho’s soul got louder that he forced the group to stop for a moment. 

“We’re getting close.” He gasped out as he clutched his chest. 

“Something’s wrong, your majesty.” One of the dragons spoke to her, discomfort lacing the voice that echoed in her mind. The queen tried to scan their surroundings to find what was causing the dragons such discomfort.

“He’s right, my queen. This doesn’t feel right.” Aurora agreed, the discomfort in her soul felt in (Y/n). 

“Your majesty?” One of the warriors asked when they were halted for a second longer than usual. She raised her hand up to quiet him, 

“Something’s not right. The dragons can sense it.” She spoke softly as she looked around at the clouded sky. The wings of their dragons were blowing away the clouds around them, but with the weather being this cloudy, it was difficult to see what lay below the clouds. A harpoon was fired, barely missing Aurora’s leathery wings. 

“They’re right below us!” One of the warriors yelled out just as a harpoon shot through his dragon’s wing. Both rider and dragon let out a howl of pain as they dropped from the sky. 

“Quick!” (Y/n) ordered as more harpoons started to shoot from below them. She turned to one of the warriors, “Get them before they get captured.”

“Yes, your majesty.” The warrior nodded as his dragon dove to save the fallen pair. 

“Everyone else, follow me.” She ordered. The rest of the group dove from the sky, avoiding every harpoon that was shot at them. The further down they got, the clearer the base of the dragon stealers became. Enslaved dragons locked in cages while humans were firing heavy harpoons designed to take down dragons. 

Beowulf was quick to take down the ballistas, burning the wood of the weapons with his fiery breath. The warriors fought off the dragon stealers with the help of their loyal dragons, each dragon offering their own strengths with the help of all elements. (Y/n) pulled the recurve bow off of her back and fired at the humans that were starting to attack the attackers of their base. 

“Mystique,” Jongho’s head perked up as he heard her calls, “I hear her.” He muttered out, his eyes scanning the man made base filled with cages upon cages of dragons. He dismounted off of Beowulf and scanned the dragons that were trapped inside the cages that scattered the wooden base.

“General, I see you.” Her silvery voice called out, full of hope at the glimpse she got of her rider. 

“Where are you, my dear?” He questioned in his mind as he used his bow and arrow to fight off the humans that were charging towards them. 

“Save the others first, general.” She urged him. “I’m below many of the cages. It’ll take longer to save me first.” He turned his full focus to clearing out the humans, 

“Get those dragons out of those cages!” He ordered a pair of the warriors who nodded, rushing to the cages. Jongho caught a glint of the way his queen moved once she had dismounted her dragon, watching the way hands used her bow ever so elegantly. “Your aim has gotten better, my love.” He pointed out with a laugh. 

“Only because you taught me, General Jongho.” She chuckled, just as she fired an arrow, watching the way it hit one of the humans in the skull. Even during battle, the two would find a way to joke around with each other. 

Aurora’s breath was enough to wipe out most of the dragon stealers, blowing them away with the energy of the aurora lights harnessed inside of her. Once the first wave of the dragon stealers had halted, Jongho and (Y/n) moved quickly to free the dragons, unsheathing their swords and breaking open the heavy locks. With the sun going down from how long their journey had taken, they needed Mystique’s lunar powers. 

The power she harnessed was from the energy she absorbed from the moon, heightening her abilities when night came but also weakening the dragons of the sun. Each dragon harnessed their powers from their surroundings. 

Beowulf - a dragon of nature - had his powers heightened when he was surrounded by mother nature. 

Aurora - a dragon of the aurora lights - was able to use her powers strong even in both the light of day and the dark of night, but was able to harness an immense amount of power when night drew. 

Mystique - a dragon of the moon - was weak during the day. Most of the dragons that fought with the warriors were dragons of the sun and were starting to feel the toll of the lowering sun. 

“My Mystique, we need you. Where are you?” Jongho asked in his soul. 

“I’m nearby, general. Under many of these cages is where I await.” She told him as she watched from beneath a pile of the caged dragons. 

“Your majesty, more are coming!” A warrior announced as he saw more dragon stealers coming their way to protect their base. 

“Rescue the dragons, I’ll handle them.” She ordered as she rushed to climb on the back of Aurora, “Can we take them out quickly?” She asked in her soul.

“Of course we can.” Aurora chuckled out as she spread her wings and lifted off of the ground. “As the sky becomes darker, the lights within me grow stronger.” (Y/n) could feel her soul pulsating as Aurora’s body started to glow with green and purple, her previously violet eyes starting to turn white as she let her powers flow through her.

“Lend me your powers, Aurora.” (Y/n)’s soul requested. 

“As you wish, your majesty.” She watched as her hands started to glow the same colours as Aurora was. She drew her bow and arrow, aiming it in front of the next wave of attackers. The arrow shot out and glowed as well, hitting the ground and bursting with light and knocking back the wave. “Save the dragons, Beowulf and I can handle the humans.” She lowered herself to urge her rider to dismount. 

(Y/n) did as her dragon requested and went by her beloved’s side, opening the cages and setting the dragons free. 

“Quickly, fly to safety.” She urged the dragons once their cages were open. 

“We fight with the queen.” A dragon of the stars spoke to her with another two dragons standing by his sides, lowering their heads as a sign of respect before joining Aurora and Beowulf. (Y/n) watched in awe as the dragons fought off the humans. With the extra help of the other dragons of the night, Aurora and Beowulf were able to hold off the humans even when they attacked them with dragon slaying weapons. 

“Where is Mystique?” (Y/n) asked Jongho who had just uncaged a wyvern. 

“Somewhere here. I can hear her.” He said as he stared pushing the cages off of one another with his queen’s help. “She’s beneath the cages.”

“Speak to me, Mystique. Where are you?” (Y/n) called out. 

“Your majesty, you must look underground.” Her disembodied voice echoed in (Y/n)’s mind. 

“My queen, more are coming.” Aurora called out to her rider. The queen turned to her warriors, 

“Fight with the dragons!” She ordered. The warriors moved quickly to the side of the dragons. The dragons that were starting to grow weaker helped the queen and her general to move the cages. 

“Mystique!” Jongho called out once one of the dragons managed to pull her out from underneath. He opened her cage and she crawled out, her midnight blue wings outstretched behind her as she came out. 

“That’s all of them!” One of the warriors called out as he opened the last cage, setting the last dragon out and free. The dragon riders climbed onto the backs of their dragons. 

“Shall we, general?” Mystique hummed out as they started to lift off of the ground. 

“We shall.” Jongho chuckled. With the sun completely gone and the moon showing over the horizon, Mystique was able to harness all of her powers. Jongho could feel the moon’s energy flowing through his veins as he drew an arrow. He watched as his veins started to grow black from the power that he was sharing with his dragon, painting the arrow black as well. 

“Take them out, my love.” (Y/n) winked at him as she hovered beside him. Jongho smiled at her as the arrow withdrew from his fingers. The black arrow striking the ground and the light of the moon beaming following the arrow and hitting the ground. The entire base exploded, shards of wood and metal flying past the queen and her general as they watched what hopefully was the only dragon stealer base disintegrate. 

“Thank you, general.” Mystique hummed out as the group started to make their way back to their kingdom. 

“Anything for you, dear.” Jongho chuckled as he pet the side of her neck with his hand. 

~

“You’re ready.” The servant clapped her hands together excitedly after delicately placing the golden crown onto the queen’s head. She looked into the mirror at herself, her soul filling with pure bliss as she looked at her wedding gown. The fabric flowed as she spun around to admire her dress, Aurora’s head poked through one of the large open windows to watch her rider prepare for the royal wedding. 

“You look beautiful, your majesty.” Aurora gasped in awe. 

“Thank you, Aurora.” (Y/n) smiled at her. 

“You are the first of my riders that will wed while we are soul bonded.” She hummed out as she gently pushed the table with a bouquet of white roses towards her rider. 

“Really?” (Y/n) cocked an eyebrow at her as she picked up the bouquet. Aurora nodded, 

“I’ve had only two riders before you and they both died before they could be wed.” 

“That’s a shame.” She frowned slightly. 

“Your majesty, it’s time.” One of the servants poked her head into her dressing chambers. (Y/n) turned to her dragon, 

“Time for the grand entrance.” She smiled, feeling a small bubble of nervousness fill her stomach as she sat herself elegantly on her dragon’s head. She held onto the beige coloured horns that poked out of Aurora’s head as she steadily pulled her head out of the large window to lower her queen into the garden where General Jongho was waiting under the wedding arch with Mystique and Beowulf by the side. 

The residents of the kingdom were waiting as well, surprised that Queen (Y/n) had agreed to let them into the kingdom to watch what was usually a private affair. 

“Kneel for the arrival of her majesty, Queen (Y/n)!” One of the castle guards announced, sending the residents watching to kneel. Aurora approached the garden and lowered her head behind the wedding arch, careful not to bump into the arch or hit anyone in the process. Jongho couldn’t stop the smile that crept onto his face at the sight of his betrothed as she climbed off of her dragon. 

“Hello, my love.” He smiled at her as she stood in front of him. She returned the smile. The sight of him standing in front of her, dressed up, made the moment real and welled her eyes with tears of joy. The wedding officiant began the ceremony. 

“Your majesty,” The officiant turned to her, “Your vows.” He extended his hand to gesture for her to begin. 

“As a child, I always expected you to stick by my side. Even as children, I had never doubted your loyalty to me. But I never expected us to begin a life together. I always assumed you’d be the general to my army when I’d become queen because as children, I didn’t know I’d be falling in love with you. You are my partner, my universe, and you are the stars that scatter my night sky. I love you and I will forever be by your side, Choi Jongho.” (Y/n) made out, trying her best to hold back her tears but letting a few stray tears slip and slide down her face. 

“I never thought I’d be marrying a queen,” Jongho chuckled, “Never in my life would I have imagined myself marrying a woman as beautiful and as smart as you are, (Y/n). You are my love, my life, and my universe. When we would spend time in the castle together, I knew I wanted to spend my life by your side. I didn’t care what kind of a queen you’d become, I was ready to serve you even before you became a queen. I was ready to put my life on the line if it meant I’d be by your side.” His words broke the dam (Y/n) was holding back and she was full blown crying. 

“Place the rings on each other’s fingers.” The officiant held the tiny velvet cushion that were holding the rings and the couple did as told. “I now pronounce you Queen and King’s consort.” He announced with a smile on his face. Jongho pulled (Y/n) into his arms, 

“Why are you crying, my love?” He chuckled as he wiped away her tears. 

“I’m just happy.” She answered through her tears, hugging him tightly. He lifted her chin with his fingers, looking into his beautiful brown eyes, 

“Don’t cry, my love.” He smiled as he pressed a loving kiss to her lips. When they pulled away he pressed his forehead to hers, “My dragon queen,” He hummed out. 

“Dragon queen?” She questioned, pulling away from him slightly with a hint of confusion drawn on her face. 

“You have the heart of a human and the soul of a dragon.” He smiled at her, looking down at her calloused hands, “You care for humans and dragons equally and you’re not afraid to fly out with me to battle.” He raised her hand up to his lips, “My dragon queen.” He pressed a kiss to her knuckles. 

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Enigma (Bran Stark x Reader)

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Brandon/Bran Stark x Reader

Word Count: 2610

Warnings: Spoilers for season 8 of Game of Thrones, an aggressive drunken man

Request: Can u do a au reader and bran where he meets her during his travels through the kingdoms as their new king he feels intrigued about her because he cannot see anything related to her.. and how they help each other and eventually fall in love... @raveenasblog

A/N: This is such a cute idea! I hope you enjoyed! Also since it is set in Dorne, I would like to remind you that when I use the word “Prince” I am referring to the Lord/Lady of Dorne. In Westerosi history, since the Dornish kingdom had a different history with joining the rest of Westeros, they were allowed to keep the title of Prince instead of calling themselves Lords. It is not speaking in terms of lineage to the Westerosi throne. Okay, nerdy lesson over!

Finally, all the wars were over. The Night King was dead, and so was Cersei Lannister. In Dorne, your new Prince had been put in place and things were seeming to shape up nicely. After years of fear, fighting, and uprisings, you finally felt safe.

As the lands of Westeros were becoming safe once again, your new King announced that he would be touring all of the six kingdoms as well as the North. Despite the past problems between the throne and the southern kingdom of Dorne, you were anxious to meet the new King. He came from house Stark, an honorable house which you had never had a problem with. He had only been king less than a year, but you were sure that he had already done a better job than Cersei. You hated that dreadful woman. You blamed her for the death of Prince Oberyn Martell, and consequently the rebellion that erupted from the sand snakes that led to the murder of the rest of your governing family.

You brushed thoughts of her from your mind, focusing instead on the matter at hand. King Brandon Stark would be at the castle by late tomorrow morning. As a hired hand in Sunspear’s Old Palace this meant plenty of work for you, from sweeping the floors to making sure that every flower arrangement was situated perfectly. You were hosting a king after all; everything had to be absolutely perfect.

You rushed around the palace like a madwoman, furiously cleaning everything until it gleamed and shined. You worked until you thought your limbs might give out, working tirelessly until sundown when you were finally able to return to your quarters.

“Y/N,” called an elderly voice, making you turn to find the source.

“Yes?” You called out, your voice echoing in the empty hallway. An older woman stepped out of the shadows, one that you knew quite well. She was the head of all the other maids, having worked in the palace for most of her life. When you were a scared young girl in need of work, she was the one who had taken you under her wing. She secured you a job in the castle, and helped you hold onto it as power switched hands. 

“Nan!” You smiled, rushing over to give the woman a hug. She returned the hug, holding you tightly as she smiled fondly at the nickname you and the other girls had given her.

“Hello my dear,” she greeted you as you pulled away. 

“I haven’t seen you in forever,” you said, “thanks to these long hours preparing for King Brandon, I presume.” She sighed.

“Yes my dear, it doesn’t help that we always end up cleaning opposite ends of the castle,” she said with her warm smile that made you feel at home. “But I had to see you before the feast tomorrow.” Your face fell.

“About the feast,” you revealed, “I do not plan on attending.”

“What?” Screeched Nan, making you jump as the usually quiet woman raised her voice at you. “What do you mean you aren’t going? The Prince has even excused you from going as a server!”

“Yes, but-” You started, but Nan cut you off.

“No buts! You get to attend this feast as a single woman, and an attractive one at that. I am not letting you wiggle your way out of this.”

“I don’t think I’d fit in there,” you admitted. “I’m not so sure that I belong in the same room as a King and all the richest people in Dorne. I don’t even have anything to wear.” You gestured to the rags you wore, but as you turned back to Nan’s eyes she was smiling knowingly.

“That’s why I called out to you Y/N, I think I may have something that could help.”

You followed Nan to her chambers which were thankfully rather close to your own so you did not stray too far out of your way. There was a fire lit in the fireplace, illuminating the room in a soft, warm glow. You looked to the bed to only to find the most gorgeous dress that you had ever seen. You couldn’t help the gasp that came from your mouth.

“Nan,” you whispered. “It’s beautiful.”

“This is the dress I was wearing when I first met my dear late husband. At a feast not unlike this one, might I add.” Nan reminisced with a smile. “If you would accept, I would like you to wear it tomorrow evening.” You spun to face her, shocked.

“Pardon?”

“You are a beautiful girl Y/N, and you deserve a beautiful dress for such an occasion. You only meet the King once, after all. Besides, it wouldn’t be too bad to look stunning in front of Dorne’s wealthy when you are of marrying age.”

You blushed at Nan’s words, but you had to admit that you were excited at the prospect. The gown was absolutely perfect. It was covered in swirling patterns that captured the eye, the background fabric your favorite color. You knew that it would look just as nice on you as Nan promised. And she was right, after all. You were of marrying age. It wouldn’t hurt to get dressed up for potential suitors.

“I’ll wear it,” you agreed as Nan clasped her hands together excitedly before pushing the dress into your arms.

“Good luck then dearie,” she called, “seduce you a good one!”

You blushed at her forward words, gathering the dress in your arms before making your way to your own room. You had been dreading tomorrow night, deciding to keep to yourself in your room all night. Now, you couldn’t wait.

The next morning you woke up in a good mood. The sun streamed in through your window ad the birds chirped, making you feel as if you were living a fantasy. You took your time getting ready, preparing yourself for the King’s arrival. Once you were satisfied with your hair and outfit, you made your way down to where the rest of the palace was lining up. You had thought about wearing your new dress, but decided to save it for this evening alone.

As the carriages passed, you craned your neck to see a glimpse of the royal party but to no avail. Anybody of any real importance seemed to all have their windows darkened or their curtains drawn shut. All except for Bran, that was. As he passed you could see him clearly. His eyes locked onto yours, and you felt a smile come to your face. He gave you a small smile back as he carriage proceeded towards the castle. Although it was only for a moment, something about the way he looked at you took your breath away.

You shook the feeling, not allowing yourself to think about Bran that way. He was the King, and you were a lowly servant girl in Dorne. He just happened to meet your eyes was all, as he surely did to countless people trying to catch a glimpse of him.

You eagerly awaited the start of the feast, changing into the dress that Nan had given you. It looked even more beautiful on you. It hugged your body in the right places, but it was still modest. You weren’t that desperate. When it was finally time you strolled through the hallways towards the banquet room with a smile, trying to forget how you hoped to see the King again. See his soft brown eyes, his dark hair that you just wanted to run your hands through.

After you entered, you wandered aimlessly. You never went to these kinds of parties; the only times you did were as a server or a maid. This meant that you knew nobody, and the longer you were there, the more you wanted to leave. This had been your fear, and it was coming true. 

“Good evening Gorgeous,” came a deep voice from your left. You turned to face the Lord, smiling brightly.

“Good evening,” you replied.

“I don’t think I’ve met you before,” he flirted, handing you a glass of wine. 

“My name is Y/N L/N,” you told him as you took a sip of the drink.

“It’s nice to meet you, your name is just as beautiful as you are.” Your cheeks dusted crimson, smiling at him. He told you his name as well, revealing to you that he had made quite a fortune in buying and selling ships. If he was trying to impress you, it sure was working.

You talked to the man for what felt like an hour, but it surely couldn’t have been that long. You stopped drinking after your second glass, always drinking slowly to avoid becoming too intoxicated. This man did not do the same, drinking glass after glass as if it were just water. He quickly became drunk, becoming much more handsy as he drank more. At first it was tolerable, a light touch on the arm. However, he continued to drink and he continued to become more inappropriate. His hands would wander to your waist, and when he asked you to dance his hands would wander lower as you swayed. You kept moving his hands back up, but every time they strayed lower again and again. Agitated, you tried to excuse yourself from the conversation.

“What?” Yelled the man in a drunken rage. “Am I not good enough for you?” You froze as others turned to look at you.

“No, that’s not the case. I’m just going to go grab some-” You said, trying to lie before you were interrupted by the drunk Lord.

“You damn whore! You can’t lie to save your life.” He started stalking towards you as you backed up in fear. “Come back here, you cunt!”

“Excuse me, my Lord,” came a voice from behind you. You were startled, jumping aside wide-eyed. Even more startling to you was that as you turned towards the voice, you saw King Brandon Stark looking towards the Lord who had been causing you trouble. “Is there an issue over here?”

“Yes,” spat the Lord. “This dumb cunt has been leading me on all night, and now she thinks that she can just walk away from me.”

You looked towards King Bran with wide, scared eyes, too afraid to tell him the truth.

“I see,” said the King. The Lord smirked, thinking that he had gotten his way. The smirk was quickly wiped from his face as the King continued, “you are excused from the feast.”

“What?” Yelled the Lord in shock. “What did you just tell me? You can’t say that!”

“As King, I believe that I am allowed to say that. At my own feast, no less.” As the man looked ready to argue more, King Bran continued calmly. “Guards,” he said. You always expected people to yell for their guards, but he asked for them the same way you would expect him to greet anyone. They quickly came to his aid, whisking the other man away.

“Are you alright, my Lady?” Asked the King as he turned his full attention to you.

“I think I am now. Thank you, your Majesty,” you said with a curtsy. “But I am no Lady.”

“Then who are you?” Asked the King. You were just shocked that he was still talking to you.

“Y/N L/N, I’m just a servant who was allowed to attend as a guest,” you said, embarrassed.

“Would you like to join me out on the balcony?” Asked Bran, making your eyes widen and your eyebrows raise.

“I’m sorry?” You asked, not sure that you heard him right.

“I would like to look out over the sea from the balcony, and I wanted to know if you would accompany me.” If you weren’t mistaken, you could have sworn that you saw a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“I would love to, your Majesty.”

“Please,” said Bran as you followed him towards the door. “If I am to call you Y/N, then you can just call me Bran.” You blushed, thankful that he was in front of you and couldn’t see it.

The two of you made your way to the privacy of the balcony, Bran closing the door behind you. 

“I appreciate everything you’ve done,” you said, “ I really do. But I have to ask, why did you help me?”

Bran looked at you with an expression that almost looked cocky, playful.

“Can I not come to the aid of a beautiful woman?” He said, making your cheeks take on a pink hue. Noticing that you weren’t going to take that as a final answer, he continued. “Have you ever heard of Greensight?”

You nodded your head.

“Why? Doesn’t it mean having the ability to read minds or something?” You felt a bit of panic rise in you at the thought that he might have it. You really didn’t want him hearing all the thoughts you’ve been having about him. Especially about how much you liked the way he looked.

Bran chuckled at your words.

“Close,” he said. “It means that a Greenseer can see into the past, and sometimes future, or anybody they would like. I am asking because I have it.” You cocked your head in confusion.

“I still don’t understand why you are helping me.” You froze. “Do I die soon or something and you pity me?”

Bran laughed at your words, and you could’t help but giggle back. He normally seemed so calm and serious, but seeing him laugh carefree made him look even more attractive to you. 

“So I guess that’s not it,” you smile.

“No, not quite,” replied Bran as he returned your smile. “You see, the thing is that I can’t see anything for you.”

“What?” You sputtered, shocked.

“I can’t see anything in your past, nor your future. It is as if there is a wall put up between us, blocking any information. I have to admit, it’s rather intriguing. You’re an enigma.”

“I’m a what?” You said, cocking your head. Bran smiled.

“An enigma. You’re like a puzzle.” You blushed as Bran continued to look at you with his beautiful brown eyes. “I’d like to figure you out.” Now you were definitely blushing.

“What do you mean?” You asked him shyly.

“I want you to come back to King’s Landing with me,” he revealed and your jaw dropped. “I’d like to spend more time with you. I’ve never met somebody that I couldn’t read.”

Despite the suddenness of the situation, it somehow felt right. You felt something drawing you to Bran, and not just because he was King. Something made you want to be with him, stay near him.

“I will return with you,” you agreed. “But on one condition.”

“Anything, Darling.” You had to push down the giddiness in your body at the nickname he used for you before continuing.

“I’m not cleaning the Red Keep.”

Bran laughed again.

“Y/N, my dear, I think you’ve got the wrong idea. You’re returning as my guest.” You blushed harder and harder every time Bran spoke. “My enigma.”

“I have to warn you though,” you stated, “I don’t do well on the water.”

“At least you don’t roll back and forth with the waves.”

You burst out into laughter at Bran’s words, picturing his chair rolling back and forth.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered between fits of giggles. “I don’t mean to laugh at you.”

“It was a joke Y/N, you’re supposed to laugh.” He responded warmly. You could get used to banter like this.

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this. Maybe I’ll write a part 2 sometime, as I guess I didn’t completely flesh out the request. I would like to pick up with them in the Red Keep sometime! How about after 100 notes? Or maybe just some requests if you guys have any ideas about how it could go!

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Blood Colors - Chapter 14

-Masterlist

Pairing: Roan x Reader

Warnings: None

A/n: It’s been a long while, but here we are. Little bit of a filler chapter

Previous Chapter

Chapter 1

You sit up suddenly from the bed where you had fallen asleep not remembering the rousing thought that brought you out of your sleep but still feeling the panic of it. Roan is nowhere to be seen, you cringe at the thought that people will talk the moment you walk out of the King’s room after leaving your quarters vacated for the night. The blanket and ruffled cushions on the couch in the corner gives you the idea that Roan had avoided the bed altogether, not add to your embarrassment further. You linger in the room afraid to step out in the hallway and honestly knowing you won't be able to look Roan in the eyes. This could cost him, and it was all because of your carelessness.

A little ashamed, you walked to the only other place you could think Roan would be, ready to apologize. Roan was in the throne room as you expected with Echo, clearly in a heated discussion. "There you are," Roan said, seemingly glad to find a distraction from the argument.

"Am I interrupting?" All thought of your earlier embarrassment forgotten

"Well, it depends-" Echo started but was quickly interrupted by Roan.

"Echo, I have heard enough," Roan spoke firmly, Echo quickly shutting up despite the discontent on her face.

"What's going on?" You asked.

"I need you to accompany me on a small outride,"

"An outride?" You questioned, seriously amused. "What's next? Picnic in the meadows?" Roan wasn't too happy with your sarcasm. "What?"

"Meet me in the stables in an hour." Roan left.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed" You huffed when Roan had gone.

"Maybe because someone else was sleeping in it?" Echo suggested almost innocently.

You only gave her a meaningful glare.

Finally, after quite the wait you spotted Roan in the courtyard heading towards the stables. Peculiarly, four horses had been saddled but you dismissed it as being for guards until you saw the young women walking beside the King. She was clearly Azgeda with her facial markings on her brow bones and temples, an elegant pattern that drifted of into her shaven sides as far back as her ears. The top of her hair was braided into an intricate tangle of hair that hanged over her shoulder. Her fine fair face gave nothing away by the nature of her talent except for the twin swords that hanged at her sides, you could be sure they were not just for show.

"Nymph, this is (y/n), a warrior from my guard."Roan introduced. "(Y/n) this is the lady Nymph, her father is the Lord Gaz who sits on my war council." You simply nodded and watched trying to figure out what this was and what she was of Roan. When the introductions had finished, you all clambered into the saddle.

The fourth horse was saddled for the man who seemed to be the lady's guard-man, but you both regarded each other with a wary glance as you fell in beside each other, giving some distance to the two.

Your mouth had gone tight, you knew exactly what this was and it almost angered you to the core. Roan had asked you to be his chaperone, his baby sitter while he went on a play date with whoever this chick was. There was a sort of acquaintance between the two that was furthermore infuriating and then there was the matter of casual conversation with giggles and laughter that irked you to no end.

You were set on edge, your stomach had a constant flutter of nervousness, you still had Aleksondria to deal with. But it was more than that, looking at Roan and this Nymph it stirred something you've felt when watched those men burn, heartsore was the only way to describe what you felt. It had to have been only because this might mean the King's attention would be divided, like now.

Thankfully, Roan kept the route short. But you had some words to share with him and your mind was running over how you would say it. You watched Roan say goodbye and then he motioned for you to follow him which you did. Echo was waiting for you in Roan's chambers when you returned.

"Say it and be done with it." Roan bode you both.

"We have much more important matters to tackle, matters pertaining to your life, what are you trying to accomplish? Trying to find someone you can hump at night?" You stated. Echo couldn't help but snort and maybe you were a little harsh.

"I know this was untimely, in truth I had set this date long ago and unfortunately I had forgotten to change it. My claim to the throne is weak which means I need to secure it with a queen by my side and an heir. You know this. I thought at least I'd have your respect and helpful input in the matter."

"I understand this is part of your royal duties or whatever but don't you think we should first ensure that you stay alive and we can only do this if we do something about Aleksondria." You tried to keep your anger in check.

"She has a point, Roan." Echo agreed.

"Which is why we will discuss it after this argument. Unfortunately, this will continue for six more days." Roan said

"Six days?"You were shocked.

"Five suitors for five days, plus the betrothal ceremony. That's Azgeda tradition." Echo added.

Silence followed as you processed this, clearly angry as you swiped your tongue across your teeth and took a deep breath to contain your anger.

"Fine. What is to be done about Aleksondria?"

"We have to watch her, we need her to make a mistake before we can convict her of anything otherwise the court will question my decision if I punish or execute her," Roan answered. "That's not the worst of it." Roan said and plucked a letter from the table "This came early in the morning, he should be almost here by now." He handed you the letter as you tried to read on his face who 'he' was.

Though significantly injured, I survived and I am ready to return to court.  You scanned the letter and then almost dreaded looking at the signature. ' Nire.'  

"I bashed open his skull, how could he still be alive?"

"We don't know. Because he was nobleman we had to send his body back to his family, someone must have discovered he was still breathing." Roan said. You lean on the closest thing to you, the chair to the desk, you wish you had checked if he had a pulse. "At most, he's a day out, we will be receiving him by tomorrow morning and he will answer for his crimes."

"He knows he will be confronted about what he did, punished for what he did, why would he come back? Unless he has some ulterior motive." Echo pointed out.

"Meaning that if we accuse him, we would be playing right into his hands." You sighed, glancing at both Roan and Echo.

"It would be better, in that case, to hold off on it, at least until we know." Roan agreed.

"In other matters, I need you to please entertain Lady Nymph, show her the castle, maybe venture into town with her," Roan asked. You were about to protest when Roan cut you off just as you opened your mouth. "I need your opinion of her." You nodded, you turned on your heel to leave. "Echo, I have an errand for you." You heard him say as you left.

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"King Roan takes pride in his men and he had every right to, they are some of the best and fearless fighters." You said as you overlooked the courtyard.

"Em jos chich op emo sleng. (She only speaks their language)." Nymph's guard noted.

"Ai sen klin yo (I understand you)." You pointed out before the lady Nymph can answer, he looked a little shocked.

"We shouldn't be so judgmental after all Jus Gona was first Skaikru." The Lady Nymph came to your defence as the man in her service clamped his mouth tight and glared at you. "Jus Gona, I would love to visit the village, I'll meet you at the gate."

"Lady Nymph, I know the king suggested it but I would advise against it, the unrest since the battle has been brewing." You explained. The last thing you would want is to be caught in a sticky situation.

"Are you suggesting that I can't do my job?" The guard asked, clearly this one didn't like you.

"No, I just-"

"The Jus Gona just means that she would need extra help, it is as dangerous as she suggests and we must all be extra careful." A voice said from behind you in an accent you couldn't quite place. You turned to face the man who had spoken, a little lost for words.

"Good, then we shall meet you at the gate after lunch." The lady Nymph said.

"Who the hell are you?" You questioned when they had gone.

"Cedree, Echo's second." He offered you.

"Where's Echo then?"

"Well I would say, right there," He glanced past you over your shoulder, you turned and saw Echo saddling her horse.

You walked closer at a brisk pace, "Where the hell are you going?" She was clearly dressed to leave, a thick cloak about her shoulders and fully stuffed saddlebags. Echo gave you a distasteful look and continued to tighten the girth.

"None of your business, Jus Gona." When she was done she climbed into the saddle.

"So I'm just supposed to deal with this whole situation on my own."

"Well, you could ask me." A voice said from behind you. You glanced behind you, Cedree had, of course, followed you.

"There you have it."

"What? No, Echo you can't just-" But she was trotting away before you could finish your sentence.

"So what exactly is the situation we are dealing with?" He questioned, you turned to him.

"You don't sound Azgeda." You observed

"You don't either." It was a fair point. He flashed an annoying smile again when you didn't respond.

"Wipe that stupid thing off your face."

"This is my normal face." He answered.

"Why did you do that earlier?"

"Whatever Lady Nymph wants, we need to grant it to her." You clearly weren't at all persuaded by that. "Believe me, Jus Hainofi, you don't want to make an enemy of her."

"Fine. I have some things to do before we leave." You turned to walk away, but Cedree was quick to grab your elbow.

"Not so fast, sweetheart, I'll need some sort of favour in return."

"What do you mean 'favour'?" You asked, he shrugged his shoulders.

"Don't worry, it won't be murder or anything." You couldn't read through his cocky grin but you accepted anyway, your brain already set on your next task.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You had an hour or so before you had to be at the gate, which means you had ample time to find Izobel. You should have searched for her long ago to apologise but your shame mixed with the fear was enough to drive you to complete avoidance, to your luck, she had not returned since that night when you had so Royaly screwed everything.

Despite the time that you had spent trying to research the marks on your back, you were still not clued up.

You had asked around for Izobel but no one seemed to know where she was, or if she had left, the only thing you could find out was where here living quatres is or was, you would find out soon. The Servant's living quatres were behind the palace in its own little structure and when you reached the door with the symbol you had written down, you knocked. You waited but no one answered, and knocked again but there was still no reply. So you tried to take the initiative, you pulled on the door handle, expecting it to be locked but it twisted easily the door sliding open. The first thing that hit you was the smell and you gagged, you knew this smell, it was death. Covering your mouth you didn't feel the need to call for Izobel, hidden behind the bed, was the body.

Flies were everywhere, and the body was an unnatural red, the stomach bloated. She was almost not recognisable but you could make out some main features. Well, you had found her, just not maybe in this exact state. The floor beneath her was spattered with blood, you doubted that this was an accident.

You told Roan about it immediately when you went back to the Palace, finding him in his rooms as always. "How did you know to look for her?" Was the first thing he asked.

"We had a little argument. She saw the marking son my back and wanted to tell someone, I, on the other hand, did not want her to tell anyone because I still don't know what it means." Roan nodded.

"Let's talk about it later tonight, I'll send someone to clean up this mess but I'm thinking she told someone and they didn't want to get out so they killed her. We need to keep this to ourselves tonight."

"One last thing, can I trust Cedree?" You asked.

"Echo's second. Echo chose him for a reason, don't underestimate him, he can be a powerful ally although his not much liked by others due to him not being born Azgeda." Roan said, you nodded and left.

When you reached the gate Cedree was already waiting. "What? Were you napping?" He questioned.

"I'm not late." You scoffed.

"You're not on time." He pointed out and you simply rolled your eyes. This was going to be one long stroll. Your responsibilities arrived not long after and without much delay you went on your way. Cedree was a good guide, he pointed out some things worth noting while you kept silent and kept your eyes on the streets. Lady Nymph took her time to browse through the selections that the vendors had while Cedree helped her in her decisions.

"Ai nou wich in you (I don't trust you)." Her guard whispered to you.

"Ai nou gifa in (I don't care)." You answered pacing along slowly. as you watched the street, people were beginning to stare.

It was almost like you first few days in Redak when a group of people came to stand closer and the first thing that Lady Nymph's dumbass guards did was draw his sword "Set raun weron yu ste kamp (Stay where you are)!" He said stepping closer to his charge.

"Mokswoma, chil yu daun (Worm, stand down)!" You snapped at him.

"Osir gaf em Fraga (We want the murderer)." One of the men in the crowd said. The mood had shifted since the idiot had drawn his sword.

"You protect her, let me deal with this," Cedree said, curious to see him at work you allowed it. "Dison laik fok op. Chil yu duan. (This is a mistake. Stand down.)" Cedree announced.

"Veida! Fraga! Notrona! Frag emo op. (Invaders! Murderer! Traitors! Kill them.)" The leader announced. They started charging, there must have been about ten to fifteen people as you stuck close to your charge.

Cedree was a quick mover slicing through the people who came to close, barley a few slipped past who you could easily takedown. What you didn't expect was the Vendor to step forward from behind her stall, knife in hand, Nymph's guard was her first target and when she cam for Nymph you ripped her out of the way and killed the woman. Nymph cried out for the man her service but you didn't have time to tend to him as he choked on his own blood, instead you focused on the two men running to you, you parried one attack killed the other and before you could strike down the man remaining Cedree stapped him through the head." You could feel the droplets of blood spray onto your face as he collapsed.  

"We need to get her safely back before it inspires any more treason." The streets were empty now, everyone had fled the scene not wanting to be caught up in the battle but you had no doubt more people were lurking in alleyways waiting to attack.

"We can't just leave him," Nymph said.

"He's dead." You said roughly grabbing her by the shoulder, you didn't have time to lay it to her gently as you hauled her along when you started through the streets back.

Noticing the chaos you were soon accompanied by guards back to the palace, and the way back went smoother with the extra company.

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Loki Laufeyson x Reader ~ Rest Assured [Pt.6]

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“What’s the matter,” Wanda asks from behind the black-haired god. 

“I am unable to break this spell alone. Another spell-caster is required.”

“What do you mean you need someone else? Can’t you and Queen Frigga do it together?”

Clint squints at Loki with skepticism. Though Loki may have another agenda other than taking over and terrorizing innocents, the archer still treads with caution around him since Loki is the only person to successfully interpret a small portion of the jinxed door, so there is no other person who can call him out for lying. Plus, Clint is unhappy with his luck for receiving the first shift with the trickster god.

“These doors are locked with a variety of spells, but only half of them are recognizable since I was the one who taught (Y/n) the incantations. The other half is some sort of light-based magic. I have never seen anything like it, but the formations are very specific and individual depending on the spell, that much I can guess. As with most sorcery, I assume there is also some form of signature embedded within the spells that serves as the caster’s identification.”

“Well,” Pietro concludes, exhaling audibly, “looks like you need to figure it out then.”

The three Avengers lean against the wall opposite to the doors as they listen to Loki’s explanation as to why he cannot simply ‘figure it out’ as Pietro commented.

“I would venture to continue this discussion, but that would be a waste of valuable time standing around and idly chattering about subjects mere mortals such as yourselves would never understand.”

“You wanna take a stab at this, Maximoff,” Clint offers. “Maybe there’s something there you recognize.”

“There is no point in her trying, archer. (Y/n)’s knowledge in the different types of sorcery was acquired long before your existence.”

“He has a point,” the brunette points out. “Besides, I know nothing about magic. My powers are psionic-related and telepathy.”

“Ugh, fineee. I know what Cap said about three of us watching Loki at all times, but his mother is here, so you two watch him while I go gather some information.”

“Barton, why are you here and not watching Loki like you’re supposed to!”

Without any warning, a pillow comes flying across the room and hits the archer in the face with a satisfying thump, startling the man enough to trigger his reflexes, along with eliciting a shriek of panic. Quick hands reach for an arrow from the quiver on his back, only to cut his fingers along the sharpened edges of the vanes, causing Clint to drop his bow so that he now freed hand can grasp the injured digits.

“Nice. I can’t believe Fury hired you as one of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s top agents.”

“And I can’t believe that I recruited such a mean person. Was the pillow really necessary?”

Shrugging while sporting a triumphant smirk, Natasha slides off the silken sheets of her bed and waltzes over to her friend to inspect the damage. Only a tiny trickle of blood escapes the minuscule tear in the archer’s flesh, so she ignores his whining to return to the comforts of the pillow-covered mattress.

“Why are you here, Barton? Steve isn’t going to be happy when he finds out you left your post.”

“If he finds out, Nat. If. And I’m here to get your opinion on something.”

“Go on.”

Soft scratching noises echo in the room as Natasha files her nails. One of her temporary partners for the trip, James Rhodes, shuffles around the room aimlessly while to two agents converse about the recent events that had taken place. A stone bust catches the colonel’s attention, but upon inching closer to inspect the sculpture, his foot accidentally kicks the gold pedestal.

“Hey, hey! Be careful,” Clint all but screams at Rhodes. “Who knows how these guys will make us pay for that if you break it!”

“Please proceed with caution. That sculpture is one of three in existence.” If not for his warning, Thor’s heavy footfalls announces his entrance as he strolls into the room. “You nearly demolished my grandfather.”

Wincing visibly, Rhodes backs away from the bust and opts to sit on a carved wooden chest that sits at the foot of his mattress instead. 

“As I was saying,” Natasha clears her throat before continuing her argument, “I don’t know if Fury even knows about any activity to begin with. I mean, it’s possible for a few people possessing magical abilities to be in the S.H.I.E.L.D. database, but that would require us to physically be present to look through all the files.”

“Why must you search for masters of sorcery when my mother and brother are ones themselves?”

“Because Loki needs a very specific person to unlock that door. He said that (Y/n) learned magic from a lot of different people, so there has to be some way to contact all her teachers.”

All eyes focus on the God of Thunder as the man in question rests a hand on his chin, stroking the strands of hair on his beard while thinking over the statement. As far as Thor knows, (Y/n) had left to seek apprenticeship from over a dozen times during her lifetime, but he was never very close to the young sorceress in their youth, so his knowledge of her travels is limited to gossip and brief exchanges he heard between Frigga and Loki. If there were any tangible records of her journeys and experiences, it would be kept in journals in her chambers, which is currently the issue at hand.

“I have no knowledge of any of her instructors. (Y/n) and I were quite distant as children. It was only after her marriage to Loki that we started getting acquainted with each other, but we still remain distant to this day.”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait…You mean to tell mean that this (Y/n) person is Loki’s wife?! That’s why we’re here? To let Reindeer Games see his wife?”

“Yes. I thought you knew this.”

“Though the wording used during the meeting did not directly state this,” Vision states as he phases through the golden walls, ”I do believe that many of the Avengers have at least gathered that (Y/n) holds a significant importance in Loki’s life.”

“Which is why I ask you to please do whatever you can to help my brother. Though he can be quite ill-mannered, Loki does have another side. One that shows kindness. In time, he may reveal his true self around us all, but I know very well that (Y/n) brings out the best in him.”

It takes a lot of convincing from Natasha, but Clint eventually agrees to bring up the newfound information to Steve, who scolds the archer at first for leaving the twins— despite Frigga being there with them. The super soldier works with Thor to modify a new plan to accommodate the time differences before bringing in the rest of the team for briefing. 

Surprisingly, Odin remains level-headed when the news reaches his ears, however, the AllFather denies the Avengers’ request to immediately return to Midgard. Instead, he suggests a much more simple plan— one that does not involve a blind search for possible magic teachers— that neither they nor his son thought about: Heimdall.

“The man you seek, he is heavily concealed by magic. His exact location is proving difficult even for me to determine.”

“How is that possible,” Thor demands.

“I may be all-seeing and all-hearing, My Prince, but there is little I can do when such powerful sorcery is involved.”

Seeing as the God of Thunder is losing his patience, Natasha steps in to speak to the gatekeeper. She words her questions carefully, trying to pull as many details as possible from his obscure answers.

“Wait,” Heimdall announces suddenly, his gold eyes widening in surprise. “I believe I just saw a glimpse of the destination you seek.”

Quickly pulling out a small pad of paper and a pen, the Russian spy hastily jots down the series of numbers and letters Heimdall reads out. The address is nowhere near complete, but it is more than enough for Natasha. With the bits of information, Natasha can simply input the partial address into a computer and let the Internet’s autocomplete do the rest of the work.

“Let’s go, Thor!”

Clint returns to his previous location before Loki’s chambers bearing news for the Maximoff twins, Frigga, and Loki to hear. He wants to withhold the information from the God of Mischief, but the possible consequences outweigh the satisfaction of witnessing Loki’s unrelenting frustration over a hexed door.

“Alright, listen up, kids, ‘cuz I’m not saying this again.” Glancing over at the Asgardian queen with a moment of realization, the archer apologizes for his wording before continuing with his announcement. “Natasha and Thor are leaving to make a quick visit on Earth, so because of that, Stark’s group will be the one to take over after our shift. If they’re not back by the time Stark’s shift ends, we’ll have to come back and fill in until then. Cap will take an extra shift if Nat and Thor are still gone by the morning. I don’t like this anymore than you do, but hopefully everything runs quickly and smoothly. Any questions?”

“And where exactly are they going,” Loki inquires wryly, his tolerance for his current group of guards diminishing by the minute.

“177A Bleecker Street, New York City, New York.”

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Targets On Our Backs - Part 5

Fair warning: It gets a bit bloody towards the end.

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My husband and Lord Barth discussed in our chambers, I was there. They say, he is going crazy from fear, due to a failed attack. I think it is very much possible.

“I will kill him.” Hvitserk shook his head, still not used to hearing this from you. He tapped his fingers against the table, the sound of it aggravating you. “I don’t think you’ll get a chance. Ivar will be faster.” “No, he won’t. I won’t let him.” Hvitserk scoffed. “Yeah, sure. I somehow doubt he’ll listen to you.” “He will have to.” You paced through the map room, from the door to the window, and back. Hvitserks fingers tapped faster now and you couldn’t stand it anymore. With long steps, you strode over and slapped a hand over his, effectively stilling the motion. “Stop that.” 

His eyes were big, surprise and a smidge of dread in them. “I still don’t think Ivar will give you a choice. He is unpredictable and wild; you can’t control him.” “I don’t need to control him, Hvitserk. I just need him to hold back.” Hvitserk stood up now, the chair making a horrible ruckus as he moved it back. “That’s exactly what I’ve been telling you since you arrived here, Y/N! He can’t hold back. He needs it, the blood! He is a murdering bastard of a man, how can you-” “Hvitserk!” “No, you need to listen to me-” You had enough. You straightened up and pushed him hard enough to make him step back. “No, you need to listen. My brother tormented me for years. He sold me to a viking, a barbarian, who most likely would use me and then throw away, or so he thought. He was willing to give me to a monster, just to save his own skin. He let his men say about me whatever they wanted, he even silently encouraged them. He hurt my best friend. He tried to kill my husband. He killed my first child, in my womb. It didn’t even get to receive a name!” You poked his chest, repeatedly. Your voice echoed through the room and you were sure you’d be heard outside as well. “He sent an assassin to try and kill my child, again, and he almost succeeded. He still tormends me, he still does not consider me a threat. Edgard will realize his mistake. I am his worst nightmare, and he will regret every decision he ever made in his worthless, pathetic life, up to that moment.” You lowered your voice and took a step back. “This is personal. Killing him will be the only closure I am able to have, and I will get it. Ivar knows that. He understands, which is exactly why he’s not going to kill him.” Hvitserk stared at you, taken aback and speechless, as you left the room.

Ivar was talking to a messenger, when you entered the Great Hall. Ragnar sat in his lap, one hand clutched around a braid that was falling over his father’s shoulder. When he saw you, he gargled happily and reached towards you with the other. “Can we be sure?” “Yes, my King.” Ivar nodded, and the messenger left, after presenting you a quick, respectful bow. “Hvitserk finally annoyed you enough to snap at him, it seems?” You sat down with a groan and stroked over your sons fluffy head. “You heard?” “Not word for word. But I do recognize your angry voice.” He moved his hand from your child's belly to poke his cheek and smiled softly, when Ragnar leaned to the side, giggling loudly. “What did he say?” If you told him, he’d probably get angry and come up with some elaborate plan to potentially hurt Hvitserk. On the other hand, he won’t stop asking, you knew your husband well enough. “Oh, same old. You’re a monster and I am a dainty flower.” “He is delirious, if he still thinks you are harmless.” He looked at the top of your throne. “You have a falcon, for Odins sake!” Eitr was sitting on the top of your seat, her talons leaving marks in the wood. At Ivar’s words, she looked at him, before letting out a raw coo and flapped her wings. Sometimes you thought she understood too much, for an animal. “He just wants to believe I am still innocent and sweet.” Ivar managed to keep his voice light, even when his smirk betrayed him. “We both know you’re far from innocent, wife. Have been for long now.” “We also both know, that you haven’t been that experienced as everyone thinks, husband.” “Y/N. you wound me.” “You like it, don’t play the victim.” Ragnar pulled at Ivars fingers with his tiny ones and kicked his legs, struggling against his father’s restricting hands. With a sigh, you stood up and took him, just to set him down into the furs again. Immediately, he was burrowing his hands happily into the softness, letting out a high squee. “He is so uncomplicated, he doesn’t have that from either of us.” “Are you saying I’m complicated?” Your husband’s voice sounded offended as could be, he even dared to look the part. “It took you almost a year to admit you actually like me, you goose.” With an eye on your son, you leaned closer to Ivar. “What did the messenger want?” “Oh. They have found a boat at the coast and what seems like a camp base. Big enough to house at least 5 people. It’s on the other side of the mountain, about a day’s ride away. We will have to go take a look, but we can assume it’s your brothers.” At least 5 people. You fixed your eyes on Ragnar, a dark mood creeping through the hall. Eitr felt it and started to fuss, flapping her wings and letting out small noises. “Where are the other 4 then?” “Bjorn and Ubbe are out looking for them.” You nodded. Good. If they were found, you’d have proper proof and plausible cause to attack your brothers holdings. “I want them found and brought in. No one is to hurt them, until I get to them.” Even Ivar was surprised at the coldness of your whole demeanor, but nodded and gestured a guard to deliver a message.

You’ve been hovering over your son the entire day, waiting for your brothers men to strike. Gala and Bree were by your side, Bree reading another letter from Aethel, a little status update, if you will, and Gala was sorting through furs and sheets. It was getting colder, and you didn’t want the more poorer inhabitants of Kattegat to freeze at night. In your years in Kattegat, you have accumulated a many furs, you couldn’t even hope to use them all in one winter. “Gala, the big, black one can go as well. I saw a pregnant woman in the market the other day, she didn’t seem like she has enough warm clothes.” Gala nodded, and placed the fur on the assigned pile. “When will we distribute them?” “Just this afternoon, when Bjorn is back.” You turned to Bree. “I’ll leave Ragnar with the both of you, I don’t want him to be too exposed. Ivar has a meeting, and I don’t know where Ubbe will be.” “What about Hvitserk?”, Gala asked. You turned to her, a slight smirk on your lips. “I am sure, he’ll be found strolling around Kattegat as well, dear.” Gala smiled, and went back to her work, now humming a song under her breath. Bree and you grinned at each other, knowing too well how Gala felt.

The door opened, and Bjorn’s tall figure stepped in. “There you are.” Waving at you and Gala, he strode over to where Bree was seated in a chair. She looked up at him and her face lit up in a split second, as he placed his hands on the armrests and pressed a sweet kiss to her lips. “I missed you.” “Mhm.” Bree pulled him back onto her lips with a giggle. You simply shook your head, but when you saw Galas embarrassed read face, your cleared your throat. “There are easily impressionable children in attendance, you know?” Bjorn turned his head and looked you over. “I didn’t know you were still a child.” Bree slapped his chest with the back of her hand. “Stop it.” He stopped her hand and lightly bit her palm. “Never.” “That’s it.” You threw a pillow at the both of them. “You two are disgustingly cute, would you please stop?” The eldest Ragnarsson straightened and leaned back onto the table, arms crossed in front of his chest. “We found the campsite. But there was no sign of life, they seem to have abandoned it.” “But the boat was still there?” You could see Gala halt in her movements, as you asked this. “Yes. They are still around.” “Y/N.” Concern was etched into your friends face. “Will it be safe to go around? Maybe we should let the guards distribute the furs.” “I refuse to let a bunch of bastards keep me from my duties.” You went over to her, stroking her hair back and assuring her: “We’ll be in company. Hvitserk is surely more than willing to join us. And I’ll leave Ragnar in good hands, he’ll be even safer.” Bree nodded, serious and tense in face of the news. “We won’t let him out of our sight.” Even though Bjorn didn’t know about this, he still agreed without hesitating. Gala seemed a little less concerned, but not calm. “I’ll bring my dagger and knives, just in case.” That didn’t seem to help, for some reason.

Hvitserk did indeed agree to join you, even tho he was definitely falling back and kept walking by Galas side, stealthily pushing the other market goers away, when they came too close for his taste. Your friend had a healthy color to her face, which you did not attribute to the cold. The pregnant lady was seated at her stand, wrapped in thin fabrics and looking as if she just barely managed not to shake. “Gala, come.” You could see the woman’s eyes grow big, when she realized you were on your way over. Hastily, she got up, supporting her big belly with a hand. Quickly, you went behind the table to help. “No, please, take a seat. I am just bringing some furs for you.” “But, my Queen-”

“Ah.” You raised a hand, silencing her. “I saw you the other day, you seemed cold. It is getting colder every night and I wouldn’t want anyone to freeze.” Gala reached over and handed you the black fur. Thanking her, you unfolded it and tucked it around the flimsily covered shoulders. “What’s your name?” “Dagheid, my Queen.” She was still watching you in amazement. You flattened the fur and smiled at her. “Those furs are a present. I will be mightily insulted, if you’d wish to refuse them.” Dagheids hand came up in a flurry, her head shaking as well. “No, my Queen, I wouldn’t dream of it.” “I am glad, then.” You took her hands and held them between yours. “If you know of anyone else who’s suffering in this cold, be sure to send them to me. I am sure, I’ll be able to resolve the problem.” Dagheid nodded. “I will. Thank you, my Queen.” Gala laid two more furs into her lap, when you gestured to her. Dagheid didn’t seem to know what to say, so she simply bowed her head in gratitude. You made your round through Kattegat, distributing furs and listening to the peoples worries. Just when you were talking to an elderly man with a bad cough, promising him to send a physician over with a remedy, Hvitserk stepped closer and lowered his voice to a murmur. “We’re being followed, Princess.” A slight turn of your head towards him indicated that you heard him. “Tall, short dark hair, face like a babies butt.” He scoffed. “Whoever it is your brother sent, they do not know how to blend in.” You nodded, said your goodbye to the elderly and started walking back towards the Great Hall. Hvitserk kept behind you, a hand to Galas back, who looked scared out of her wits and walked at a brisk pace, shoulders pulled up and hunched over. He pulled her closer and whispered into her ear, whereupon she tried to relax her stance. When your name was called, you closed your eyes for a split moment and prayed to Freyja. Hvitserk whirled around, sword drawn already, and stepped in front of you and Gala. Said baby-faced man stood behind you, face filled with fury and a dagger in his hand. It seemed a ridiculous to you. Who in their right mind would attack you, when you were so obviously in company of a Ragnarsson? Especially when they seemed to be sneaky enough to worm their way into a Kings bedchambers? Ice-cold fear gripped you, when realization hit you. Now you were so very glad, that Eitr had stayed back with your son. “It’s a diversion.” Hvitserk nodded, eyes on the attacker, but still scouting the surroundings. A noise behind you made you twist around, barely managing to avoid the blade coming towards you. Hvitserk cursed, pulled his axe and threw it, splitting one attackers head, before he came around and blocked another blow meant to impale your heart, with his sword.

“Run.” He didn’t need to say that twice. Grabbing Galas hand, you started running. Just when you thought you were in the clear, a broad chest stopped you. Gala let out a scream, as you almost fell to the floor. “Look who we have here.” You looked up at the man before you, his scarred face and his grim smile. “How kind of you to run into my arms like that. Definitely makes my job easier.” One big paw of his came up to your neck and held you, giving you little room to watch your surroundings, or even just look at Gala. “Gala, run.” The poor terrified girl stood there, trembling all over, but she still dared to object. “But-” “I said run.” The man before you didn’t seem to be in a hurry, which placated you, in a way. Maybe you could find a way to stop this. When she still did not move, you raised your voice, using every ounce of royalty you had in you. “That was an order, servant!” Finally, she moved, taking off in a speed that made her slip on the floor. Hopefully she wasn’t going to fall and break her neck, before she reached the great hall. Your assailant chuckled darkly. “How selfless of you. I didn’t know King Edgards sister was so sweet.” He brought his ugly face closer to yours. “Maybe I should take a bite out of you, before I end your life.” His free hand trailed down your cleavage, fingers moving to unlace the front. You clenched your jaw and slowly moved your hand to your belt, all the while thanking the gods for your cloak. He was so focused on unwrapping his victim, that he didn’t notice the movement under the fabric covering your arms. His fingers found the end of the laces, now pulling and grunting, as they didn’t give right away. You grabbed at his wrist, trying to stop him, which made him tighten his grip on your neck, thumb pressing against your chin to lift your head and making this whole position even more uncomfortable for you. “They said, you’d be more like a savage than a good christian woman.” The sound of laces snapping filled the air. “I think there might have been a mistake.” “I don’t.” Before he had time to react, you ripped your dagger out of its sheath and slashed it across his stomach. Gasping, he looked down at himself, his grip on you loosening. The hand previously on your front let go and pressed to his guts, coming away bloody. You used his distraction to advance once more, stabbing upwards into his armpit and twisting. He screamed, falling to his knees and weakly grasping at your hand. The fury sat tight in your belly, making you feel like you could survive anything, making you breathe fire. So, you leaned forward and hissed into his ear: “You can tell my brother about this, when you meet him in hell. You shall never get to find peace on the side of your Lord Saviour, you piece of shit. You will rot in purgatory, haunted by your sins and wrongdoings, until you go crazy and then even longer.” You twisted your dagger again, pulling a groan from his lips. “Your family won’t find your body, they’ll never see you again, and your head shall be a fitting present for my brother.” A hand in his hair, your brought his head back, watching pain flicker in his eyes, as you ripped the dagger out, towards you, cutting through more flesh in the process. “You should have taken that ship home, when you had the chance.” His hands came up, trying to wrap around your neck, but his blood made them slippery and he was too weak to get a good grip. He gasped and simply fell over into the dirt, when you gave him a rough shove. Your hands were bloody, your dominant hand was still holding the dagger, blood soaking into the sleeve of your dress, the hems of your cloak. There was also blood around your neck, streaks of it adorning your skin, drops of it having found their way to your cleavage, staining your dress there as well. “Y/N!” Hvitserk came to a stop by you, bloodied himself. He turned you around, taking you in and patting you over. “Are you hurt? Where’s Gala?” When he saw the destroyed laces of your dress, he swallowed heavily. “Did he… did he try-?” You shook your head, eyes fixed upon the body to your feet. “Did I kill him?” Hvitserk paused and turned his head. Blindly, he took your dagger from you and stepped closer to the man. His eyes roamed over the body, hands on his hips. He then kicked it lightly, as if it was gonna react to it. Which, it didn’t. “You did.” He raised his head and looked at you in puzzlement. “Good.” You could feel your body starting to shake, but you couldn’t figure out why. You weren’t cold, you weren’t scared. Your brother-in-law noticed and quickly pulled your cloak closer around you. “It’s the aftermath, it will be over soon.” He pulled you into the crook of his arm, still holding your bloody dagger. “Let’s get you home.” You made it two corners, before the guards almost ran you over. Hvitserk told them where the body lay, and sent one back to announce your arrival and get a bath prepared. “Where’s Gala?”, he asked again. “I told her to run, when he grabbed me.” “She did?” “After I specifically ordered her, yes.” You were shaking so bad, your legs felt like the pudding your cook used to prepare back in England. He nodded, face grim. She’ll gonna have to listen to him freaking out. You’d bet your crown on it. When you entered the Great Hall, you noticed the bodies on the floor, Bjorn standing in the middle of the pile, pulling his axe out of a man’s head. As soon as he heard your steps, he said: “Ragnar is fine.” Gala came towards you, fussing and worrying, but you just laid a hand over hers and said: “I’m glad, you’re okay.” She promptly broke out into tears and hugged you, despite your bloodied state. You looked around, looked for your husband. “Where’s Ivar?” Bjorn wiped his axe in the shirt of a deceased, and nodded towards your bedchambers. “He’s in there, with Bree and Ragnar. Little man wouldn’t stop screaming.” Just then did he take a proper look at you, jaw falling, eyes widening. “By Odin, Y/N, are you hurt?!” You declined, waving your hand dismissively. “No, I- I really just want to see Ivar and my son now.” Gala took your elbow and maneuvered you around the bodies, towards your chambers. “I wanted to prepare a bath for you, but Eitr is in such a state, she wouldn’t let me get close.” “It’s fine, Gala. I can wait.” You cleared your throat. “But, please, do make sure a physician goes and take a look at the old man. I told him I’d send one over today.” She nodded and turned around, going back out into the Great Hall. Your joints felt more stable, when you stepped into the bedchambers, which you were glad about. The sight of your husband made your lungs freeze. Ivars face was dripping, red streaks running down into the collar of his shirt, caking his braids and clothes. He looked like the christian devil himself and you were so relieved to see him. “Ivar.” At your voice, his head shot up from where he was focused on soothing his son, talking to him, so he might fall asleep in his crib. When he saw you, he- Gods, he let out a sob. “Y/N, Love.” You flung yourself into his arms, not caring about the way his braces hit your legs and left bruises, or how your weight against them might hurt him. The two of your clinged to each other, fingers digging into skin and brushing through hair, as you took each other in, assuring yourself that neither of you were badly hurt. “Y/N-” He pressed his nose into your hair, leaving red streaks and blowing warm breath over your skin. You shivered, pressed closer to him, needing to touch him, be touched, making sure he was okay, you were okay, you were alive. “I-” You swallowed, mouth dry, starched. “I killed a man.” 

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Part 6

[deermi]

Forbidden | 9

Summary: The wedding day is about to come.

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Swearing, catcalling

AU: Royals

Pairing: Kim Jongin x Reader

I felt my eyes closing as I walked through the palace corridors. I couldn’t sleep last night. I was wide awake, crying to myself and trying not to think about the next day. It was all like a nightmare. Jongin was getting married in a few hours, and the last time I saw him was when I ran out of his room the day before. Lady Shin’s orders kept me away from him and from saying the words I wanted to say before everything we had was going to end.

I love you.

Jongin had already began preparing for the wedding which was supposed to occur this afternoon. I didn’t know if he was ready for it or not, but the wedding also meant that soon he’ll become a king. I knew that lady Shin was not going to be a good queen. She was too cruel, too selfish. It doesn’t mean that I am the right person to rule as well because I am not brave enough to have the weight of the whole kingdom and it’s citizens on my shoulders, but lady Shin had no idea about mercy and kindness. It hurt me. Knowing that she’ll become Jongin’s wife and they’ll spend their lives by each other side.

I knocked on the door to lady Shin’s chamber where she was getting ready. I waited in front of the room until someone shouted muffled ‘enter’ from inside.

When I walked in I saw lady Shin wearing the most beautiful wedding dress I have ever seen. The silky white material was gently covering her legs and fell down on the ground. The tight laced top clinged onto the woman’s body, but not to the point she felt uncomfortable in it. The dress was truly beautiful, but the woman wearing it wasn’t. Lady Shin didn’t deserve it.

“What do you want?” she asked bitterly as I entered

I swallowed hard when I saw the other female servants sizing me up. The only one who didn’t do it was Miyoung who just smiled at me. She was standing behind lady Shin fixing the back of one of the sleeves.

“I was sent here by the king to check how are your preparations doing, my lady.” my voice was quiet

She looked at me with the corner of her eye. I had a feeling that when she did that everybody in the chamber immediately realized what’s going on. Like they knew about the relationship I had built with Jongin and how badly lady Shin hated me for that. Though, they couldn’t have know one thing. Lady Shin didn’t hate me for taking her soon-to-be husband, but for almost taking her crown and power away.

“When are you going to finish?” she asked Miyoung who, as I had already guessed, was in charge of everything

“I think that we should be finishing in around thirty minutes, my lady.” answered the girl still focused on fixing the material

Lady Shin eyed me once more and said:

“You know what you wanted to know. Leave now.”

I bowed down quickly so I could get out of the chamber as fast as it’s possible. A loud sigh escaped my lips, as I closed the door. Feeling relieved from the gazes following me, I closed my eyes.

Now, I had to do what lady Shin forbid me to. I started walking slowly, heading to Jongin’s chamber. What will she do when she finds out that I had visited him? Is she going to punish me again? No. She said that she will order to kill me. When the king had sent me to check whether the bride and the groom are getting ready, he couldn’t know about what lady Shin promised to do if she will ever again see me next to Jongin. I literally risking my life.

I started to feel hot, but I didn’t stop. The faster I check on him the smaller is the chance of her finding me in his room.

Knocking on the door, I took another shaky breath. A few seconds later Kyungsoo opened the door and smiled.

“I was sent here by the king.” I said, trying to smile back “He wants to know how are the prince’s preparations.”

“Let her in.” Jongin’s voice made me freeze in place

I hoped Kyungsoo didn’t notice my reaction as he opened the door wider so I could enter.

A few male servants were surrounding Jongin who was sitting on the chair. He looked as handsome and perfect as always. The suit he was wearing wasn’t something I imagined a prince would wear for his wedding, but at the same time it fit him perfectly. It’s modest designs of the kingdom’s emblem matched Jongin’s personality. He was getting his hair styled by one of the servants even though he had already looked gorgeous.

I couldn’t help, but imagine him getting ready for our wedding. If I only I still were a princess, the world would’ve looked different for both of us. I could be the one wearing the beautiful dress sewn by Miyoung, I could be the one with thumping heart, I could be waiting for one of the most important moments in my life.

But I was nobody.

When Jongin looked at me the pain in his eyes immediately faded and was replaced by hope instead.

“It’s good that you came.” he said quietly “Somebody has to clean this mess here.”

This time he didnt have to make anything up. The room was filled with different suits, cloaks and other pieces of clothing, that could’ve been possible parts of Jongin’s final outfit.

I couldn’t agree on that, but if I didn’t, he would notice something. I had never refused his proposition.

“Of course, your highness.” I bowed “The king had sent me here to ask how are your preparations doing.”

“We are almost ready.” said the servant who was styling Jongin’s hair

I had already felt the different atmosphere here. Nobody asked for Jongin’s permission to speak. They felt comfortable here, and I had a feeling like they treated him not only like a prince, but also like a friend.

“And what about lady Shin?” asked the other servant “Have you visited her chamber as well?”

“Yes, I have.” my voice was quiet “And she should be ready in around thirty minutes.”

All servants started to smile gently at each other. I could see they were happy helping Jongin getting prepared for the ceremony, but the prince definitely wasn’t as thrilled as they were. The expression of anger and sadness was painted on his face. It was really hard to miss.

“Alright.” the servant stopped styling Jongin’s hair “Done.”

“Thank you.” he said “All of you. Now have some rest before everything starts.”

The males smiled while bowing and left the room right after.

My heart was beating fast. I was alone with Jongin in his chamber. His eyes were scanning my body as I stood in front of him, like he was waiting for me to say something.

Surprising him, I turned around and walked to the bed. I grabbed a few suits in one of my hands, a couple of ties in the other and dashed towards his wardrobe. The memory of me hiding there after the king almost caught us in his room appeared in my mind. I tried to not to think about it.

“What are you doing?” I didn’t realize that Jongin approached me, and now his hand was only my waist turning me around to face him “What happened?”

Normally, I would wrap my arms around his neck, but this time I couldn’t do it. Despite his tight grip, I tried to move away from him.

“You asked me to clean up, your highness.” my polite tone made Jongin blink with confusion “So I am doing what you asked me to do.”

“You never…” he started and looked away from me for a second “Y/N tell me what happened.”

‘Your future wife threatened me. That if I speak to you she would kill me.’ I thought, but not a sound left my lips

“Y/N.” the prince repeated my name

My lower lip started to tremble. His voice, his hands on my waist and the look in his eyes. Before it was hope, now I could see how puzzled he was.

“I am sorry, your highness.” my voice didn’t change “I need to-“

“Stop it!” he shouted and grabbed the clothing away from my hands “Stop with that ‘your highness’ bullshit!”

Jongin threw everything he was holding on the ground and looked at the pile.

“Stop pretending, Y/N.”

I didn’t know if he was sad or angry because his voice was too quiet.

Tears started to spill from my eyes. He was standing in front of me waiting for something I shouldn’t do. But I couldn’t deny that I loved him no matter what. Lady Shin could threaten me, she could torture me and think that I am trying to take the power away from her.

I touched his cheek and made him look at me. The sadness I saw in his was so overwhelming, and it got deeper with every second.

“I’m sorry.” I sobbed

“For what?” now he was crying as well “For what, Y/N? Don’t pretend because I hate it. It hurts me to see you so… So different…”

“Lady Shin… She-“

“Don’t talk about her.” Jongin brushed his lips against mine

Before he could kiss me properly the door to his room flew open. Lady Shin stood in the entrance in the wedding dress and a silky veil, rage in her eyes. She looked beautiful, yet frightening.

Jongin didn’t let me go. He ignored the fact that she could see the tears on our faces. Instead, he pulled me into his chest and tangled one of his hands in my hair, like it could protect me.

“You fucking slave scum.” lady Shin hissed through her teeth

She made her way across the chamber and when she stood next to us, despite Jongin holding me, she raised her hand. She would’ve hit me in the face, but the prince gripped her wrist in the midway.

“Don’t you dare to call her like that.” he was trying to keep calm “Or to touch her.”

She glared at him and pulled her hand away, but no matter how far away from me she was, I was still shaking against Jongin’s chest.

“Such a prince.” her mocking voice echoed in my head “Fucking around with some servant. You should know that you are not much of a royal if you do things like that.”

“And you don’t deserve to become a part of the royal family if you even think of hurting another human.” Jongin squeezed my body as an encouragement “You are not that smart if you haven’t realized yet that it’s easy to see when somebody gets threatened.”

He realized that I was acting weird because she had said all those awful words to me. If the situation didn’t look like that, I would be a blushing mess. After all the weeks we’d spend together he knew me so well.

“If it wasn’t for my father and for our kingdom I wouldn’t marry you.” he continued “You don't deserve anything that you are getting in these few hours.”

“Exactly.” lady Shin smirked “I am getting all I want in a few hours. You are are just an addition. And no one can do anything about it. I will get what I want anyway.”

She marched out of the room and closed the door with a loud thump.

Lady Shin was right. She will get what she want in the end, and we could do nothing about it.

A moment after she left, I started to cry harder. And Jongin was sobbing with me. We both fell down on the floor, holding each other, tears falling from our eyes.

Author’s note: This one is probably the most angsty one so far (not that I’m planning on writing more parts like that), but for some reason I had fun writing it. I wanted ‘Forbidden’ to have 10 parts in total, but I guess it’ll have a little more because I decided to separate it a little more. Also this part turned out to be longer than I expected. Next thing coming up is part 2 of ‘How about a bet?’!