#I am exited but a little nervous about it xD

[bonniecupcake]

☆ART CONTEST☆

A little contest in celebration of hitting 100 pages in my "Pajama Party" comic! ^^

All information is under the "read more"

Art submissions for the contest will be accepted from January 6th to January 27th, and all the winners will be announced on February 3rd.

The prizes for it will be:

#3 One full-body character drawing

#2 Two full-body character drawing (or an extra pet if you prefer)

#1 Two full-body characters drawing with detailed background (unless you prefer something else, then we can discuss it later ;3)

The rules: 

Post your art piece, mention the contest, and tag @bonniecupcake (I hope I won’t miss any, but if I don’t interact with it over a day, please DM to let me know)

You can change the position or remove some of the characters from a drawing

Feel free to take as much inspiration/help from any of my other drawings as you would like

Don't trace or heavily reference from other contestants

Please note that after you submit your art I will love and cherish it forever and there is no taking it back xD ❤️

And have fun :3

[captain039]

Bound in blood

Detlaff x reader

Just finished blood and wine DLC! XD

Warnings: Vampire things, gore, blood, intimacy, angry smut, light angst

You didn’t know what to say, a Witcher stood in front of you talking to Regis like they were best friends.

“Ah Y/n” you thought about disappearing but didn’t as Regis acknowledged you.

“Y/n?” You frowned hearing a familiar voice, the Witcher turned, Geralt of Rivia.

“Geralt? Regis?” You said glancing between the two of them confused.

“Come my dear” Regis said beckoning you.

You went to his little table up the stairs and gulped slightly.

“You sent a Raven, quite literally” you said looking to your fellow vampire.

“Yes, I’m afraid we’ve had some- problems” he sighed.

“Problems?” You asked.

“Detlaff” he added and you froze.

“W-whats happened?” You said a little nervous. You glanced to the Witcher beside you it couldn’t be anything good.

“I’ve been in my home all this time I avoid-“ you babbled unsure if you were a suspect.

“My dear we don’t suspect you, just need your help is all, you can calm down” Regis tried to sooth and you nodded.

“Sorry” you mumbled. For a higher vampire you weren’t really like your fellow brothers and sisters, you were scared and shy, hidden away from the world surviving off whatever Regis brought you and animals. You were afraid of yourself, yet more afraid to die and not die in peace.

“Detlaff has been blackmailed into murdering, thus caused a ruckus in Beauclair, we suspect it’s to do with his lover being kidnapped away, though this plot keeps thickening” Regis sighed thinking.

“Lover?” You questioned.

“Rhena” Regis said and you frowned, you never heard of her.

“A human” Regis added and you nodded.

“Do you know where she’s being held?” You asked.

“That’s the problem, apparently the duchess’ sister is also there, she’s commanded her guard to start an attack, which Geralt is to attend” you nodded again.

“Don’t think your staying here though” Geralt sighed.

“I have Detlaff in my reach and no we won’t be staying here” you frowned Regis obviously had a plan.

“Gotta go” Geralt said simply.

“Good luck” Regis said as Geralt nodded to you both and left.

“You can breathe now” Regis said and you glared lightly.

“Detlaff?” You frowned as you heard him approach. You glanced looking to the vampire, you met his eyes quickly before looking back to Regis.

“Were to head to the estate, help Geralt and find Rhena” Regis said simply.

“Help? What exactly am I going to help with?” You asked.

“Ah right” Regis muttered glancing to Detlaff.

“You’ll need to take on some rage-“ you stopped Regis.

“I will not change into a beast and murder some random knights!” You snarled face morphing. You groaned looking away and going to the closest corner. You leant against the cold wall and shuddered, you hated that feeling.

“This is your lover, not my problem” you said aiming it at Detlaff.

“I don’t kill” you said walking to the exit.

“Y/n!” Regis called but you disappeared into your mist.

You headed back to your small cottage, away from anyone really. You were pent up again with annoyance, you tried to calm yourself, claws aching, fangs aching. Your transformation hadn’t been consensual, more forced on your part even though you fought it. Detlaff seemed determined to keep you alive, Regis was there with him, offering small comfort. Whatever Detlaff saw in you was unknown, your first time going into rage was your last, you terrified yourself. Detlaff was the one to suffer your rage though it didn’t bother him apparently, Regis was there when it happened, seemed you only had it in for Detlaff. A knock came to your door and you jumped sensing Detlaff.

“I’m not going to help you!” You called.

“May I come in?” He simply asked an you tsked opening the door. He came in and you paced.

“This is your problem not mine I won’t take human lives, I swore that I wouldn’t-“ you panted slightly, you could feel the beast bubbling inside you.

“I’m sorry but I won’t aid you in this time” you muttered cooling yourself down.

“I didn’t ask for your aid” he said and you frowned. True he hadn’t but it was implied by Regis.

“Regis asked not me” he added.

“For your sake” you muttered.

“Whoever this, woman is, clearly she means a lot, if you do need to hide her she can stay here” you mumbled.

“I won’t lay a hand on her” you added.

“Just don’t keep her here long” you sighed. Though you had years of self control, the smell of human blood was always triggering.

“Thank you” Detlaff said and you nodded.

“Best help Geralt, he can’t take on a small army” you turned to him finally. The vampire nodded disappearing into a red mist.

You sighed collapsing on your bed, to be involved with the human race never ended well.

You were shaken awake, a pain filling you, it wasn’t yours though, you began to worry about Regis and Detlaff, though not being able to die by a human- the pain got worse and you disappeared into the mist.

You found them quickly, well Detlaff at least, his rage hit you and you followed after him. When you found him, he sat in the middle of a ruin, hunched over panting. You let your feet fall to the ground carefully, you didn’t want to startle a beast. He was hurting, whatever had happened in that place wasn’t good.

“Betrayed by my own pack” he snarled and you flinched. He was in front of you now, snarling his face now beast. You froze though as he sagged against your shoulder, he took a deep breath in, his breath fanning against your neck. You were frozen, unsure of what to do, the vampire almost put his full weight on you, if you weren’t a vampire yourself you would’ve toppled over.

“Detlaff?” You mumbled as you sensed Regis approaching. Regis appeared a little ways away, staring in confusion also. You didn’t know what was happening.

“Regis” Detlaff said lifting himself up. You found movement again and turned away embarrassed.

“I’m sorry Detlaff” he said and Detlaff huffed.

“She’ll pay” he said and you tensed at his tone. He left after that, a mist trail behind him before disappearing. Regis sighed saying he must return to his small lab. You followed Regis, sitting on his bed as he worked. It was scary seeing Detlaff worked up, he was a storm.

You closed your eyes, resting a bit from the day, you shuddered though feeling Detlaff close.

“Y/n” Regis called and you hummed looking to him. You jumped seeing Detlaff in the room panting in the corner.

“Oh” you muttered wondering what was wrong.

You stood slowly and stood by Regis who shuffled in front of you almost protectively.

“Detlaff” Regis said keeping you behind him. You were confused as to why Regis suddenly got a protective streak, you frowned glancing between the two vampires.

“Geralts here” Regis suddenly said and Detlaff disappeared.

“What was that about?” You muttered and Regis shrugged as Geralt came down the stairs.

“I’m going home” you sighed.

You were shocked to see Detlaff pacing your kitchen area, whole body tense and panting.

“Detlaff what’s wrong?” You asked, you could feel his anger, burning need for something. He stormed up to you making you freeze, you backed away quickly though hitting your wall and be frowned. Sometimes you forget your a vampire, forget your strength and ability’s.

He snarled storming forward again and cupped your face a little roughly. He kissed you, lips against yours in need.

You found yourself melting without warning, you didn’t want to throw him through the wall. He snarled softly when he pulled back, you panted a bit dazed. You were suddenly whisked into your bed, laid down with him above you. You frowned as he grabbed your wrists, pinned them above your head and kissed you roughly again.

“Detlaff-“ you mumbled as he tore through your clothes easily. Your mind was hazed but snapped as you struggled to cover yourself up. You held his face, stared him in the eyes as he stopped also. He gave you a begging look, a silent plea.

You slowly let your grip loosen, you let your hands fall back to the bed as he watched carefully. He let out a shudder and leant down to your neck, he kissed and sucked gently, his fangs slowly piercing the skin.

You didn’t know what had overcome him, his hands roamed your body feeling every curve and part. It tickled up your sides, your tried not to squirm as he got rid of his layers of clothes also. He didn’t let you look, only kissed you, forced your eyes closed so you focused and touch and smell. His claws dug into your skin occasionally, scratching, but you they healed too quickly. His lips left yours and trailed down your body, you frowned stomach tensing as his hands went to your thighs. You grew embarrassed and tensed, he gave you a look though and you relaxed letting him part your thighs. You stared at the wall bitting the back of your hand as his breath fanned you.

Your back arched as his tongue drove between your folds, he didn’t go slow. He lapped and sucked. Fingers digging into your thighs as you squirmed. You moaned and panted, gripping the bed with one hand, your other hand still in your mouth. You could taste your blood on your tongue but didn’t care.

He slowed finally pulling back to breathe before he came back up your body. He frowned moving your hand, your fangs had made puncture holes in your hand. His tongue darted out licking the blood off. He growled softly pinning your hand under his again before kissing you roughly. The man wasn’t gently, he needed this quickly. Your hips moved up to meet his as he shuddered against you. His free hand kept your hips still as he slid in without warning. You hissed slightly, clenching your eyes shut. His face buried into your neck as he whispered for you to relax. You felt full but it stung, you panted loudly trying to relax and catch your breath. He moved slowly after a while, slowly lifted his hips then slowly pushed back in. You shuddered gripping my his back, no doubt your own nails tearing through his skin. You snarled softly smelling his blood in the air, it sent you wild, it never triggered you before. Your grip on him tightened, as his hips moved quicker. Your claws dug in deeper and he hissed in your ear, he nipped your earlobe in warning when you didn’t stop. You were to caught up in the feeling, he snapped his hips though and but down on your neck. You cried at the feeling, coming also as you finally stopped clawing his back. You whimpered in apology as he snapped his hips again. You felt him sucking your blood before he let go with a loud sigh.

You trembled as he finished also, biting down again and taking another drink. You went limp almost, you managed to lift your head when he stopped drinking and bite him. He groaned in response as you sucked before letting go with a sigh. You couldn’t move, overstimulated by the feelings, he’d mated with you, and you with him. He moved slowly and gently lying beside you. He rolled you onto your side, your head on his arm. You let him position you, close to his chest, arm around you securely as he grabbed the blanket. You nosed under his neck, more for comfort than anything as you felt your body relax.

“Sorry love” he whispered holding you tightly. You could feel his guilt, making you sigh and gently bite his jaw.

“Let me rest and I’ll throw you through the wall later” you mumbled too exhausted. He chuckled softly pressing his lips to your forehead.

[psychedelic-ink]

A/N: This is a gift for the lovely @elliemehl and she wanted a reader x Katakuri with a dash of sin (tho I might’ve accidentally spilled more then intended) also this is my first time writing for him so hopefully I did him justice! 

This is also a modern AU so Katakuri’s still tall but he’s not like 5 meters xD I hope you enjoy this and wishing you a merry early Christmas! <3

Pairing: fem!reader x Charlotte Katakuri 

Genre: Romance / Lemon

Word Count: 1358k

Warnings: NS.FW , oral (receiving) 

Prompt: Can’t make it for Christmas

Your hands shaking, you closed the phone. A series of emotions befell upon you, sadness, disappointment, anger. Sitting on the couch, you gazed upon the livingroom to witness the hours worth of preparation that you've done. The tree was beautifully decorated, scented candles everywhere and the creme de la creme a table full of Katakuri’s favorite dishes and that wasn’t all, in the oven there were gingerbread cookies baking as you mourned. 

Sighing, you kicked off your slippers and laid on the couch. Of course his mother had to give him an assignment on Christmas, you weren’t surprised at all. That woman never had her children’s good intention in mind, it always had to be about her and the family business. 

Katakuri sounded so hurt too when he told you that he wasn’t going to make it. He knew well that you’ve been working hard to make today perfect.  You stared at the white ceiling, you just wanted him to have a good christmas, eat some delicious food and relax. Why did it always have to be so hard ?

Slowly, your mind started to drift off. After a whole day spent, finally the tiredness of your body reached your brain. 

“I guess a quick nap won’t hurt.” you mumbled as you closed your eyes 

Breathe. Breathe. 

You couldn’t. But you had to. Breathe. 

Heaving, you ran, you saw a glimpse of crimson hair and a tall silhouette. You followed it as you held your chest, you still couldn’t breathe, coughing you fell to the ground. The silhouette disappeared, your surroundings now drowning in complete darkness. Tears stung your eyes, you were scared you wanted to leave. Where were you? 

You felt yourself starting to shake along with the ground you were kneeling on. An earthquake? Light shined upon you, looking up you were blinded by it but fresh air followed and you found that you could finally breathe. You extended your arm, was this an exit? Were you saved? 

“Wake up y/n!” 

“...what?” your voice groggy, you peeled your eyes open. 

Continuing to lay on the couch you tilted your head to the side and squinted your eyes. Katakuri was hovering over you, looking down at you with a worried expression. Before you could ask anything you coughed, noticing a certain smell in the air your eyes widened with realization. 

“The cookies!”

You jolted up but Katakuri held you in place as he kneeled in front of you, his worried expression shifted into one of relief. 

“Don’t worry I turned off the oven,” then he frowned. “What were you thinking taking a nap while baking?” 

“I...I forgot.” your gaze was fixated on him, still feeling a bit hazy you pinched the bridge of your nose. “What time is it? When did you get here?”

“I managed to finish up early and rushed here to be with you,” he chuckled. “And good thing that I did.” 

A wide smile spread across your face, Katakuri was here and he was in time for christmas. The cookies might’ve been burnt but there was still so much you had prepared for him. Butterflies flew in your stomach and your pulse quickened, jumping forward you wrapped your arms around his neck. His arms came around your waist and he pulled you in closer. You could feel him inhaling your scent as the two of you embraced. 

“I’m so happy that you’re here.” you said your voice shaking a bit at the end. 

“So am I.” 

Pulling back you placed your hand ever so tenderly on his cheek, your fingertips danced along his lips and followed the scar that formed an arc up to his cheek bone. Katakuri pressed his cheek further into your palm with closed eyes and sighed. Smiling you leaned in and pressed your lips against his, a supposedly innocent action on your part. But it was quick to shift into an act of passion as Katakuri slid his tongue eagerly between your lips. 

His tongue explored your mouth, your tongue dancing along his, he sucked on your warm muscle. You moaned into the kiss as you pressed your body further against him, it felt warm and secure. Your insides quivered. 

As Katakuri parted away from you he pulled your tongue along with him, he sucked on it, earning a mewl from you. You stared at him between half lidded eyes, your cheeks a vibrant red. With a smile Katakuri placed his forehead against yours. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his breath smelling of coffee. “I’ve missed you so much.” 

Before you could reply Katakuri scooped you up and placed your back to the couch, you were expecting him to join  but instead he kneeled in front of you spreading your legs apart. You watched him with awe as he tugged your sweatpants down with ease, he smirked when he saw the wet stain on your underwear. 

“Someone’s eager.” 

You blushed and averted your eyes. The way his gaze was fixated on your arousal made you feel nervous, and it wasn’t like it was the first time he was looking at it but you still weren’t used to it. 

Katakuri peeled your underwear to the side and you gasped when the cold air  hit your heat. He had a strong grip on your thighs, dipping down he trailed your skin with open mouthed kisses only to stop when he reached your inner thigh. He grazed his teeth against the sensitive skin and gently took a bite out of it. A loud moan escaped your as you felt his teeth on your skin, instinctevely you placed your hand on the top of his hair, playing with his short hair as he continued to kiss,lick and nibble on you.

Your skin was burning with every kiss he placed on you, your mind felt numb with the pleasure he was inflicting on you. Katakuri’s hand went up from your thigh and to your pussy, he slid his forefinger between your folds, you whined when the noise of your wetness reached your ears. But despite your flushed state, the noises managed to stir you on further and you could feel yourself getting slicker around his finger. 

When Katakuri was done with your thigh, he made his way towards your arousal. It throbbed as you felt his warm breath ghosting over you. Licking his lips Katakuti hummed happily as he dipped down into your cunt. His tongue delved between your folds and found your aching hole. Pushing his tongue between the tight muscle, a loud mewl escaped your lips. He wiggled his tongue as he pushed it further into you. Your grip on his hair tightened and you threw your head back. 

Enjoying that you were coming undone, Katakuri eagerly started to thrust his tongue in and out of you, loving the way your insides twitched around his warm muscle. You shouted his name over and over again when he started to play with your clit with his free hand. He pinched, pulled and rubbed the sensitive nub. You couldn’t even think anymore the only thing you could concentrate on was how good he was making you feel. 

“Kata,” you managed to moan out. “I’m close.” 

He replied with a hum and his thrusts became faster along with his strokes against your clit. You started to match his pacing with your hips, it wasn’t much but you couldn’t contain yourself anymore. You could almost taste the bliss, a little bit more…

With one last pinch on your clit you were seeing stars. Your body spasming and nails digging into his scalp you screamed his name over and over again as you came. Katakuri didn’t stop until you came down from your orgasm high, heavily breathing your grip on his hair loosened. He looked up to you with a smug grin on his face. 

“Merry Christmas.”

“Ho ho ho,” you replied, still trying to catch your breath. “I hope you’re not full yeti there’s still plenty to eat.” 

“Don’t worry,” he said getting up. “I’m insatiable.” 

[twstedbeauty]

Hey there! May I request headcanons for a reader seeing Azul in his octopus form for the first time and they tell him he's very beautiful but he doesn't believe him and they go to their room to pick something up and leave their phone unlocked and Azul finds out by accident that they just texted like, an entire rant to their friend in all caps about how perfect Azul is and how much they love him xd Essentially what's Azuls reaction to his s/o hardcore simping about him? 😂💜

YEEEEEEEES!! Our octobaby deserves all the confident boosters!!! 😭

Author’s note: I am SO sorry this took so long! I’m starting from the bottom of my inbox and working my way up!

Azul Ashengrotto

It goes without saying that Azul would be hella nervous showing you his octopus form. It’s the form that he’s most ashamed of and brings back rather painful memories. 

In his human form, he is the person that he has always wanted to be. In his octopus form, he is just a clumsy octopus.

At least in his brain he is, anyway. 

So when you actually call him beautiful in this form, all of those mean voices began to shout in his head that you’re lying. That you’re only being polite to hide your real thoughts. You think he’s ugly. You think he’s stupid, awkward. You don’t mean it. You don’t mean it. 

But there’s a small part of him that can’t help but feel like you do mean it and it makes a slight blush come to his cheeks. 

It may just be him deluding himself but it makes his heart flutter nonetheless. 

He goes on with his day, trying to put it out of his mind. He knows that you love him. He has no reason to doubt you when you tell him that he’s beautiful. He knows that you mean it, but those nasty voices...they plague his mind and keep him from feeling any ounce of validation or happiness. 

To try to get his mind off things, you had invited him to the Ramshackle dorm for a little date. The two of you go to your room and you had tossed your phone on the bed, telling him you were going to take a quick shower and change clothes. 

Azul, ever the gentleman, sees that your phone is unlocked and opts not to read it at first because it’d be impolite to pry. But he happens to notice that you had left your texts open and after a while, he can’t help himself. 

He just takes a slight peek to see who you were talking to and he sees that it was a friend of yours. You had just sent one big text wall to them, saying how perfect and incredible he was and how much you loved him. How proud you were of him for having the courage to show you his octopus form. 

Azul...is speechless, quite frankly. His heart is hammering in his chest. His face is flushed and after a long time of staring at the screen, his vision begins to blur over with tears as he starts to cry. He takes his glasses off and presses a hand to his mouth to quiet himself. 

This was all the proof that he needed. Hearing your unfiltered thoughts about him to someone else. This was what he needed to see to finally quiet those nasty voices. You were pouring out your unconditional love for him to someone you trusted. You did mean everything you had said about him. 

When you would exit out of the shower, you would find a blubbering Azul on your bed trying desperately to get a hold of himself. When you immediately rush over to him, asking what was wrong, he takes you into his arms and buries his head into your shoulder, just blubbering ‘i’m sorry’s,’ i love you’s’ and ‘thank you’s’ over and over. 

You’re confused until you glance down at your still open phone and you smile to yourself, hugging him a little tighter and whispering that you’ll always love him no matter what form he’s in, always. 

[prncesselene]

i love your kathony fics 🥺. are prompts still open? if they are then anything around that moment that is mentioned by edwina in the books - when kate says people will move on from her and anthony's *love match* gossip soon enough and edwina's like not as long as anthony looks at you the way he did at that ball, smouldering, pushing people away to get to kate. i love that because anthony is still in his denial phase but his actions are SO clearly the opposite xD

i am indeed still taking prompts! i’m working through them all ridiculously slowly, as my inactivity might indicate (lol), but i will be getting through everything that’s being sent my way, promise! :)

ao3

“There you are!”

Kate turned at the sound of her husband’s voice, her eyes widening. She hadn’t expected him to notice she’d even left the ballroom, much less follow her out. Her slowly relaxing heart took flight once more, a mixture of shame and embarrassment pooling in her chest.

They’d arrived back in London only a few nights ago, fresh off of their time in the country after the wedding. And though the time spent alone had been rejuvenating and enlightening all at once — Anthony was, in almost every way, a very attentive husband — returning to London as a bride had been a difficult adjustment. The height of the season was still upon them, and with it a number of events and social responsibilities that now asked much more of Kate than they had before.

And she wasn’t quite sure she was up to snuff, if she were being honest with herself.

Anthony crossed the hallway in three long strides and reached her side. “I turn around for just a moment and suddenly you’re gone. Practically knocked down half of the ton trying to find you.”

Kate’s chest warmed. The ballroom had been so full he would have had to have been keeping quite the close eye on her to notice something like that.

She shook her head immediately, dashing those childish, romantic notions away. He’d been very clear on where their marriage stood, and trying to paint his intentions as anything other than a gentlemanly interest in her well-being would only lead to heartbreak. She was already lucky enough, with the deal she’d been cut; asking for anything more than what Anthony could give her seemed selfish.

Once he was at her side, he tugged her elbow, gently bringing her in front of him. “Did something happen? Why did you leave the ballroom so suddenly?”

Kate began to fiddle with the buttons on his waistcoat, her eyes fixated on a string of fabric that had begun to pull from within one of them. “My, it's warm in here, isn't it? You need to take this to get fixed. I can arrange for your tailor to pass by tomorrow afternoon, if you can manage to clear your schedule. I know y–”

“Kate,” he warned, cutting off her nervous rambling, his voice more insistent. To their left, couples and families donning their finest gowns and suits entered and exited the ballroom, chatting amongst each other easily. “What’s wrong?”

She kept fiddling with the string of fabric, chewing on her lips until she was sure they would end up bleeding. Anthony’s hands came to rest atop hers, limiting her movement. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

Kate sighed, gathering the strength needed for her admission. “Anthony, I don’t think I’m quite cut out for this.”

“Cut out for what?”

“Oh, you know, all of... this,” she emphasized, attempting to tug her hands away, but his grip only tightened.

“Marriage? It’s a little late for doubts like those,” he murmured.

“What?” Kate met his eyes then, surprised to find they were much more contemplative than she expected. “No, no. It’s not that. It’s just… well, I don’t really fit in, do I? I’ve never been good at the things that ladies are expected to be good at, have never managed to sit still or act demurely or... or anything like that, really and... well, now that is precisely what is expected of me.”

She paused, chewing her lip, taking her eyes off of Anthony’s to stare at the floor. “I know I’m not the kind of wife you expected. The sort that could smile prettily and charm everyone around her and be a proper viscountess.”

Anthony’s eyes narrowed with concern, his stance tightening. He took her hands firmly in his and held onto them, running a thumb over her gloved knuckles. “Kate, where is this coming from? Did something happen?”

Kate swallowed, her heart beating traitorously. It seemed no matter how hard she tried to convince herself of Anthony’s objectivity within their marriage, her body refused to cooperate. The simple gesture of him listening to her so intently, with such gentleness and care, made her knees weak.

“No one is saying anything, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she sighed, noticing the way he relaxed once more. Her face reddened remembering Lady Whistledown’s most recent column. “In fact… well, it’s obviously a bit ridiculous, but the consensus among the gossips of society is that ours was a love match.”

“Ridiculous,” he repeated softly. Not quite a question, but not quite a statement of fact, either.

“Yes. Ridiculous,” she said, her belly swooping pitifully. “Anyways, clearly, it is not. You need not remind me of that fact. That— it’s fine. But even if they think ours looks like a love match, they must think it’s an ill fitting one. I mean, I'm hardly a catch. I talk too loud, express my opinion too plainly. I keep meeting duchesses and countesses and realizing I... I'm nothing like that, Anthony. And I worry I never will be." 

For a moment, Anthony didn’t reply, and Kate feared he agreed with her. That he, too, saw their marriage as the farce that it was. That the one with doubts was him.

But all he did he was bring her hands up to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles.

“Never speak that way of yourself again, Kate,” he said, his voice serious. “For my sake if not yours. In fact, as your husband, I demand it.”

Kate’s fingers were warm underneath the gloves where he kissed her, her eyes wide.

“I can only speak for myself, but there is absolutely nothing about you that I would wish to change. You are headstrong, passionate, and absolutely everything a proper viscountess should be, all of those other supposed virtues be damned. If someone — anyone — cannot see that, then that is their loss and theirs only." 

He tightened his grip on her hands and made sure she was looking directly at him before continuing. "When you enter rooms you command the respect of others not because you are my wife, or a Bridgerton, but because you're you. And you are more than enough.”

Kate was at a loss for words. She knew that love would never be a part of their relationship. That even if her body felt most alive when it was next to his, even if she laughed and talked with him like she had with no one else before, even if she knew she was already halfway in love with him herself — that those feelings would have to be kept under lock and key.

But then, when he said those things…. When he looked at her like that…

It was, admittedly, a little difficult not to want to wrap her arms around him and show him exactly how she felt.

Kate released her inhibitions and embraced him tightly anyways, if only so that he wouldn’t see the errant tears that threatened to slip out of her eyes.

“Thank you,” she murmured into the velvet of his coat, indulging in the comforting smell of leather and tobacco and Anthony that she’d grown to associate with warmth and belonging. That she’d grown to love, little by little. "You needn't lie to me to make me feel better, but I appreciate it all the same."

“There is nothing I’ve said that I wouldn’t happily repeat in front of all of London,” he said, the smile in his voice evident. One of his hands wrapped around her waist while the other tipped her chin towards his. “Will you obey your husband and never disparage yourself like this again? Can I trust you to do that?”

Kate’s eyes narrowed as she bit down on her own smile. She was like a slice of jelly when it came to him, pliant and willing to do whatever he said. It helped, of course, that all he was asking of her was to be kinder to herself. That he seemed to really, truly believe the words he'd said. That he saw her that way. 

“I suppose.”

He smiled and leaned down to slant his lips against hers, taking advantage of the brief lull in hallway activity. The arm around her waist tightened and brought her closer to him as his lips explored hers tenderly.

“Anthony!” she scolded, giggling against his mouth. “This is most improper. What if someone sees us?”

Leaning his forehead against hers, Anthony smiled. “The gossip about us is already scandalous. Why not add to it?”

Kate laughed but pulled away, shaking her head. As much as she loved kissing Anthony, she'd had enough scandal to last a lifetime. “I don’t think there’s any need for that.”

Straightening her ballgown and tightening her gloves once more, Kate took a deep breath. It was time to go back to the ballroom, where she would once again have to resume the act of viscountess; to pretend that she knew what she was doing, that she belonged there. With Anthony by her side, at least, it almost felt manageable.

Anthony’s smile was warm when he extended his arm out to hers. “Ready to return to the fun, Mrs. Bridgerton?”

Dash it. With him by her side it was certainly manageable. She had a growing suspicion that with him, anything was. Love matches or no. 

She slipped her arm into his, remembering his words. His faith in her.

“Ready.”

[cobaltusami]

Ayo can I get a lee makoto and ler sakura please?

Hey hi hello! I had so much fun writing this, I fricking love Sakura and I’m always happy to write about her. Thank you so much for this request! :’)

So I went with this random Idea of basically her training Makoto on how to win in a tickle fight, Because ofc she would train him. I’m not sure where the idea of the concussion came from but enjoy I guess? xD

Side note, In this fic, Makoto knows about Kenshiro because he has spent time with Sakura. Not sure If that needed explained but just so you know!

Characters: Lee!Makoto, Ler!Sakura, Implied Lee!Hina at the very end.

Word count: 3230

Makoto came staggering Into the nurses office, holding his head In pain. He sat down on one of the beds after retrieving an ice pack from the mini cooler nestled In the corner of the room.

“Makoto? What happened to you?” Aoi asked curiously from the bed across from his.

He jumped in surprise and quickly brought the cold pack down, trying to obscure It from the swimmer. “M-Me? Oh… Nothing, Just have a headache… What about you? Why are you In here?” He quickly turned the question around on her.

“She twisted her ankle while running. I’m wrapping It for her.” Sakura informed him.

Makoto hadn’t even noticed her until she spoke up.

“Don’t ask how I twisted It.” Hina giggled sheepishly, blushing a little.

“I thought Sakura just said you were running?”

“Yeah but…”

“She was running to the dining hall to get donuts.” Sakura sighed, rolling her eyes fondly at her best friend’s antics. She carefully finished wrapping up the foot In her lap and set It back down. “There, how does that feel?” 

“Better. Thanks Sakura.” Hina beamed, launching herself halfway off the bed to hug the taller girl.

Sakura flinched and quickly caught the athlete before she hurt herself even more. “Try to be more careful, Hina. I swear sometimes you can be such a klutz.” she teased, setting the swimmer back on the bed after giving her a quick hug.

“It’s not my fault, The Floor conspired against me.” Hina giggled.

“What am I going to do with you?” Sakura sighed.

Makoto smiled to himself as he watched the two absentmindedly, forgetting for a moment about the roaring migraine he had going… Until he just thought about it. He winced and put the ice pack back up against his head.

“Makoto, What happened to your head?” The Martial Artist asked, approaching the student curiously.

“I uh, Fell and hit my head.” He lied unconvincingly.

“If that’s the case, You might be as big of a klutz as me.” Hina giggled.

Sakura sighed and knelt on the bed behind him, carefully moving his hand away from the spot on his head. “Let me look at It.”

She moved his hair away from the spot on his head, he winced expecting her to be much more rough but she was surprisingly very gentle. It only stung a little. “Am I bleeding?” Makoto asked after a brief silence.

“No. But you do have a painful looking bump on your head. Put the ice back on that spot.” She instructed as she got up and came around to the other side of the bed.

He did as she told him, wincing as the stinging returned. “So all I need to do Is Ice It, Right?”

She sat down In a stool In front of him. “Yes, For that spot anyway. I want to check and make sure you don’t have a concussion though.”

“I’m sure I’m fine, Sakura. It’s just a bump.” 

“You said you have a headache, Is there anything else bothering you? Are you nauseous? Is there any ringing in your ears?” She asked, brushing off his attempts to put her at ease.

“No.”

“Your eyes are dilated.” She informed him. “Makoto, can you remember how exactly this happened?”

Makoto sat there, staring blankly at the wall behind Sakura trying to think. Honestly? No. He couldn’t. He didn’t remember hitting his head, all he remembered was getting up off the floor and stumbling in here.

He hesitantly met her eyes, slowly shaking his head.

She sighed softly and stood up, going over to the medicine cabinet and retrieving some ibuprofen. She brought It back with some water and set them both down on the table in front of Makoto. “Here, these will help, But you have a concussion so your head Is still going to hurt for a while. You can’t sleep for a few hours so Is there anything I can get you to help you stay awake?”

“Um, No… I’ll be okay. Thank you Sakura.” He mustered up a small smile at her.

“You’re welcome. I’m going to go figure out what happened, I will be back to check on both of you.” She said, exiting the room.

“I’ve never seen Sakura act like that before.” Makoto mumbled once the fighter had left the room.

Hina nodded, smiling. “Yeah, She only acts like that around people she’s close to. She kind of turns into a mom when someone gets hurt.” She giggled a little.

Makoto smiled, looking back at Hina. “Yeah, She kind of reminded me of my mom just now. Except she didn’t yell at me for not being careful.”

“She said she used to mother Kenshiro a lot when he’d get hurt. He always got mad at her for It so she kind of hid that side of herself.” Aoi recalled. 

“I don’t understand why, Obviously It was because She cared about him.”

“I guess tough guys don’t like being worried about.” she shrugged.

As the two continued to theorize and talk, Sakura had made her way to the dining hall where the others were gathered, she sat down next to Mondo and just stared at him for a moment.

“What? Why are you looking at me funny?” Mondo asked, turning to face her.

“Mondo… Did you hit Makoto?” She asked.

“What?? Why the hell would I do that?” The biker replied, making a face of confusion. “I’d only hit him If I was mad at him-- Which I wasn’t.”

“Then how did he get a concussion?” Sakura asked quietly.

“Makoto has a concussion!?” Mondo choked.

Taka whipped around, looking In alarm at them. “What?! Where Is Makoto right now?? I must go check on him--”

“He’s resting, I gave him some ibuprofen and he’s icing his head. He’s fine.” She reassured the strict student.

“We were rough housing and he fell, I went to check on him after a minute but he was gone. I figured he just went back to his room.” Mondo explained.

“It’s true.” Chihiro spoke up. “We were all playing around trying to take Mondo down.”

“Trying and failing.” The tough biker corrected, smirking.

“Don’t remind me, My sides still hurt.” Hiro mumbled.

“Hey I tried to tell you idiots that was a bad idea.” Leon retorted. “Clearly you didn’t learn from watching Taka get wrecked.”

Taka blushed as he felt all eyes at the table on him. “W-What? A leader leads by example!”

Chihiro giggled, shaking their head. “Where Is Makoto? I want to go check on him.”

“Yeah, Me too. I feel kind of guilty.” Mondo agreed.

“He’s In the Infirmary.” She answered. Well, At least she knew what happened now. She took the others back with her, and they proceeded to fill Makoto In on what transpired leading up to him hitting his head.

He was thankful to now recall how he got the concussion, but a little embarrassed that the reason he got the concussion to begin with was because he got tickled by Mondo in a bad spot and went flying into a wall to escape.

He was even more embarrassed that Hina and Sakura now knew that fact as well.

A few days later Makoto approached the Martial artist, She was sitting In the pool area watching Hina swim. “Hey Sakura?” 

Sakura looked up at him, The Lucky student appeared very nervous and shy. “Hello, Makoto. What Is It?”

“Um. I have a question.” He sat down next to her. “You can take Mondo In a fight, Right?”

Sakura gave a perplexed look as she smiled in amusement. “Yes, I believe so. Why? Do you want me to beat him up for you?”

“N-No! Nothing like that…” Makoto stammered. “I just… Um… How? How do you fight him and win?”

“What Is this about, Makoto?”

Makoto sighed. “I want revenge on him for the other day, I wanna be the one to successfully take him down. So how do I win against him in a play fight?”

“By play fight you mean...?” She asked.

“He means a tickle fight!” Hina answered, leaning against the side of the pool near them. “He wants to know how to win In a tickle fight!”

“H-Hina!” Makoto blushed bright pink, feeling ridiculous.

Sakura tilted her head curiously. “Is that true?”

“I-It’s not that I think you just go around getting In… Play fights with people all the time, But I think because you’re such a good fighter you’ll have some kind of strategy.” 

The Ultimate Martial artist actually giggled at this. “Oh how wrong you are… I’ve never won a ‘play fight’. But I’ve seen Mondo get tickled on a handful of occasions so I sort of have a strategy that might help you.”

“You’ve never won one before?” Makoto and Hina asked In unison, confused.

“L-Like Makoto said.” Sakura blushed. “I don’t just go around getting into such silly fights.”

Hina and Makoto exchanged looks, He was incredulous while she was… plotting something. Makoto could tell she was going to get herself in trouble later.

“Anyway, What’s the strategy?” Makoto asked, trying to distance himself from whatever foolishness Hina was plotting.

“Okay so…” Sakura thought for a moment, collecting her thoughts. “Mondo relies on his strength so you have to turn that into a weakness. By moving quicker than him and tripping him up by aiming for his joints. He’s sensitive in the stomach but If he’s as good of a fighter as I think he is, He’ll be guarding any obvious spots so you have to be unconventional and-- Makoto? Are you even listening?”

Makoto blinked. “Y-Yeah of course!”

“Repeat back what I just said.”

The lucky student stammered. “O-Okay, I didn’t take In any of that. I’m sorry! I’m listening. It's just... You’re talking kind of fast.”

Sakura frowned. “Sorry, I have a tendency to do that when discussing fighting.”

“No kidding.” Hina mumbled.

Sakura narrowed her eyes at Hina warningly before turning her attention back to Makoto. “I could try to go slower, But I get too Into talking about fighting and tend to start rambling. It might be better If I just show you and explain as I go.”

“No! Th-That won’t be necessary!” Makoto said quickly, blushing brightly. “It’s okay, I’ll figure something out and--”

“Makoto! Let her help you!” Hina chastised, pulling herself out of the pool and settling on the edge. “If you don’t, I’ll help you. And you won’t like my help… I’m not as gentle.” she warned, glaring at the frightened student.

“It’s okay, Makoto. I won’t hurt you.” Sakura reassured him carefully.

He wasn’t just afraid of getting hurt, He also was super ticklish and didn’t want her to see just how ticklish he was. “O-Okay…” He agreed hesitantly, standing up.

She stood up too. “Okay, So for this part, You’re going to be Mondo.” 

He nodded and took a defensive stance, bracing himself internally.

“You’re going to want to make the first move. Normally with someone larger than you, you want to wait for them to strike first so you can dodge and get your hits in.” She approached him. “But that will be his strategy, so you have to use it to your advantage. Reach your right arm out towards me.” she instructed.

He nodded and did as she asked.

“He’s right handed, so when he goes to reach for you, It’ll be with his right arm. Use your size to your advantage and duck as you get closer to his body. You want to avoid his hand by going under it.”

She walked around to his shoulder. “You’ll want to come back up to full height around here, Because you’re going to grab the collar of his coat when you do.”

Sakura grabbed the collar of his coat to emphasize. “He’s going to be spinning around to reach for you, so you have to keep moving while you have a handful of his coat.” she explained. “Spin around and try to grab me.”

Makoto did as she instructed, spinning around to grab at her but she began sprinting around him, dragging him nearly off his feet with her momentum alone. “Once you do this, Lift up--”

Makoto yelped as he was hoisted Into the air.

“And lean Into him, It’s like a tackle. The momentum of your running and his spinning will take him down with you on top of him. I’m not going to do that because I don’t want to hurt you.” She explained, Instead she gently put him down on the floor on his stomach and knelt beside him.

Makoto sighed in relief upon being set down. “Okay, Then what?”

“You’re going to want to keep your knee In the small of his back to keep him down.” She explained, Resting her hand against the small of his back. “Right about here. Make sure you put all of your weight Into It or he’ll be able to get out easily.”

He nodded, Making a mental note of the spot on his back. “Next?”

“He’ll be face down, So that leaves you with very little options. You have to be unconventional.”

“Unconventional how?”

“The Back, His shoulder blades, anywhere that might produce a reaction.” she explained.

“The back? Are people actually sensitive there…?” Makoto glanced over his shoulder at her inquisitively.

“Yes. Some people more than others.” She responded calmly. “Here, Let me show you.”

She brushed her fingers gently across his shoulder blades, to his surprise he squeaked and dissolved into a fit of giggles. “Okahahahay! Ihihihi seehehe what you mean!” He giggled, squirming around.

Sakura smiled in amusement as she ran her fingers across the back of his ribs. “Are you sure? I want to make sure you fully understand.”

Makoto squealed and began giggling harder, rolling over onto his back to protect it. “Ihihihim sure!” he retorted.

“Well, You wanna make sure you apply enough weight so that Mondo can’t roll over like that.” She said amusedly. “Because If he does…”

Suddenly she began tickling his sides and stomach, causing him to shriek and arch his back as he laughed brightly.

“He will destroy you by aiming for your weak spots.” She said as a matter of fact, no hint of joking whatsoever. Though If he looked at her face, He could see she was smirking.

“SAHAHAHAKURA! NOHOHOHOHO!” He flailed, laughing helplessly as he did.

“Come on, Makoto. This Is training. What do you do In this situation? I’ll give you a hint… I told you earlier.” She said, focusing her efforts on his stomach.

Makoto tried to rack his brain for the solution, but he couldn’t focus thanks to the merciless onslaught of tickles to his worst spot. “I DOHOHOHOHON’T KNOHOHOHOW!” He whined.

“Ooh! I know!” Hina raised her hand as though she was In class. “Aim for the joints, Right?”

“Yes.” Sakura relented her attack. “Whichever side he’s on, Raise the hand closest to him…”

Makoto brought his left arm up, still giggling under his breath as he waited for her instructions.

“And either chop his wrist, Or drive your elbow Into his inner elbow to send his arm away.” She explained. “From there, you should have a clear target. His stomach should be exposed. And he’s really sensitive there so It should trip him up enough for you to get the upper hand.” 

Makoto smirked mischievously. “Really?” Without waiting for her to say anything he darted his hands towards her midsection, But she saw this coming a mile away and caught his wrists. Stopping him with ease.

“Did you honestly think that would work?” Sakura chuckled, pulling the now incredibly nervous boy into her lap. 

“W-Wait! Sakura, I-I’m sorry!” He yelped, squirming. He couldn’t pull his wrists free no matter how much he tugged at them.

“Hmm… I’m not sure I believe you.” Sakura hummed thoughtfully. “I think you’re just sorry you were caught.”

Well, Technically she was right.

“Maybe this would be a good opportunity to teach you about teases. Seeing as though Mondo Is very weak to them.” She smirked.

Makoto’s eyes widened as he froze up. “Nononono! I know all about that! You don’t have to teach me!”

“Are you sure? I said I would help you beat Mondo, and this is a big part of that.” She began dragging her fingers across his side teasingly, making him tremble and giggle.

“Ihihihi’m good! I promise!” He giggled, blushing.

“I think you should tease him anyways! The little shit tried to tickle you. That’s my job!” Hina spoke up, outraged.

Sakura laughed lightly. “That would be the biggest mistake you’ll ever make. I will wreck you too.”

“Well yeah, duh. That’s part of the fun. I’m well aware of the risks.” Hina scoffed. 

“I think you may be a masochist, Hina.” Sakura smiled in exasperation at her friend before turning her attention back to Makoto. “But enough of that, What do you say I give you some good lines to use against him?” 

Makoto shook his head frantically. “Nohohoho!”

“But why not? Don’t you want to win against Mondo?” She hummed, forming a claw with her fingers and attacking his stomach. He screeched and threw his head back laughing. “Aw, Poor baby. Does this tickle~?”

“SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAKURAAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Makoto blushed bright red, burying his face in his arm.

“Please what? Please tickle you more? If you insist.” Sakura teased, vibrating her fingers into his sensitive belly.

Makoto let out another shriek as he laughed hysterically, tears welling up in the corner of his eyes already. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MEHEHEHERCY!” He cried out.

“Do you think Mondo Is going to have mercy on you? Why should I?” she asked, though she did lighten up to just gently brushing her fingers against his exposed stomach.

He laid there in her lap giggling and laughing like a damn fool.

“He’s going to tickle you to pieces and laugh about it.”

“Whahahahat’s your pohohohoint?” He laughed.

She stopped her attack and let go of his wrists, gently putting him back down on the floor. “My point Is, If you make snap judgements and move without thinking of the repercussions, You’ll lose.”

He laid on the floor giggling softly and recovering from the attack. 

“Your advantage In this fight will be that Mondo Is reactionary, He doesn’t think about his actions so you can plan for that. But that’s also your disadvantage. You have to be quick thinking and stay three steps ahead of him if you want to win.” 

Makoto nodded as he sat up. “Thanks Sakura… Do you think I should practice before I try to take him on?”

“It definitely wouldn’t hurt.” She replied.

Makoto glanced up at Hina. At that moment they both lunged at Sakura, Who again saw this coming a mile away. She caught Hina In one arm and Makoto In the other, She pinned their bodies against hers with their arms at their sides so they couldn’t escape. “Seriously? Again?” She sighed.

“Hina why did I let you tempt me Into this!?” Makoto complained, squirming helplessly.

“Hey, You should have known following my lead was a bad idea.” Hina giggled.

“I guess some people learn the hard way...”

“Nononono! Sakura wait! Wahahahahahait!”

“Aieeee! Sahahahahakuraaaa ihihit tihihickles!”

Sakura sighed, What was she going to do with these two idiots? Well apparently the answer Is tickle them nearly to death, Because that’s what happened.

[btsslowburnfic]

The Arrangement Chapter 5

Series Summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi.

Chapter Summary: You go to BigHit for your second interview and are surprised to learn the client is a familiar face. 

Author’s Note: TY everyone for reading <3 I am here for the awkward flirtation in this chapter XD

Previous chapter here ---------

You returned to your jobs for the next few days without hearing anything. On Tuesday you received an email **Google Calendar invitation: Audition/Final interview. Very Personal Assistant. BTS Corporate Accept/Decline**

You found yourself strangely nervous as you prepared for the interview. You didn’t actually think you would get this far. You picked out a basic black dress and some cute flats for the day before you left the house. Personal assistant/girlfriend/wife wasn’t exactly a job you had interviewed for before. You found it difficult to focus at your desk all morning; your stomach doing flip-flops. Would you be meeting with Dimples...er...Namjoon again or would you be meeting the client? You had said you didn’t care what the guy looked like, and that was true, but you would like to meet a person and speak to them before making such a big commitment. Before you knew it, the time had come. You hopped onto the subway and headed for the middle of the city.

You entered the BigHit Building with sweaty hands and were waived over to the front desk where a Security guard verified your information. Your throat was so dry you had difficulty answering basic questions. Great. You headed over to the elevator. As you were waiting for it to come down you noticed a tall man wearing a baseball cap stride confidently into the building and right past security. He walked over to the elevators and stood next to you. You glanced up at him. Holy shit that was the famous model, V.  You quickly looked back at the elevator door. You had totally forgotten that models worked here. I guess If I end up working here stuff like that is just normal, you thought to yourself.  The two of you entered the elevator.

“What floor?” He asked, his voice deeper than you would have guessed. You had only seen him in print ads, although you knew he had done some commercials as well.

“22nd please.” You willed your voice to stay calm. How dare a super gorgeous model invade your space and make you nervous when you were already nervous.

“Me too,” he flashed a smile. A very cute smile that made him almost look like a little kid.  He turned back to face the doors saving you from making any awkward small talk.

The ride lasted about a minute, with a few other people entering and exiting. By the time you arrived at the 22nd floor it was just the two of you again. V was a gentleman and gestured for you to exit before him. You did, but then you had to pause and decide which way to go. You looked for a directory. 

“Namjoon’s office is on the right, Jin’s is on the left. And since Jin is out of the country, I’m guessing you’re on your way to Namjoon’s.” V said as he strolled off the elevator and to the right.

“Thanks.” You follow him. “I am meeting with Mr. Kim today. I appreciate the directions.”

“Any time. Hey Jimin.” he said as the two of you entered a wide open area with couches, window views, and a large reception desk. A man who also looked like he could be a model was sitting there, his blonde hair styled absolutely perfectly. “Hey V.” He responded without looking up.

V looked over at you with a grin, pointing to Jimin, then shrugged his shoulders . He found this situation funny. You walked over to the desk. “Umm Excuse me. "

Jimin jumped back in his chair, very surprised. “Shit. where did you come from?”

“I’m so sorry,” you said, covering your mouth with your hands.  V laughed in the background. “We got off the elevator at the same time. You must not have seen or heard me.”

“V. You did that on purpose!” Jimin shouted around you, pointing his finger. V cackled and had a seat on one of the sofas.  

You were beginning to apologize again when you heard the office door open. You all froze.

 “What the hell is going on out here?” Namjoon asked, one hand still on the door. “[Y/N] I should have known.” Jimin turned around surprised that his boss was speaking to you so rudely and casually. “Get in here,” he gestured to the door opening. Jimin opened his mouth to try and explain the commotion, but you were already on your way to the door.

“Oh my God I’m here for an interview, not to get called into the principal’s office.” You responded as you passed Namjoon and into his office.

Jimin and V both stared at each other, determined not to laugh. 

Namjoon stood there with an irritated expression. “Always. Always with the mouth.” He said as you walked through the door. He looked back, “Jimin, hold my calls until I tell you.”

Jimin nods. The minute the door shut he and V started to wheeze while trying to laugh quietly.

V walked over to the desk . “Who is that?” 

“They’re interviewing assistants for Yoongi. The other girl left half an hour ago.” Jimin pauses for a second, “I can’t believe I yelled "shit" at her.”

V laughed again. “She doesn’t seem like the type to be easily offended. So she’s probably a perfect assistant for Yoongi.”

“That’s true.” Jimin agreed. 

On the other side of the door you were still congratulating yourself on your quip against Namjoon when you were surprised to see a familiar face. It was the guy who left his headphones behind last week. Today he was dressed nicer, wearing jeans and a shirt with a vest. His hair was longer than you would have guessed, now that it was free from the black baseball cap. You felt your heart begin to speed up even more.

You had gotten so caught up in accidentally scaring the poor receptionist and messing with Namjoon you had forgotten you were nervous. A fact that you were very much aware of at this exact moment. Your hands were wet and sweaty again and your throat became dry.

“[Y/N] this is music producer Min Yoongi. Aka Suga. Aka the client.” Namjoon gestured to the shorter man and then walked around to the other side of his room, taking a seat at his desk.

You stand there for a few seconds, taking it all in, and then remember that you are being interviewed. You force something out, "Hey there stranger." 

He smirked, “Hey. Welcome to round 2 of the interview I guess.” He sounded almost shy. Which didn’t match his facial expression. 

“Thanks. Are you our chaperone? " You called over to Namjoon who was sitting there barely paying attention to the meeting and scrolling through his phone

" Something like that. Pretend I’m not even here.”

"OK. Well it's nice to officially meet you, Min Yoongi. I'm Y/N. I'd shake your hand but mine are so very sweaty. " You said before you were able to censor yourself. 

You heard Namjoon sigh as your lack of decorum. Yoongi just continued on as though everything was normal. 

"You as well.” He put his hands in his pockets and rocked on his feet slightly. “First of all, do you have any questions for me?" 

You weren't expecting the interview to begin like that. But there definitely were some questions you had about all of this. 

"Ooo I get to interview you? This is unexpected.” You paused for several seconds, pursing your lips together in thought, “Ok. I got it! First question: You're good looking. You seem nice enough. I’m guessing you have a pretty good job if you’re working here, so….what's wrong with you? 

Yoongi stood there for a minute with his mouth open. To your surprise, he responded in a whiny voice," Why would you ask me something like that?" He sounded much younger and more casual than he had before and started to rub the back of his neck.

He turned back to Namjoon, “You weren’t kidding.”

Namjoon just raised his eyebrows, still scrolling.

You scoffed," You told me to ask you questions. An arranged marriage was your first choice? Really?" 

Yoongi tried to play it cool. He had come up with his BigHit-sanctioned backstory. "Namjoon, where did you find this girl again?” You couldn't tell if he was joking or not.

"I picked her up in a bar. I warned you. You pulled her resume," he said almost bored. "Although it is refreshing to have her go after someone else for a change." 

You rolled your eyes. "Why tell me to ask you questions if you didn't want to answer them?" 

Yoongi shrugged, ready to sell the lie. "It makes sense. I gave a list of what I liked and the agency picked you. I'm busy. I'm not interested in dating, but due to circumstances beyond my control I am in need of a long term companion. Someone to attend events with me, travel with me, etcetera etcetera. You read the job description. "

"You want someone to act like your girlfriend?" You asked. Yoongi pulled at his shirt sleeves and hesitated for a moment.

He didn't actually want any of this bullshit, but for the sake of his career and with Namjoon sitting right there, he didn't have a lot of options. He took a deep breath. "Yes. That. I mean a wife would be ideal so we could just skip over all that courtship nonsense."

A dry laugh escaped your lips, "A true romantic. I'm touched, really." You realized the two of you were both still standing. This was by far the strangest interview you had ever been on. "I'm curious as to what your desired qualifications were outside of liking music and a proficiency in Microsoft Word." 

Yoongi paused for a minute, feeling his cheeks blush a little. Surely a little honesty wouldn't hurt. "Ahhh well you see, I can't reveal all of that to you. But you definitely stood out in the interview process.”

You smirked. "Really? What stands out about an average-looking girl that curses too much and drinks waaaay too much shitty coffee?" 

"Shitty coffee wasn't on the list but surely you met most of my criteria or you wouldn't be here." He cleared his throat. "Now it's my turn to ask some questions. Let's start where you did: tell me, what's wrong with you?"

You fidgeted slightly. You sure as hell weren’t going to go into the whole situation with Suho. "My parents are gone and left me and my younger siblings with no money. We're living in a cramped apartment with my aunt and niece. I want to send my sister and brother to school and I want my brother to not have to sleep on the floor or couch every night.” Your honest answers flooded out of you, “I didn't think this offer was real. I figured it would be some weird sex pervert thing or something illegal but I figured it couldn't hurt to go to the interview since it was at a Cafe."

To your absolute shock he responds, "Who says I'm not some weird sex pervert?" He swipes his lips with a tongue.

He had seemed almost shy until about two seconds ago. You kept the same expression you had been wearing. Two could play that game. Your years of bartending made you fluent in flirting. You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly, "Guess we'll find out on the wedding night. I need to get back to work soon. Do you have any more questions for me?"

Yoongi was still slightly shocked by the last exchange the two of you had had and he just shook his head.

Namjoon got up from his desk. " Good, I can’t take much more of you two lovebirds discussing your future sex life. Well if that's all, you're free to go. We'll be in touch." 

You picked up your bag and looked over at Yoongi who was looking down and blushing (?!). "I'd say it was nice to meet you but honestly it's just been really fucking weird." 

He laughed and you noticed he has a very unique smile, full of small straight teeth and the tiniest bit of his gums. Cute. He looked back up, his cheeks still a little pink. "I guess if it works out I'll have my people call your people." 

You smiled back, "Yeah, yeah something like that. See you later. Or never again. Bye" 

“You’re not supposed to say the word “fucking” in a job interview Tokki, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Yoongi heard Namjoon scold you on the way out the door as he closed it behind him.

You pouted your lips, “Whatever. I think Mr. Min liked it. And are we back to nicknames again Asshole?I thought we were trying to keep it professional here.”

He rolls his eyes but you can tell he’s trying not to smile. “Oh my God just leave. I’ll email you more information soon.” 

You looked around and found the reception area empty with a little "out of office" sign on the desk. You had wanted to apologize for the interruption earlier. Oh well. You realized that Namjoon had told you he would be emailing you. And you had definitely got a good vibe from the interview, as weird as it had been. You got onto the elevator. You decided you would need to at least tell your Aunt soon about the job you might get so she wouldn’t be totally blind-sided if you moved out. 

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"So…" Namjoon asked as he re-entered his office, "Were either of those ladies tolerable? I mean… I know the second one isn't really tolerable on a good day but it seemed like it went well.”

"Yeah. Hire her. Thanks." Yoongi responded, trying to ensure his voice remained emotionless. "When is her start date?"

Namjoon was pleasantly surprised at how easy this part of the process is going. "If she accepts she could begin Monday, but she would probably want to give her other jobs two weeks notice, and she has to move. So realistically, two to three weeks" 

"OK…" Yoongi said, coming to terms that this was actually happening.

"I'll draw up the paperwork and send it to her tomorrow and let you know." Namjoon replied. He realized this was the longest he and Yoongi had ever had a conversation without arguing about something. 

"Yeah OK," Yoongi headed towards the door. "Later." 

Yoongi passed through the empty reception area and down to his studio. He put his head in his hands and sighed. So this was happening. Fine. [Y/N] seemed nice enough. Her heart was in the right place. She hadn't even mentioned herself when the reason she wanted the job came up. He could deal with this. He sat down at his computer to try and get some actual work done today. NEXT CHAPTER

@lidda  @anpanman-sonyeondan  @firefairy1  @cuteipat​  @sugaslittlekookies

[dirtyoatmeall]

Strawberry Mentos (Yamaguchi x Reader)

A/N: I’ve been listening to this song so much, it makes me so soft. If you haven;t already, go stream Strawberry Mentos by Leanna Firestone! I am in love with our freckled boy. I hope you guys enjoy. @hikari-writes I hope you like this!!

The jist of it: You finally get to meet your soulmate, Yamaguchi

Pairing: Yamaguchi x Reader (gn I’m pretty sure)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: None, fluff :)

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You were hopelessly in love with your soulmate. From the moment you had that first conversation on your forearm, you were hooked. You were able to communicate with your soulmate when you turned 13, anything you wrote or drew on your skin shows up on theirs, and vice versa. You remember the giddy feeling you felt during lunch when you and your friends passed around a pen, writing various things on your bodies for your soulmates to see. You had decided to write a simple ‘hi :^)’ on your wrist. Almost immediately you saw ink blossom, forming ‘hello XD’ in a surprisingly neat handwriting. You squealed like any other 13 year old would, showing your friends and talking about what you thought your soulmates were like.

From that day on, you and your soulmate talked daily, greetings in the morning, funny things that happened during the day, and sweet goodnights after the day had ended. The two of you talked about anything and everything, listing your likes and dislikes, your hopes and dreams. Over the next two years he became one of your best friends, even though the two of you had yet to meet. You had made it a habit to write little statements of encouragement on your arm when he would be playing volleyball, knowing your soulmate was insecure on his abilities. You remember how happy he was when he got on his high school team with his friend, talking about two other first years and how crazy good they are. You also remember his surprise when you told him you were joining your high school’s team as the manager, writing to him how he had gotten you interested in the sport and how you hoped the two of you would get to meet.

You smiled as you finished writing the ‘you got this service ace <3’ on your wrist and got back to the task at hand. Which was to get Lev to stop whining and to practice his receives. You were Nekoma’s manager, and unfortunately that meant being Lev’s babysitter occasionally. You sighed and put your hand on your hips, staring down at the first year, who was currently on the floor. “Lev! We have the training camp coming up, don’t you want to show your friend how much you’ve grown?” You smirked as your words worked their charm, the teen scrambling up to join Yaku in practice. You walked around some more, making sure no one needed anything, and filling in when needed.

You sat on the bench and glanced at your arm when you felt the tell-tale feeling of your soulmate writing back. ‘Our coach told us were going to a training camp in Tokyo! Is your team going?’ You gasped at the words, catching the attention of your team, who were enjoying a water break. You jumped up from the bench, hopping excitedly. Kuroo looked at you quizzically, eyebrow raised, “What’s gotten into you, (Y/N)?” You smiled, giddy feeling spreading throughout your body. “My soulmate is coming to our training camp! He just got the news from his coach! I get to meet him Kuroo!” You were shaking the captains shoulders by the time you finished talking, feeling energized, like you could take on anything. Kuroo laughed, grabbing your wrists to steady you. “Oh really? What’s his name, maybe we know him.” You stopped in your tracks, feeling stupid, Of course! Why didn’t you think of that earlier, Nekoma had played every team coming to the training camp, they must’ve played his. “His name is Yamaguchi Tadashi! He plays for a school in Miyagi, Karasuno I think.”

You were surprised at the feedback you immediately got, Lev and Yamamoto yelling about some of their friends, even Kenma looked up at you, which only confused you more. “I take it then you guys have played against them? Did you meet him, what was he like?” Kai is the one to respond to you, everyone else too busy talking about the rivalry between the two teams. Kuroo even went as far as to compare the two of you to Romeo and Juliet. You rolled your eyes at the captain, thanking Kai for his help before Yaku speaks up. “Uh, (Y/N)? Did you ever respond to him?” You blanched and scrambled for a pen, completely forgetting to respond to him in all of the excitement. ‘Oops sorry I got excited and forgot to reply lol, but yeah! We are hosting the training camp! I’m super exited to meet you!’ You smiled brightly, excitement not dimming, as you got back to practice, you were finally going to meet your soulmate.

In Miyagi, Yamaguchi thought he was going to have a heart attack. When he saw that you were indeed going to be at the training camp he got nervous, what if you didn’t like him? What if you thought he played bad and didn’t want to be soulmates anymore. Could you choose not to be soulmates anymore?! Sensing his friends distress, Tsukishima sighed and flicked Yamaguchi’s forehead, bringing the teen out of his spiral. “Oi, stop freaking out, they’re your soulmate, of course they’re going to like you.” Yamaguchi exhaled, know Tsukki was right, determination filling him. He was finally going to meet you.

The days seemed to fly by, and soon enough you were standing outside the gym with your team, eagerly awaiting Karasunos arrival. You fidgeted with your hands as you saw the bus approach. You knew what he looked like from your teammates descriptions and fuck, he sounded cute. Yaku laid a reassuring hand on your shoulder, trying to help ease some of your nerves.

You watched as the team shuffled out of the bus, watching for a mop of green hair and- wow, your team did not do him justice one bit. Kuroo snorted when he saw your open mouth expression. “Well? Are you going to go greet your soulmate?” You flushed, watching Yamaguchi look around before his gaze settled on your team. They approached and you cleared your throat, remembering you still had manager duties. “Welcome! My name is (Y/N), I’m the manager, thank you for coming!” The team echoed a greeting back, two of them going to talk to Yamamoto, and you went to go help their managers when Inuoka stopped you. “We’ll help them (Y/N), go say hi already geez.” You smiled nervously at him, turning to look at the guest team, most of which had already followed Kuroo inside, except for a few who were either talking to Hinata or Yamamoto. You furrowed your brow, you didn’t see him anymore, did he not realize it was you? Before you could move inside, a hand gently placed itself on your shoulder.

You whipped around and once again, were speechless. He had a nervous smile on his face, blush highlighting his freckles. God, he was beautiful, you thought. How in the world did you get so lucky. You coughed awkwardly when you realized you had been staring. You smiled up at him, and it felt like everything else just melted away. “Wow, you’re a lot taller than I thought you’d be.” You sighed breathlessly. He snickered, and you knew then, you were absolutely going to marry him.

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You smiled fondly at the memory of when you first met Tadashi, looking at the grocery list you had written on your arm, forgetting to bring paper with you. You watched as a few items had been added, in your husbands handwriting, throwing a few packs of black licorice in the basket for him. You were looking in the aisle for something else, when a pair of arms snaked around your waist, startling you. You yelped, and turned around to smack his chest, shaking your head fondly at his giggles. He held you closer, kissing your forehead. He moved to intertwine your hands, reaching over you to grab a few packs of what you were looking for. He tossed the Strawberry Mentos into the basket, squeezing your intertwined hands and pulling you along to the next aisle, mumbling about what he wanted to make for dinner tonight. You tugged on his hand, stopping him next to the pasta section. He raised a brow at you, and you only smiled, tugging him into a kiss, pinching his cheek as you did so. He smiled into the kiss and a familiar warmth spread through you, yeah, you were definitely in love with your soulmate.

[marvel-chubbybucky-hoe]

Ungrateful?

Hey there :) Just randomly found your blog and I would die for some Loki x Reader fluff/angst written for me. Like maybe Loki takes the Human!Reader with him to Asgard to live there. But the longer they live there, the more the Reader misses Midgard. You know, like the Reader tries really hard to feel home in Asgard, but just is quite homesick. So they are in a romantic relationship for a while now and Loki tries to make it better for the Reader. I hope I explained it understandably xD I actually tried writing this today, but kind of failed, maybe I´ll try in a few days again, but I would love to read your version, because I need this scenario! So: It would be so kind if you would write something for me ^^ ~Ash 

Relationship: Loki Laufeyson / Reader

Tags: angst, fluff, angst to fluff, feelings, self doubt, guilt, shapeshifting, Thor and Loki are your typical siblings, reader is harsh on herself, dating Loki, Loki is the sweetest, Loki being cute

Words: 3892

A/n: I honestly don’t know why this took me so long. I was out of wifi for a little and had to take care of my dog (he got vaccinated and felt a little down :( ) But here it is. I hope you like it. Loads of love 

Loki had met you after Thor convinced him that Midgardians were fun to be around when drunk and furthermore Thor was concerned for Loki. The god of mischief has never before been so quiet. Frigga had begged for Odin to release her son from prison, because she was worried for him. The Allfather agreed, although reluctantly, but Loki had kept to himself.

He was scared of returning to Midgard after he attacked the planet while under the influence of the mind stone. Thor comforted him and promised to stay by his side and even though he would never admit this, Loki felt reassured.

While on Midgard, Loki felt people stare at him, heard the whispers and saw the scared looks on people’s faces. He was embarrassed, but Thor’s booming voice distracted him. 

You were on of Jane’s interns and welcomed Loki with open arms, slightly drunk. After Jane slapped him, you stumbled over to him and hugged him “Don’t hit him, he looks so sad”, you yelled and pouted at him.

And ever since that day Loki’s infatuation with you started to grow and developed into love eventually. He became happier and healthier and finally asked you to join him on Asgard. You were ecstatic to join your love on his home planet.

And it was great. The Asgardians treated you kindly and you were in love with the architecture and culture. The best thing of course, was the vast amount of time you could spend with Loki. He let you in on his mind, his fears and his past, which led you to angrily yelling at Odin until Frigga gently pulled you away. You cried into her arms while she guided you back to Loki’s chamber.

Your prince engulfed you and Frigga in a hug and let you let all your emotions out. You looked up at him and put your had on his cheek “I will never let anyone hurt you ever again” Loki looked back down at you and had to hold back tears, putting his hand over yours.

After your outburst, Odin felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. Seeing Loki being fully loved and the positive influence it has on his mental health made him realize his mistakes in raising and parenting his younger son.

Odin has since tried to slowly regain Loki’s trust and rebuild their relationship. Loki didn’t show it openly, but he told you how excited he is over finally making his father proud. 

And everything had been great, really, until you suddenly felt numb. You couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but something was off. It took you a while to figure out, but when you were out with Sif and you swooned about Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic and were met with a face of confusion, that you realized you were homesick.

It made you feel so guilty. Loki brought you here out of love, he poured out his heart for you and what did you do? You were an ungrateful brat that wanted to return to earth .You felt so horrible that you couldn’t even look into Loki’s eyes.

Instead, you spend most of your time in the palace garden crying your eyes out. You missed your old apartment, and the smell of fresh baked cinnamon rolls from the bakery downstairs. You missed your little uncomfortable bed and your teddy, the view out of your window and your movie collection. 

When you returned to the palace and saw Loki again, you had tears pooling in your eyes again out of guilt. He would come towards you and gently presses his lips to your temple and smile at you “I’m so happy you’re here, my Queen”, he’d whisper like he did every evening. You sat down with him and his hand never left your thigh. 

You managed to stop your tears for eight more days, before you excused yourself from the table to run for your favourite bench to cry. That’s were you find yourself now, sobbing into your hands in your Asgardian robe. You hear footsteps behind you and tense, dreading the conversation that is surely going to ensue. 

“My queen?”, Loki asks, his voice quiet and scared. His tone makes you whimper. All you had been doing lately was making your beautiful boyfriend scared and sad. You are a horrible girlfriend. Instead of supporting him, you are bringing him down out of your own selfishness. 

Loki sits down next to you and gently takes your hands into his. “Please, tell me what has been bothering you? I cannot stand to see you this miserable”, he pleads with you. You take a shuddering breath and look up at him “I’m sorry, my prince, so, so sorry”, you begin to sob again, “I never meant for this to happen! Please forgive my selfishness”

A sigh comes from him and he puts an arm around your shoulders, “My love, you don’t need to apologize for your feelings, however I wish to help you. Please enlighten me what is darkening your beautiful mind?” You continue to cry into your hands “It’s just…”, you look at him, “I miss home and I’m so sorry. You give me everything and I can’t even appreciate you properly!” His embrace usually brings you comfort, but now it only serves to deepen your guilt.

You bury your face in your hands once more “ I’m so horrible, such a bad girlfriend. I’m so sorry!”  Loki is shocked by your words. He knew something was bothering you, he’d be a terrible boyfriend if he didn’t, but that you were feeling so low made his heart ache. 

Loki pulls you closer to him and snakes his arms around your waist “My queen, you should have told me. It was never my intention to make you sad like this. If you desire to return to earth, I will let you go, not that you need my permission” Your head shoots up “No! You’re what makes me happy. I could never be happy without you. This must be some phase, maybe it’s the weather. Yeah, that’s it! This will be over soon, my prince I promise. I should lay down.” You stand up and kiss Loki, before smiling at him, “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine”

Loki sits on the bench dumbfounded, watching your retreating figure. He scoffed. After this encounter he will obviously worry about you. And what he is going to do might not be his proudest moment, but he will surely do everything in his power to find out how he can help you. 

That’s how he finds himself transformed as Fandral. You and him had quickly developed a friendship, surprisingly enough. Loki was sure he can get to the root of your problem in this form. He quickly struts towards your shared chamber and knocks politely.

„Lady Y/n? Are you in there?“, he hollers. After a few seconds, you answer „I am, come in Fandral“ Loki enters, sees you sitting on the bed and cocks his head towards the space next to you. “Yes, of course, sit please“, you mumble, a nervous habit of yours. Loki sits next to you and places a hand on your knee. You look at him and see his compassionate eyes and know that you can trust him. “I saw you running off on Loki earlier. Are you okay?“

You sigh. “I’m just so homesick. I miss being on earth and being surrounded by people who understand society the same way as me“, you glance at Fandral “no offence“ Loki smiles at you,“none taken, but maybe you should specify what you miss exactly?“ You rub your hands over your thighs slowly,“I miss my movies, my apartment, human cooking, the culture, you know?“

Loki sheepishly grins „I don’t, but I guess that’s the issue, huh?“ You shoot him a look „Fandral! I trust you with my problems and all you do is this?“, you exclaim, but can’t fend off a smile. He shrugs and smiles, while ruffling your hair, “That’s what I do, Lady Y/n“

After a while, Loki exits your chambers and rushes towards a quiet place to shift back to his original form as Loki. He was now aware of what had been bothering you so much and a loose plan is already forming in his head, but he would need Thor’s help. He knew more about Midgardians than Loki, so he would surely have an answer.

He walks towards the dining hall, hoping his family was still around and bumped into the God of Thunder on his way. “Brother, what leads you to running around like you’re fleeing from this realm’s fury?“, he chuckles and slings an arm over Loki’s smaller frame. “I need your help, brother. It concerns Lady Y/n’s well being.“, the younger prince discloses.

Thor halts to look at Loki, who is looking at him desperately. “Well, what is it, then?“ Loki tells the story to Thor, who looks to be in deep thought. After a moment, the older one grins, “I’ve got it. We should visit Midgard.. We can go to Lady Y/n’s old apartment and grab some of her valuables. Maybe it’ll make her feel better!“.

And that’s what they do. They meet up with Jane who gives Loki the key to your apartment. “Tell her that I love her, yes?“, she smiles, before Thor and her take off. Loki makes his way to your flat and pauses at the door. Hopefully, he’ll find enough to make you happy again. He puts the key in the hole and turns it to enter.

The first thing his eyes fall upon are some of your old coats. He reaches out to touch the fabric. It’s thick and sturdy and must surely keep one warm. He takes it off the rack and fold it into a bag he brought. Loki moves further into your home and walks into the kitchen. You mentioned you missed the Midgardian food, so he rummages through your cupboards until he finds a cooking book.

He opens it and some yellowish handwritten recipes fall out. They must have been from your ancestors. Loki reads over them quickly. There’s apple pie, a veggie lasagna, cheesecake among others. They must hold a special place in your heart, if you’re still keeping them. He puts the recipes back into the book and places it into the bag. He’ll have to buy some ingredients for the Asgardian chefs, so they can cook these recipes.

He continues to wander through your apartment and find himself in your living room. On the shelf are pictures that show you and different people. One shows you as a toddler, grinning toothily on a man’s lap, probably your father. Loki smiles at the picture. You were a cute child and he was happy your father seemed to love and care for you. He puts this and few other pictures in the bag.

His gaze falls on a stack of movies an cds. Right, he should get you some. You often talked about these so called ‘classics’, so  he browses through them and looks for titles that seem familiar. He ends up with Titanic, Groundhog Day and The Shining, because he vaguely remembers you talking about them. He randomly grabs some more – he can’t help but shake his head at some of the titles, like seriously what kind of name is Willy Wonka – and puts them in the bag.

On his way to your bathroom he also takes a fluffy warm blanket with him. Your bathroom is small and Loki can’t help, but laugh at the rubber duck that’s sitting in your sink. He picks it up and raises it to his face to inspect it. He squeezes it and immediately drops it after it makes a squeaking noise. He glares at the duck and taps it with his boot, before he reluctantly picks it up again and puts it in his bag.

The bathroom doesn’t hold anymore things Loki deems worthy, but a bottle of perfume which makes him remember your smell when you first met. A mixture of lemon, flowers and sweat that he hasn’t realized he missed so badly. Loki then sashays into your bedroom, the memory filling him with child like joy. Upon entering your chamber, he stops to an abrupt halt and holds his breath. The room has your name written all over it. He feels like he’s trespassing into a sacred temple. After he let his eyes roam he lets out the breath he has been holding and rolls his shoulders.

Your old bed catches his attention. It is made just like you do it to your shared bed on Asgard. He lays down on it and breathes in the barely noticeable scent of you and rubs over the bed sheets with his hands. Suddenly, tears are gathering in his eyes and before he can stop them, they are falling down his cheeks. He didn’t notice how much your sadness had been bringing him down.

You are the love of his life and the thought of you, so lifeless and sad makes his heart ache. He cannot lose you. Oh lord, does he hope his little adventure will pay off. He just wants you to be happy again. Loki breathes your scent in deeply, before he wipes away his tears and sits up determined to bring your joy back.

He is about to jump into action when his eyes meet the two button eyes of a brown teddy. It has open arms and a heart on his chest that reads 'press me’. Loki reaches for the bear and follows the instructions, “Hi, I’m Pongo and I already know we’ll be the best of friends”, the teddy says. Loki watches the stuffed toy suspiciously, but then sees you hugging the bear and talking to him and he lets out a giggle. You truly are adorable.

The bear lands in the bag and Loki searches for more of your things. He finds a photo album of you and Jane on your desk. He looks through the pages and stops at a picture of you kissing Jane with a bottle of Midgardian alcohol in your hand. Loki can’t help but playfully shake your head, he had rarely seen you so carelessly. The album also goes in the bag, along with some of your clothes he likes – especially the lingerie – a poster, your guitar and some technological things (“it’s a play station”, you later clarify). He also find some seeds that you’ll maybe have fun with planting and caring for.

He looks through your flat again to see if he missed something and smiles confidently when he doesn’t find anything. He disguises himself as a Midgardian to buy the ingredients necessary for your recipes, before he meets up with Thor and Jane.

“Did you find everything you need?”, she asks. “Yes, I think so. However, I thought I wouldn’t see you again so soon, Lady Jane” Thor laughs at his brother and pulls him to his side, “Jane will join us for a little. We thought Lady Y/n might enjoy to see her again”. Loki thinks about that and nods, “That’s true. Good thinking, brother. I cannot believe I get to see such a miracle with my own eyes” A smirk flashes on the younger god’s face. Thor gracefully ignores the insult and instead hollers for Heimdall to take them back.

The bifrost brings them back safely. “Thor, Loki, Lady Jane, welcome on Asgard”, Heimdall’s voice sounds deep and calm as usual. Thor nods at the gatekeeper and turns to Loki, “Jane and I will go find Lady Y/n. You may execute your wishes in regard of what you have planned for your dame” Loki nods, but cannot help but roll his eyes at his brother. Like he actually needed his permission. He does however pursue his plan.

The sun is already setting when you return to your chamber. You spent the day with Jane and Thor. You missed her greatly and you had a lot of catching up to do, but you had a blast with the couple. However, seeing how loved up they are and how they were always touching or staring into each others eyes made you realize how much you also missed Loki. You shut him out, because you thought you were homesick, but seeing Thor and Jane made you understand that your prince was actually what you missed when you continued to feel worse.

When you enter your bedroom, you expect to see Loki laying on your bed. Instead you see Pongo, your old teddy sitting on his pillow. You smile and hug the toy, when you notice a note on his back. It was sticking to the fur, but you managed to get it off just fine.

My dear Y/n,

I know you have been feeling rather poorly, so I planned this evening to hopefully make you feel better. You are an impeccable woman, my Queen, and whenever something concerns you, I have an insatiable desire to make you feel elated, as you deserve to be. I am the most fortunate man in all the nine realms to have you by my side. If you are willing to see me, find me at your favourite tree in the royal garden.

PS There are some clothes in the wardrobe you might appreciate.

In love,

Loki

You are smiling at the end of his letter and open the wardrobe where you see many of your old clothes, hung neatly next to your Asgardian ones. You change into some comfortable leggings and a comfortable baggy sweater and immediately rush to the magnificent weeping willow near the back of the garden, Pongo secure in your arms. The branches fall gracefully towards the ground and the nearby lake is shimmering in a golden glow. You reach out to move the leaves and step into the secluded area under the tree. A sight you never dreamed of seeing awaits you.

Loki sits on a fluffy blanket, definitely the one your grandma gifted you on Christmas some years ago, a basket is next to him and the air smells of delicious food, it’s familiar, but you can’t point your finger at it. Your boyfriend smiles at you lovingly and stands up to grab your free hand, “My Queen, you made it”

You look him in the eye to try and find an answer, “Loki, what is all this?” He guides you to sit on the blanket and blushes. “You’ve been feeling so low and I could not bear to see you like this, so I may have taken on Fandral’s form to find out how I could console you.” You raise an eyebrow at him and he shrugs with a sheepish smile on his face, “and then Thor and I traveled to Midgard and Jane gave me a key to your old home and I tried to bring you some of your valuables that might make you happy again. You used to e so cheerful and I desire to give you a feeling of elation”

You stare at him blankly. “Y/n, are you alri-”, he starts, but you cut him off with a hug, “That’s so nice of you and a little creepy, for just going through my stuff, but I know you meant well”, you take his face between your face, “but we’ll talk about this later. Now, I just want you to kiss me, my prince”

With your eyes closed you lean in and press your lips to his gently. His cold lips move with yours in sync and his hands move to your hips to pull you closer. You keep the kiss sweet and Loki sighs into the kiss eventually. “I love you, my Queen”, he whispers against your lips. You smile and open your eyes to find him looking at you. Your forehead meets his and you grin, “I love you too, my prince”

After a minute or so, Loki pulls away and takes one of your hand in his larger one and presses a kiss on your wrist, before he turns to the basket, “I hope you’re hungry, my Queen” You try to look into the basket, but Loki’s body blocks your view. After a moment he lays down a veggie lasagna that look suspiciously like your grandfather’s. You gasp and smile brightly.

“You brought my cooking books?” Loki plates two pieces and smiles, “You mentioned you missed the cuisine, so I thought you might enjoy this” You hum and kiss his cheek, “You’re the best”

You silently enjoy the food and being in your boyfriend’s company. You’re still in awe of how much Loki has done to make you feel better. After you finished, Loki takes out your great aunts cheesecake. “So… desert?”, he asks and you gape at him. He puts the cake down and takes out some of your movies, “or do you want to head inside to view one of these?” You open and close your mouth a few times before you grab the basket and look into it.

You find your play station, your Titanic poster, some of your seeds, some family photos and your pressed wool coat. “I also brought your guitar and your perfume”, Loki adds to your discovery. Tears start to pool in your eyes and you throw yourself at him and bury your face into his neck. “Thank you so much, Loki. This means a lot to me”. He hugs you to him and rubs your back softly. “Anything for you, my Queen”

You showed Loki 'The Notebook’ that evening and you both cried a little, not that Loki would admit to it, and now you’re laying on his chest and draw circles into his chest hair. “You know, seeing Jane today and hearing her talk about life back on earth, I realized that I didn’t actually miss earth. I just missed an idealized version of earth.”, you tell your boyfriend. “How do you mean?”

“I guess I started to miss Jane and then I thought about our memories which I then compared to similar things on Asgard. And I guess I just preferred things how I learned them to be, when I actually prefer Asgard. Most people here are kinder and form a community and there’s significantly less hate among the people. I feel right at home here”, you state and look to Loki to gauge his reaction. He smiles.

“I’m happy you feel that way, my queen, but why didn’t you tell me?” You sigh. “When I realized I missed earth I felt so guilty, because you do so much for me and I felt like I was disappointing you. I now realize that my feelings are valid and that I can talk to you. I’m sorry” Loki gently swipes your hair out of your face, “Hey, don’t be sorry for your feelings and acting irrationally because of them. I’ve been there before”, he says which makes you giggle.

“But seriously, please always remember you can talk to me. You are the most important person in my life and I never want to lose you”, he whispers vulnerably. “I promise I’ll talk to you in the future”, you answer and pull him down to kiss you.

“I love you, my Queen”

“I love you too, my prince”

[oumiyuki]

Cassandra Week

Summary: Rapunzel declares it Cassandra Week. Her little, not so little, round-about way to getting Cass to know that she loves her and wants her.

Pairing: Cassandra x Rapunzel (Cassunzel) 

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Friends to Lovers

Words: 3275

Read me at AO3 too~

Author Notes

I’m hooked on them. Yes, I am.

I love Cassandra. Yes, I do.

And this is because of you, Parker >w< @pikawaifu

May you enjoy~ XD

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Rapunzel wakes naturally on her own. Eyes open wide and alert as she was excited to wake since she went to sleep last night.

It’s the day!

Pascal wheels down from above and they exchanged a knowing look.

“It’s Cassandra Week, Pascal! You know what that means right~?” The Princess was up and hyped, more so than any other day; and that says a lot.

Ohhhh!! I am so excited!!

Pascal nods with almost equal enthusiasm as he liked it when his best friend was smiling and ready to whip up something crazy together. Pascal follows Rapunzel as she headed in the direction of her canvases.

“First we gotta paint--”

The big and tall doors she was getting used to open in a swift motion and the girl she loves seeing first thing in the morning strides in. Except...

“First, we get you changed and hair brushed, Raps.” Cassandra had her serious face on.

Right. Cass is always on lady-in-waiting mode unless I do something.

Rapunzel lets her lady-in-waiting pull her behind the screen divider, putting her in a new, clean dress and got her many, many, many metres long of hair into a lovely braid. Still long but long good. Especially with the flowers added in.

Cass always knows what I like~

Rapunzel has a humming in her heart as her cheery mood only spikes with Cass in the room. “Good morning, Cass~”

Cassandra pats the dress straight. “Morning. And it’s time for-”

“I requested little duties today!” Rapunzel beams; eager to hear the good news of affirmation.

For painting!

“Yes, but you still got these...” Cass hands Rapunzel a piece of paper which opened to be a long list, again.

Rapunzel sighs. Cass observing her reaction over her shoulder before smiling slightly, walking back to Raps. “But...”

Cass points at various parts of the list. Rapunzel’s eyes widen just as her smile does and she throws her arms around the unsuspecting girl.

“Raps!”

Rapunzel laughs heartily, ignoring Cassandra’s groans of protests at being glomped. “Thank you for scheduling my painting hours!”

Cassandra does her I’ve-got-your-back smile which the blonde loves. “It wasn’t hard to convince everyone else that you’re doing something sophisticated with those ink.”

“Lots of thoughts and feelings and love in them!” Rapunzel chips in, hand spreading wide as she twirled happily around the room.

For you~ And those I paint for~

“Breakfast first.” Cass opened the door for the princess to exit.

Rapunzel skips out, exposing her bare feet.

The princess turns, knowing she’s caught but she does a big shrug. And Cass with her fine browns raised shook her head with a smile. Letting Pascal exit the room before she closes the door.

.

.

.

Rapunzel steps outside where her parents are at the table already eating.

“Hi mom, dad.” Rapunzel gives them each a huge smile as she gets in her seat, picking up her fork and knife to get some food in her stomach.

The King smiles as she ate, happy to see his daughter safe and jolly. He shares a look with his wife.

“Rapunzel.” The Queen calls for her daughter’s attention.

“Yewearh?” Rapunzel forgetting her manners responds with her mouth full of food. Seeing her mom give a look, she turns sheepish. “Sorry.”

“You seem to be in a very good mood today... Is there any reason?” The Queen throws her question to her daughter before taking another bite of her scrambled eggs.

“Oh! I am in a good mood, mom!” The Princess’s smile only grows bigger as she stabs the meat on the plate, surprising her mom just a little and her dad a lot.

“Care to tell what got you in such a jolly mood?” The Queen returns an amused smile.

Rapunzel swallows and announces, “It’s Cassandra Week!”

The King and Queen traded looks - this time both were puzzled.

Rapunzel hops to her feet. “Thank you for the meal. You’ll all find out what’s going on soon enough! Bye dad, bye mom!”

And Rapunzel was off.

 Rapunzel was never one to be able to hide her excitement for anything. And so, it did not take long for the castle to be bustling with whispers and loud chatters about Cassandra Week.

Cassandra was dumbfounded when Pete the guard says he looks forward to the occasion. She hid her puzzlement behind a quick nod and “I got to go.”

Knowing Rapunzel’s full schedule, she knew the Princess’s sitting class should be over and she would be back in her room – that was where the onyx-haired girl rushed to.

“Raps!” Cassandra starts the moment she opens the door.

“Hi, Cass~” Rapunzel hums thoughtfully after a bubbly greeting, eyes back on her canvas, brush in hand.

“Not Hi Cass~ What do you mean Cassandra Week?” Cassandra was confused, amused...but mostly confused as she stood, arms crossed in front of Rapunzel for answers.

“It’s a week to appreciate you. Is what it means.” Rapunzel faces her best friend with an eager smile and sparkle in her eyes.

“And...who said so?” Cassandra was not buying this, and would rather not have this embarrassing sounding week occur.

“I did!” Rapunzel had that big twinkle in her eye again and that usual ‘that’s how it is’ way of speaking. Cass uncrossed her arms.

“But you’ll be the only one who knows this? And the only one doing something? Isn’t that weird?” Cass tries to bring up questions to lessen the uncalled for enthusiasm Raps has for her coined week.

It did not work, however, as it only fuelled Rapunzel’s big pool of zest. “Yes!! Isn’t that amazing? I invented something! Again~ And this time it’s going to blow people off their feet in good ways!!”

Cassandra looked to Pascal for help but the little chameleon had a mini beret on for the occasion. The swordswoman throws her hands in the air.

“Okay. You do you, Raps. I’ll be...busy with duties.” Cass makes her way to the door; her lady-in-waiting duties are wayyyy too much to stand here and fight a losing battle in dissuading the stubborn Princess.

Rapunzel sings and okay as she got back to her canvas.

“You know where to find me if you need me.” Cassandra adds before shutting the door after seeing Rapunzel’s game face (a different one) focused on the blank canvas. Cass could not help but feel...very much loved by her princess and best friend.

“So...Pascal Sir~”

Pascal straightened his back and had a smart look on, ever-ready.

Rapunzel giggles. “What do you think I should paint?”

Pascal squeaks his opinion, a hand spread to the right.

“You’re right. I do have ideas. What do you think about...Cass in her lady-in-waiting dress, and that soft smile she has which she doesn’t show all the time! It’s a side only I know~”

Pascal makes a noise. And Rapunzel bobs his head. “And you.” Pascal nods in delight.

“That’s a good idea then! But that’s day one...I need another six.”

Pascal makes another sound, pointing to the canvas and Rapunzel and canvas again.

“You’re right, Pascal. I’ll know what to paint because I know Cass the best!” Rapunzel takes her best friend up to nuzzle before picking up her brush again, dabbing it in paint and beginning.

Rapunzel painted, painted and painted. And as the hours flew she was finally done! Seven masterpieces for each day of Cassandra Week. The Princess did a little dance around her room. Even rolling on her bed for a moment before skipping back to Day One’s piece.

“Are you ready, Pascal?”

The chameleon saluted and hops onto the canvas as Rapunzel picked it up and headed outside. Calling a meeting with her subjects and anyone available at such an impromptu call.

 “Citizens of Corona. Ladies, gentlemen, soldiers, boys, girls, horses and…chameleon.” Rapunzel added as she winks at Pascal; the little green buddy puffing his chest out proudly. “Today, I gather everyone here for the lovely occasion of Cassandra Week!”

Mixed chatter, cheers and murmurs spread in the crowd gathered. “I’m sure all of you have heard about this Week I have announced and Maximus and the guards to spread around town.”

Rapunzel puts her hands together, nervous and excited to share. “To give a summary…It’s a whole, full week for me…and anyone of you to appreciate my lady-in-waiting, best friend…and loyal subject to Corona – Cassandra!”

Rapunzel clapped excitedly, Pascal too before many claps resounded along.

“So, so!! My first painting for day one is…”

Rapunzel steps up to the canvas hidden by silk cloth. “Lady-in-waiting Cassandra.”

The crowd was a collective “oohhhh” at the well-drawn painting of the usually stern-looking girl who was now shown with a gentle smile that captivated not only the Princess but even those looking at it.

A citizen shouted, “Is that really Cassandra?”

Rapunzel beamed. “I’m glad you asked. This indeed is Cassandra!”

And just as Rapunzel began explaining her painting, Cassandra herself returned from her training to see a crowd gathered and…a painting of her being the centre of attention.

“Raps??” Cass spoke under her breath, unsettled and worried for whatever the Princess was saying.

“Cassandra tend to look angry, serious and absolutely unfriendly. However! She is in actuality really sweet and gentle and nice. Just as I captured here – where she patiently do up my hair and get dressed for the public. I just love how she…”

Rapunzel drones on until Pascal reminds her of the time. Lots of claps actually sounded before they went back to town.

Cassandra is beside Raps in record timing. “What was that?”

“What was what?” Rapunzel picked up her painting.

“That!” Cass points at the painting. “And that!” Cass sweeps her hand across the empty arena.

“My presentation for day one of Cassandra Week, Cass. Did you like it?”

Cassandra stared into those green eyes filled with passion and honesty. Cassandra sighs; nothing she can do against Raps’ goodwill. “Can you just…not talk so much about me like that? It’s embarrassing to hear.”

Raps nods. “I can do that!”

 Day two of Cassandra Week and many were gathered once more for Rapunzel to present to.

“Voila!” The Princess revealed another painting – this time it was Cassandra in her sparring clothes, holding her sword after she just slashed her target; expression proud and posture strong.

There were many cheers already; loving the bold colours and action-depicted.

“This is Cassandra. And she is strong. So strong, I have nothing to fear when I have her by my side.” Rapunzel finishes short and sweet. Seeing Cass in the crowd; thinking she’s probably mistaking the sun’s ray for blush on her best friend’s face.

 Day three, Rapunzel had Maximus on “stage” too as she unveiled her painting of Cassandra riding a horse. Fast and determined, graceful and simply amazing on the steed.

“Cass here rides super well. Maximus agrees. Don’t you, Max?” Rapunzel begins her speech which was more a conversation now.

Max neighed, a big smile and proud nods.

Cassandra in the crowd could only cover her face with one hand and groan.

Rapunzel took that happily. She likes making Cass groan.

 Day four was simply put as blush-inducing the moment Cassandra laid eyes on the painting.

“Cassandra Week Day Four, people! And I just wanted so, so, so, so, soooo much! To let everyone know that I am in good hands and rarely late for anything! Because I have Cass to pull me to places fast and safely!”

Rapunzel laughs at her own story and admission to being distracted enough to need her lady-in-waiting to rush her to places she needs to be.

Cassandra noticed some stares coming her way so she took big strides away from those smiling gazes.

“Why are they enjoying this so much?? It’s my duty to do so… Plus I wouldn’t want Raps to have a bad rep…” Cassandra mumbled to herself till she realized how much she cared for Raps and had to shake those thoughts away; caring is normal. It’s not like she’s caring because she…

 Rapunzel came out to greet the crowd with one word – “Hugs~!!”

The Princess hugs Pascal before she continued. “They are the best way to tell someone you’re there for them and that you love them.”

Raps remove the cloth to show her painting – it was Cassandra and her hugging during the Challenge of the Brave. “I love this one hug and decided to paint it because Cass allowed me to hug her then. And it just made me so relieved that I didn’t make her be upset with me…”

Someone in the crowd goes, “Of course she wouldn’t be!”

“How could anyone stay angry at you, Princess!”

Rapunzel smiles, happy to have the support of her subjects. “Thank you… Thank you. But truly. It is the power of hugs! I hope everyone here can understand how Cass’s hugs are simply amazing. And that you’d turn to hug one another too~”

Everyone cheered and begun hugging each other which Cassandra skilfully ducked and dodged. Rapunzel waved at her and Cass shook her head, easily climbing up the steps.

“Cass-”

“Not this time, Raps.” Cass tried to hide a grin as she headed into the castle leaving Rapunzel slightly pouty from not getting a hug when everyone else is hugging. But a smile soon bloomed again as she loved that teasing side too.

 “A-Ahem.” The Princess clears her throat; she was more or less getting used to this talking to huge crowd experience and she realized that clearing your throat was a good way to get ready and get everyone’s attention.

Rapunzel scans the crowd to see if she can find Cassandra in it. Not seeing that pretty head of black, the Princess decides to continue.

Stepping up to take the cloth in her hand, “Today…I have you camping, stars and Cassandra!”

The Princess unravels the painting of a mixed shade of dark blue, illuminated with the glowing stars, and on the forest green and brown…lays Cassandra beside Rapunzel, hands over her torso and gazing at the sky. Rapunzel herself gazing at the girl beside her.

“We went camping…sometime…That we do not need to disclose when. But the point is Cassandra, have these sort of quiet moments too! And I just love how the stars glow with her. Don’t you all agree?”

Cassandra who was at the side of all the crowd rolled her eyes endearingly at Rapunzel trying her best to cover up the fact that she was exposing the truth that they sneaked out the castle at night to stargaze.

But also…she could not help but smile at Rapunzel who was once again gushing about a side of her Rapunzel likes.

 As the final day rolled by, the number of people in the arena filled all the way outside of the castles as they wanted to see the painting their Princess did for Cassandra Week.

And as each day has gone, Cassandra found herself being given wide smiles, pat on the back, and even hugs! She could only feel embarrassed, appreciated yes, but very much embarrassed. She too, was in the crowd and eager for this to end.

Rapunzel hurries out after making her people wait a good ten minutes. “I am SO sorry, everyone. I had to add an additional stroke! Or strokes… But ah, here it is. Here we are!”

The blonde went on to talk about how much she’s going to miss getting to share how much she loved Cassandra, but nonetheless had lots of fun.

“So~ Who’s ready to see my final piece for Cassandra Week?” Rapunzel smiles hugely, hands hovering over the veil.

And everyone cheered so loudly, hands pumped up and eyes glued to the hidden canvas.

“Alright…I want everyone…to take a deep breath.” Everyone did, even Cass. “And know that…”

Rapunzel revealed the painting full of bright colours contrasting with the simple tones of red and pink where Cassandra and Rapunzel had their foreheads pressed to one another. Rapunzel had a big smile, laughing in the moment and Cass looking and smiling lovingly at her, hands around each other’s waist.

Rapunzel stole a glance to her art partner Pascal, the chameleon gave her big thumbs up and she nodded back.

“Forehead touching is a way for two people to convey how much they trust and care for another.” Rapunzel explained her piece. Keeping it short and sweet as Cass wanted and when she made eye contact with the girl in the crowd, she could not help but smile wider, glad.

Cassandra returned the smile, scratches her cheek before she walks off.

Rapunzel knew she would get to talk to Cass later so she finished up Cassandra Week with a big round of applause and everyone going “Cassandra is amazing! Princess paintings are amazing!!”

 With the end of Cassandra Week, Rapunzel looks out the window, gazing at the beautiful full moon when Cass enters. The guards always let her pass.

“Anything interesting out there?”

Rapunzel grins at the voice of her favourite person in the room. “Always...”

Cass stands behind Raps, looking at the moon sharing its light to Earth.

“But tonight, I’m a little taken away by their beauty.” Rapunzel says as she gazes at Cassandra by her side.

Cass nods in agreement, not noticing the stare until...she looks over. “Why are you looking at me?”

“Because you’re Cass.” Rapunzel answers.

Cassandra’s eyebrows knitted together, a gentle glare as her cheeks grew hot. “You don’t know what you’re saying...”

“Don’t I?” Rapunzel couldn’t hide the growing smile as she takes Cassandra’s hand into hers. “I love you, Cass. To the moon and back.”

Cass laughs; a quiet and lyrical kind which takes Rapunzel’s breath away. “Was this whole Cassandra Week a round-about way to ask me out?”

It was Rapunzel’s turn to shine a bright red, biting her bottom lips for two seconds at best before she nods eagerly. “It is. I don’t know how to ask someone out other than kissing them and declaring them my partner. And I somehow thought... That won’t work with someone as special as you, Cass.”

Cassandra holds Rapunzel’s hands tighter at each word Raps spoke, feeling her heart feeling fuller and beating faster.

“I wanted to do so much for you. And I did. And I still want to.” Rapunzel shrugs; shoulders saying ‘I guess I just can’t help it’, her emerald eyes saying ‘because it’s you’.

Cassandra did the last thing Rapunzel could guess - the onyx haired girl closed the distance between them, arms around Rapunzel’s waist, pulling her into a big, heartfelt hug. And before Rapunzel could comment, Cass spun them around the room - Rapunzel making gleeful sounds as Cass smiled back, till they stopped by the bed.

Rapunzel laying down, Cass propped on top. “You...You’re the only one.”

Cass stammering? A Rapunzel eyes only special. The blonde was proud and had every right to be.

“Kiss me?” Rapunzel for once did not initiate it and wanted one.

Cassandra’s eyes darted all around the room and even on Rapunzel but just couldn’t look Rapunzel in the eye or those...inviting and waiting lips.

“Too shy to do so, Cass?” Rapunzel asks genuinely but could only be heard as a taunt.

Cassandra lowers those strong arms of hers. And Rapunzel’s eyes widen as those soft, pretty lips touch hers. And Rapunzel felt fireworks explode all around before it settled into a calming stream.

Rapunzel kissed Cass back gentle and increasingly passionate as her hands go around Cass’s neck, her body rising to meet Cass pressing closer to her. She was filled with a huge buzzing feeling of warmth and fullness. With Cass as her girlfriend, Rapunzel felt complete.

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Author Notes

This was fun to write!! :”D My first ever Cassunzel~ ^w^

As mentioned, I am very much in love with Cassunzel as the next person XD So this idea popped in my head aaaaand, my fingers did the dancing necessary for this story to bloom!! *w*

I hope you enjoyed it~ ^w^

Leave a comment if you like~ (it would be great to know your favourite parts or where I could improve!)

Have a great Cassandra Week, y’all! XP

[sandalaris]

Sethkate for 2, 6, and/or 19 of the kiss prompts! 💖💖💖

OK, this isn’t exactly any of those...? More like “touch to distract” followed by kissing. *shrug*

Part of the tUA AU that I will never write a whole fic of, lol, and hey look, I went into more details about their powers! XD

“Leave it,” she all but hisses, one bare hand pressed against his chest like that’s enough to stop him from climbing over her and exiting the booth to go after the slicked up pervert Kate managed to shake by the bar. And for just about anyone else it might be, a subtle threat held in check by a simple white button up and Kate’s full stomach, but Seth’s never been in any danger from her, from any of them, in this regard.

“I got it,” Kisa says, standing in a single fluid motion with a dark grin, and Kate sees the subtle tightening of Seth’s jaw as he turns his glare on her. “I have a way with words.”

“That you do,” he half spits towards her already retreating form. She pauses to shoot an icy glare over her shoulder and Seth gives her a sneering smirk that's more goading than pleased.

Kate would love to say she didn’t think about, that she just reacted, trying to diffuse the situation before Kisa decides to bite back and the two fall into their typical petty roles, but she’s never been very good at lying. There’s the barest of trembles when she raises her hand from the safety of his chest, fingers seeming to catch and skip along his jaw and chin before she presses her palm to his cheek, thumb just brushing against the outer edge of his bottom lip.

“Seth,” she says softly, but he’s already jerked his attention to her, gaze locked on her face at the first brush of her bare skin.

And god, it shouldn’t this frightening. Not with him. But a lifetime of lessons and tests, experiments to see exactly which form of nourishment her body needed most (she spent seven months without food or water, surviving purely on what she could pull from others, before Dad declared he had enough data), and bringing in random strangers to record her long term effects has left her with more than a healthy dose of fear in this.

Maybe he sees that, the hesitancy flickering through her, because he’s suddenly curling his fingers around her wrist, holding her in place as his thumb sweeps over the back of her hand. She swears she can feel it all the way down her arm, the warmth of him curling through her chest.

“Yeah, alright.”

The words are a low sigh, brushing against the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist, warm and a little humid. She shivers, fingers twitching against his cheek and a soft gasp falling from her lips before she can catch it. Seth seems to freeze, pausing for one slow moment before his gaze flicks over her. He grins slowly, something going dark and a little teasing behind his eyes, and Kate’s suddenly aware of just how close they are. Sharing one side of the table, her shoulder nearly tucked into his side and his thigh pressed against hers.

Its nothing for him to tilt his head and lean down, fingers tightening around wrist when she goes to drop her hand, a soft commanding “don’t” whispered against her mouth before he presses his lips against hers. And maybe she shouldn’t be letting him kiss her in a place quite so public, where someone could recognize them and snap a photo for some tabloid or another, but then he licks softly at the seam of her lips and Kate stops thinking about shoulds and shouldn’ts and focuses on tilting her head at a better angle and pressing her body against the solid warmth of chest.

She manages to get her fingers around the back of his neck, palm flat against his pulse and thumb pressed under his jaw as she tugs him closer and opens her mouth to slick her tongue against his. And Seth makes this noise, low and pulled from the back of his throat like he's in pain but so much better, free hand coming up to tangle in her hair to hold her close as he-

“Are we interrupting?”

“God dammit, Richard!”

Kate jumps, quickly rubbing the back of her hand against her mouth as she leans back into her seat, face burning hot before she looks up to find Richie standing by their table, Kisa and Freddie a few steps behind.

“You knew we were coming,” Richie says simply, sliding into the booth across from them and looking utterly unrepentant.

Seth just grumbles wordlessly, grabbing up Kate’s hand when she goes to reach for her gloves once more.

“Did you find the guy?” he asks, ignoring the nervous fluttering of her naked fingers against his.

Kisa smiles without teeth, looking as close to pleased as she does these days as she reclaims her former chair and leaving the open space next to Richie. “I told him I heard he was impotent.”

“You’re lucky you’re immune,” Freddie mutters, something of an absent-minded flinch in the downward sweep of his mouth and gaze flicking around the room like he’s already seen this play out before and it wasn’t that interesting the first time. Probably had.

"Yeah,” Seth agrees, dragging his thumb down the center of Kate’s palm, “I am.”

[lgchunji]

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     chwe hunji and jin eunji’s leaf wants to say: “hey admods! i know this may look a little sudden and a little weird but by the time you see this, i’ve been going around asking all the members what they want to say to you guys to show their appreciation! i know admin e probably already told you, but i used to do theater for about two years and i volunteered my time. i probably worked fifteen-thirty hours a week at a theater and i did not get paid and barely was thanked but i always put in effort. i gave them one hundred percent of myself and, if i was lucky, i would get a five dollar starbucks gift card in return. i was so exhausted and even stopped writing because i could not handle how much of myself i was losing every day. i gave a hundred percent of myself away and got five percent back. now, though, with legacy, everything has been flipped! you guys put a hundred ten percent of yourselves into this amazingly fun and honestly complicated place and i feel like i never get to give back. i know the joy of it all is in watching people write together but for me, just having fun was not enough, i wanted to compile something together for you guys! you do so much for us so i thought it was time i give just a sliver of myself back to you. so! under the cut is a lot of people’s messages that i’ve gathered. a lot of members were unable to send in something in time so i do apologize that not everyone is here, but i added a space in the bottom for anyone and everyone who wants to add something at a later date, so admins and members, be sure to check that often! in the meantime, though, you guys are so amazing and this place already means so much to me, i really hope legacy can continue to grow and flourish beyond your guys’ dreams because you really deserve it! p.s. the below notes are not in any particular order of length or alphabetized, they’re just random C:”

     han insoo’s al wants to say: “thank you for your kindness and dedication. you guys are troopers. i’m not very vocal about things publicly out of shyness but also bad experiences. i hope you guys know i appreciate to be here and that you guys have kept this up for so long despite the setbacks. it’s been a while since i felt comfy in a directory. much hugs and kithes!! thank you for being so open and welcoming!”      kang yonghwa and choi daehyung’s muffin wants to say- "thank you so much for all of the hard work! legacy is not an easy rp to run with all these career branches and events going on. i appreciate all of the mods for making this rp extra special by celebrating birthdays, holidays and other occasions. I love you all muahhhhhh~"      liu jiao and ok miyoung’s faye wants to say- “i disappeared from the rp scene for awhile and was kind of lost when it came to fitting back into everything. but joining legacy helped me along and i am so glad i decided to put my muse here. thank you to all the mods and for all of their hard word. i felt so welcomed by not only them, but the other members of the directory as well. so thank you for the lovely community you’ve brought together here. i am happy to say that legacy holds a special place in my heart.”      yoon shinha and pongsak, tee's simone wants to say: “when i first joined legacy it was because i had some friends here and i had read about it a lot on twitter. i was nervous and scared, which is how i usually feel when joining a new place. working on my own points page from scratch was a first but i was proud of myself and i felt accomplished when i finished it. i joined as a connection and it gave me a boost when it came to plotting. everyone was so nice and welcoming and i honestly love that when joining a new directory. the events were many and i was both excited and scared at how many there were. even if i couldn't understand something i knew i could ask an admin or mod and would get a quick reply. i love how kind and supportive the staff is. i've been here for a few months now and i always recommend it to others. i know that no matter what, i can go to a staff member with a question and i don't need to feel stupid for asking something bc the staff are so helpful and understanding. the thought that goes into this roleplay and the events are amazing and i am honestly so amazed every time a new event gets posted. they give sufficient time frames for events and i know they try to make it as fair as possible. i honestly love it here and i love the hard work and the time that is put into legacy.”      park taekyung and heo jane’s bobbi wants to say: “thank you for taking the time to create this awesome community! the time and effort you put into this rp is what makes it such a fun place and i hope that this post brings you just as much joy as you bring us! <3"      mayura nana’s cc wants to say: “i’ve been on and off in the group, seeing the first time it opened and how hard working the admins were to coming back and seeing the amount of growth in just a few months. i truly appreciate all that you guys have done for your members, the patience and love you put into every little thing you do so everyone can develop and enjoy themselves. you guys make this rp fun and safe and i’m forever grateful to have found a true home for my muse. keep up the good work and i can’t wait to continue being here and witnessing even more love and growth from the team ❤️”       park seojin, im hana and kang seyoon’s sara wants to say: “hello lovely team. it's been a great ride thus far and i'm so happy to have been here from the beginning to see the community grow. you've built a really nice and wholesome place here and it's been one of the best roleplays i've been in so far. it's hard running things but always remember that people love and respect you and so many of us are rooting for good things every day. you're human too and if you make a mistake, never beat yourself up over it. you keep things so much fun. truly nothing more i could ask of from a team. i’ve sent other messages in the past but there's really no limit to the praises and support i can offer to you guys. keep up the good work!! ♡♡”      wu aaron and kim alex’s em (aka the awkward cookie) wants to say - "to the amazing admins of this rp, i haven't been here nearly as long as others but i really enjoy having my muses here! i love lgc so much and you're all amazing admins who work very hard to keep this place running with amazing events! keep up the great work and i can't wait to see what else you all have planned! (please torture alex as much as you can. xD) i don't think i've really talked to the admins here much but still, i love you all and everything you do! <3 please don't let any negative comments or reviews get to ya'll and just know you're all doing great!"       choi jongsuk, son jieun, and kim jinah‘s jen wants to say -  "@ the mod team from your resident meme! you guys know how much i love lgc. i'm not shy annoying y'all with compliments and praise. every sunday is a highlight because there is always something exciting being posted- be it just a date lottery update or new events; you never fail to surprise and spoil us all with fun and creative ideas! also the way you manage to keep things as fair as possible for everyone and still manage to not make anyone feel left out or left behind. the quick replies to any kind of questions are just so nice to see and it makes me personally not scared ever to ask anything at all no matter how stupid the question may be! i probably annoy y'all with how often i said this already but i love this rp. i love the graphics, the concept and the execution of it all. thank you for creating this amazing space for all of us to write and hopefully to many more years! true to my name i shall exit on a meme~"      hwang subin and han allie’s nic wants to say - “hello admins!!! it's me, a nic. i know that i've said a lot of this in the past but to sum it all up, i love you guys!! thanks for giving me a place to feel a bit more comfortable when i don't feel that way in rp a lot lately. i love that you guys are always gracious and accepting of criticisms, questions, and critiques and i hope you continue to always be that way because i think it's important for rps to listen to their members. i also want you to know that you don't have to stand for rudely stated words just because you do that, either!! i appreciate the time you take to answer my questions, whether it be through the manager blog or through discord and for all the opportunities you've given my muses ( even if ONE of them might not be so grateful. i'm lookin at u subin ) so yeah ;u; i hope u all are having a lovely day, pls take care!!!”      tsai sunisa, park sarang, and jung jihye’s the ghost rper wants to say - “number one, thank you for making legacy an rp! i'm having a lot of fun with all of muses! especially since it's given me a chance to bring muses i've played before alive in another rp. two, they're [the admins] awesome for all of the stuff they've managed to do for the group and how many options you have to be apart of the industry and do more background related stuff! third, just stay awesome and remember to put yourself before rp! since without ya'll we wouldn't be here!”      min soyoun and kim jinseo‘s clara wants to say - "hi mods! thank you for making lgc a fun and safe haven for us. i appreciate the love, thought, and effort you all put in every single mission/event that happens in the roleplay. you guys are doing amazing!"      kwon sihyun‘s shinobi wants to say - “thank you for making me feel welcome!”      park iseul and ahn dohyun’s nine wants to say - “thank you so much for all your hard work! over the months i've been at lgc i've always felt like the admods have kept every single muse in mind when creating events and moulding the rp to fit the members. i've never felt as in love with an rp as i do now. keep up the good work, i can't wait to see the rp grow more and more!”      choi max and im nari‘s jada wants to say - “hi there mods !!! i didn't want this whole appreciation to go by without saying some words of my own, so here i go ! when i joined legacy a few months back i was hesitant to even join, doubting that i'd want to stay to make it even past the next activity check. it was an act of pure impulse, but perhaps the best thing i could've done ! alongside the many great friends i've made along the way, if it was not for all the hard work you do, the roleplay would not be nearly as lively of a universe as we've all made it to be ! i always compliment legacy for the dedication you all clearly have to making it enjoyable - from events going on all the time, to in-character posts that liven the spectrum of our creativity, to your speedy responses and patience whenever we have trouble ! i think me and the rest of the members can agree that what you do makes us enjoy the roleplay even more, and we always will be appreciative of that !! i think you guys run the roleplay SO smoothly at times that we forget the hard work you put in and the bumps you might encounter along the way, but it's times like this that make me realize how much more we should thank you. because of the team behind it all, i've once again found my place in a roleplay that's made me feel at home, and always ready to write and have fun !! i'm extremely grateful for the passion you've shown us and i hope that i too can do my best to make sure your hard work pays off and give thanks ! i'm looking forward to writing with all of you and giving a voice to our muses for as long as i'm able to type, haha ! <33 “      ahn yeoreum’s kay wants to say - "my first experience with krp wasn't exactly the best. i didn't land myself in the most welcoming environment and was planning to never join another krp. but i took a chance in lgc and didn’t regret it. since day one, everyone has been so welcoming and i loved playing yeoreum here. the admods have worked so hard to make this such a nice environment to rp in and i love how well thought-out all the events and activities are. thank you so much, admods !! we are super lucky to have such a talented and hard-working team. <3″      ji haneul’s maddy wants to say - “to legacy admods uwu, thank you for your endless hard work! seeing how the community has grown over the last few months, as well as the tons of opportunities for character development has made my time here absolutely amazing. i just want to say how much i love the rp, and how inspiring it can be in churning my writing muses. keep up the good work, and i hope you guys would also be able to have as much fun as the work you've put in in maintaining the rp! take care, stay safe, and stay awesome >:D *flings plushies in your directions* ♡"      lee seungjae’s fifi wants to say - "hello admods!!! i just wanted to say thank you for everything that you've done for lgc! i haven't been here long but everything about it is great and i can tell you've put in so much work to make it the great place that it is!"      kang dana‘s jay wants to say - “thank you so much for working so hard on this roleplay and allowing all of our characters to develop however we like! i have never enjoyed a rp as much as this one <3"      hwang jaerim and im hyunjin’s jia wants to say - "hello admod team, yall know im always here to bother u all with my weirdness and you guys are all great to talk to. i've been lucky enough to have been here since day 1 and to see this place flourish and see all the efforts you put into the rp, makes me glad to be here. thank you!!"      oh max and park viggo’s lyn wants to say -  "as one of those muns that has been in legacy from the very beginning, i've witnessed this rp grow and i can’t help but to feel extremely proud and happy for the admod team who works tirelessly to make sure that the progress isn’t only with the rp but genuinely with the muses within it. the admins take it into their own hands to celebrate the achievements that muses have obtained and put them on the spotlight, personally i've experienced screaming and getting emotionally overwhelmed with some of the mods at how happy and ecstatic i felt with some of the results for my muses. with that said i want to make it clear that my muses don’t always get what they want, when it happens, i do share some down time with said mods as well- not to complain but to just talk. the same happens vice versa, when the mods' muses don’t get a spot in future dreams or didn’t get the center of a group, or when they land a cf spot or has made progress by moving on a different path, i'm able to witness their reactions as muns as well- which quite frankly is humbling considering that it reminds me that their muns too and not just mods. essentially what i'm trying to say is that based on my experience and mine alone although i have no doubt i'm not the only one who feels this, clearly this post proves it, that the admod team is not just there to provide us with countless numbers of events or answer our endless amount of questions and woes with admirable patience or guide us in the right direction when we misplace a point or two in our submits, but rather to present us muns with a safe and progressive platform to comfortably establish and allow our muses to flourish in a highly entertaining environment. so thank you legacy team for your heartwarming and admirable work, i know this hasn’t been easy for you guys but hang in there, a lot of us got your backs ♡"

these are the folks who wanted to add something after this post was first published:

no one at the moment! if you want to say something to our lovely admins please either message them through the lgckrp askbox or, if you’re more shy, send me an IM or send it to lgchunji’s askbox with your message in quotations, which blogs you run, and your name/alias!

[that-otome-potato]

More Jinpachi stuff!  I started this when I was on vacation back in August, but once I got to the end of where I had handwritten it on the plane, it just stopped.

Fast forward six months (holy crap!), it’s done!  Goes along with the other ficlets I was writing for Jinpachi before that unintentional hiatus.

Jinpachi x Asayumi (slbp mc)

@all-my-cuffs-have-buttons @thanatosbanshee @calicocrest @saizoswifey (if the tag pops up for you XD)

~*~

Had it all been a dream?  Asayumi had traveled to the home of the Sanada to be with Jinpachi, but weeks had passed with little to no interaction with her illusive ninja.

Lord Nobuyuki had placed her in the kitchens to work feeding the voracious clan. She had learned much about the local flavors and spices, as well as food preferences, in the short time since she had arrived.

One day while presenting lunch, Lord Nobuyuki stopped her as she set his tray before him. “I’ve noticed some changes in our usual fare.  Is that your doing?”

“Yes, milord.  I hope it is to your liking.”

Asayumi was nervous because he had asked his question with a deadpan look.  It reminded her of Jinpachi. When she replied, however, a smile lit up his and Lord Yukimura’s faces.

“It’s delicious, my dear.  I thought I caught some familiar flavors.  The tastes from the capitol are more subtle than here, but they certainly add dimension to the heavier flavors of Ueda.”

Asayumi felt pride at his praise and smiled.  “Thank you, milord!  I’m honored you enjoy the food I made.”

“Might I ask you to meet me outside my chambers tonight.  I have a proposition for you.”

She felt the smile on her face fade slightly at the vagueness of his words. “Of course, milord.”

~*~

‘What could this be about?’ Asayumi thought to herself, carrying a bowl of armitsu with her to Lord Nobuyuki’s chambers after dinner service was cleaned up. He hadn’t asked to the treat, but she thought bringing him something sweet would help in case she had done something wrong.

When she reached Lord Nobuyuki’s chambers, she knocked and announced herself.  When she heard his voice from beyond bidding her entry, she excused herself and moved into the room, dessert in hand.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Asayumi.”

“How may I serve you, milord?”

“How would you like to be the Sanada head chef?”

Asayumi paused, her eyes wide. This was definitely the last thing she had expected when he had asked that she meet him here.  At first, Asayumi had thought he was going to ask her to warm his bed. Could she have refused him?  then, she assumed she had done something to get herself in trouble.  He wanted to make her the clan’s head chef?!

“Milord, I’m honored you would offer such a position to me.  But are you sure?  I’m newly arrived in Ueda - surely there is someone more qualified who has lived here longer?”

“How can we progress as a clan if we are unwilling to change? No, I believe you are the best choice for this position.”

The feeling in her chest at his praise during their meal returned. “Then I shall perform my duties to the best of my abilities so as to ensure your faith in my abilities isn’t misplaced!”

“Very good.  Now, I do believe there is somewhere you would rather be?”

She felt her cheeks flush at his implications, knowing exactly what he was talking about. “Yes milord, but I have not seen him in a number of days. I am still new to this castle, to this relationship.  I have yet to pick up on all of his quirks and tendencies.”

“Then you’re in luck.  I have known him since we were children.  You will find him in his room. Two doors down to the left of here.”

“Thank you, milord!” She exclaimed, rushing to the door.  Before exiting, however, she turned back to Nobuyuki. “Milord, I have a question if I might ask.”

Nobuyuki nodded and Asayumi continued. “Where has Jinpachi been?  He didn’t tell me before leaving, which is normal.  I just...”

“.....Miss him.”

“Yes.”

Nobuyuki was silent for a few moments before he replied, “He was in another province.”

Such vague words caused her imagination to run wild.  Anything, from battle to pleasuring another person with his body in the name of gathering information for Lord Nobuyuki, flit past her minds eye. It left a hollow feeling in her stomach that she didn’t like. She quickly offered him a deep bow of respect before hurrying out the door and following his instructions, putting distance between her and the imagery his words caused.

Try as she might, however, the images of Jinpachi with his long limbs wrapped around the body of a woman that wasn’t her, formed as she walked. Of course, they were lithe, beautiful, and experienced.  All the things she wasn’t.   All the things she had seen men fawn over in the capitol. Except Jinpachi. But he had also been off on multiple missions that he never spoke of when he returned. For all she knew the thoughts her mind had conjured were accurate.  The life of a ninja was not their own, from what she had greened - If Lord Nobuyuki ordered him to seduce a woman who had information he wanted, Jinpachi would have to do it.

Asayumi signed at the thoughts running amok in her head. She needed to have faith in Jinpachi.  She couldn’t let her jealousy scare him away. Refocusing on searching for her destination, she was about to knock on a door she assumed was his when a dark shadow jumped out towards her and lifted her off her feet. Asayumi was inhaling to scream when she caught his scent from the person who had their arms around her.  She felt her body immediately relax.

Moments later, the wind rushing past her face stopped and she felt something firm at her back and her front.  When she looked up, it was Jinpachi’s dark gaze she felt ensnared by as he pressed against her, his knee moving between her legs to pin her to the tree at her back.

“You are home!  I’m so glad.” Asayumi maneuvered her arms to embrace him, but he pressed harder against her and propped both of his large hands on either side of her head on the tree. When she looked deeper into his eyes, she saw passion there, but also something else.

But before she could ask him about it, he leaned in and covered her lips in a punishing kiss, taking her breath away. Bruising nips and nibbles, he sucked on her lower lip until she could feel it become puffy and red.  New to kissing she may be, but Asayumi could feel something was going on with him and she wanted to know what. This one felt like he was laying claim to something that was already his.

Reluctantly, she brought her hands to his chest to push him away gently. “Jinpachi, what’s the matter?”

His eyes wavered as he looked at her, his voice a deep rumble when he finally took a breath to speak. “I...you are popular among the retainers. They speak of you often, friendly and otherwise. On my return, I looked for you, but you were gone. I found you coming from my Lords chambers. A darkness came over me. I apologize for how I treated you.”

Jinpachi backed away from Asayumi, unable to meet her eyes. His reaction and words clicked in her head, spelling out a single word she realized she felt directed towards him, too.

Just as he was tensing as if to disappear, Asayumi gripped his dark kimono. “I think what you felt was jealousy.”

“Jealousy?”

Asayumi nodded, not relinquishing her grip on his clothes.  “I was just feeling the same when I thought of Lord Nobuyuki sending you out on missions and I hear rumors that they involve other women.” She hears him inhale to reply and looks up, shaking her head to silence him.  “I know. I need not worry about you - you have proved it a number of times before we left the capitol. But I cannot help what I feel.”

Jinpachi hooked one of his long fingers under her chin to pull her close, placing  a chaste kiss on her passion-bruised lips as if to apologize. Asayumi smiled and nodded, wrapping her arms around his sturdy waist, feeling his heart beating as fast as her own. She silently basked in the fact that someone as amazing as the man in her arms would feel an emotion such as that in regards to her.

She nearly jumped when she heard a deep growl in his chest before she felt him move and push her back against the tree, lifting her up with his powerful powerful arms to wrap her legs around his waist. “I should not have kissed you without permission before. I apologize. May I, now?”

Love for him warmed her chest and she nodded again as he leaned back in to drink from her lips like a man dying of thirst as he pressed her against the tree for support.

[synvamp]

Getting Lucky

On patrol. Alone with Clover. This is fine.

Hook up fic with D&M, ridic flirting, angst!Qrow and so much love for Clover's pants XD

Rating: M

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Qrow took a long breath. He ran one hand through his hair and looked at his face in the reflective surface of the window one more time. He looked nervous as hell. Great.

 Off on patrol. With Clover. Both of their teams were training but Jimmy insisted that his team leaders share a few hours to talk strategy and learn about each other’s fighting techniques. Knowledge enables control, he’d said. Whatever that means.

 “See you tonight then,” Clover had said as they left the briefing, “Meet you down in Mantle, outside the Service Hanger at eight?” and then he winked and waltzed off, just like that.

 “It’s not like you’re going on a date or anything,” Qrow muttered angrily at his reflection.

 It felt so weird to have a guy flirt with him that he couldn’t even tell if it was really happening… It had been so long! He’d been so busy with Ruby and Raven and Yang and trying not to let his demons get the better of him. Who had time for a love life?!

 The loneliness hadn’t helped, sure but it was starting to be a comfort. No one to let down… No; no one to drag down with his miserable semblance and his miserable life. And Clover had just breezed in. Just flicked his wrist in his cocky half salute as if he was saying, “Luck? I’ve got enough for the two of us.” Just like that.

 It had been so long since he’d met a man he was interested in, he’d almost stared to think that maybe he wasn’t bi after all… maybe it was just because he was young or drunk, things like that happen, right? But there was no question now. Certain parts of his anatomy were absolutely sure.

 But was Clover even flirting? Maybe he was always like that… cocky but full of empathy, warm, sincere… I sound like a teenager. I’m so horny all a man has to do is wink at me and I get all sweaty! But it wasn’t all he’d done at all. Every time Qrow looked in those turquoise eyes he thought, he’s not so great. He might be gorgeous and have a chiselled jaw and shoulders you could yoke a cart to but he’s just a show off. It’s nothing. He’s nothing.

 And then Clover said something like, “They’re lucky to have you,” and looked at him like he knew every tormented thought that ever entered his head and suddenly he was right back where he started. Sweaty.

 No… he wasn’t flirting. He was just like that. He just… winked at people. It’s a normal thing that someone like that would do. A confident person. It’s not like I would know how that feels, all my confidence came from a bottle. Looking up, he realised he’d turned the last corner of the long metal corridor and was about to step out into the hanger bay. A short walk around Hanger Four and he’d be at the maintenance end. He checked the time. It was seven fifty five.

 Maybe I should stay here a while. Don’t want to be hanging around for ages looking nauseous.

 Being sober is so damn annoying.

 “Fancy meeting you here,” Clover’s voice bounced off the metal walls, strong and confident as always.

 “Yeah, imagine,” Qrow replied, turning. Awkwardly standing in a corridor. Excellent start.

 “I thought maybe a turn around the CBD?” Clover smiled.

 Qrow nodded and they walked out the door to cross the concrete expanse of the hanger bay, skirting the landing strip. They walked in step, taking in the darkening evening, the lights slowly blinking on one by one.

 Ok, Qrow told himself, you can do this!

 “I like your weapon,” he said, “I haven’t seen a hook used like that in combat before.”

 “I’m one of a kind,” Clover said, his eyebrows twitching.

 Come on, Qrow smiled inwardly, he has got to be flirting.

 “I’d love to have more of a chance to see you in action,” Clover let the words hang in the air; “Your sword looks pretty interesting too.”

  “Yeah,” Qrow put an affectionate hand on Harbinger, “It sure is something special.”

 “It’s rather… large though. Not compensating for anything?” Clover’s eyes twinkled.

 “From the man whose radio call sign is Alpha?” Qrow raised an eyebrow. They laughed.

 Clover exchanged a few words with the soldiers at the gate and they exited the military zone and stepped into the street.  

 “There are still a few grim getting in,” Clover said as they turned left at the gate and started a long loop around the middle few blocks of town, “so if we get lucky, I’ll get my chance to see you use it.”

 Qrow smiled and they strolled in silence. There weren’t many people on the streets after everything that had happened. There was still quite a bit of damage too, it made the place feel eerie. Like the calm before the storm.

 “If we go around this way, we can check the damaged sections of the wall on the way,” Clover gestured down an alley off to their left.

 “Lead the way.”

 The wall had been braced with rubble and some beams from a house which had been demolished a little way off. It seemed secure enough, for the time being.

 “So how long have you been leading the Ace Ops?” Qrow asked, trying to make conversation.

 “Not long, General Ironwood liked my style. Figured I’d be a good choice to keep the team from killing each other, I guess.”

 “That bad?”

 “A bit like herding cats but I like it,” Clover shook his head, “They’re good at what they do and they’ve got my back. And we’ve been lucky so far.”

 “No surprises there,” Qrow sighed.

 “I might have had a little look into your history too,” Clover said, not making eye contact. “Seems you’re a bit famous.”

 “Infamous,” Qrow muttered, then added louder, “You could have just asked me, you know.”

 “Well, where would be the fun in that?”

 “Not much fun in any of it, I’m afraid,” Qrow sighed. He realised he was being melancholy and hastily re-joined, “Things have been better recently though, I feel like with Team RWBY we can really make a difference. It’s probably just wishful thinking but you know… they’re so young and enthusiastic, it’s kind of…”

 “Infectious?” Clover finished, “I find luck’s like that too.”

 “Does that mean I get lucky?” Qrow asked, only realising what he was saying after the words had escaped. He felt heat rising in his cheeks. Yay! I’m going to blush! This is turning out just swell.

 “I’m not sure yet,” Clover smiled, “Guess we’ll find out.”

 Qrow turned away to hide the rising pink in his cheeks, just as the sounds of shouts for help reached their ears. Maybe I am getting luckier after all, he thought as they ran towards the noise. I’m much less likely to stuff up fighting than conversation…

 Four Boarbatusks had a woman pinned down in the middle of the street, further back a man and a young boy cowered, eyes desperately fixed on the scene. Clover cast his rod and the hook sailed through the air, one of the grim leapt forward to knock the line away. Qrow fired two shots moving fast, he took out the first grim with a sweeping blow of the scythe in sword form and then leapt high. The hook found its target and pulled the second grim off its feet. Qrow arced high and landed, decapitating the beast with a sweeping blow. The third creature knocked him backwards and as he spun up into the air, he could see Clover looking up at him, rod casually slung over one shoulder. He really was enjoying the show, it seemed.

 Halfway between amusement and irritation, Qrow kicked off the building and flipped high. The grim advanced on the prone woman and her shriek cut through the air. He threw the blade and it stuck in the ground between them. Out of the corner of his eye, Qrow saw the silver hook sail past him; he landed and then grabbed the line as it flew by, yanking Clover off his feet and into the melee. No spectators thanks, Qrow smiled. Clover landed in front of him and swept the rod low, knocking the nearest grim off its feet. Qrow pressed a latch and his sword became his beloved scythe, he rolled over Clover’s back and swept it in a level arc. The third grim erupted into tatters of black. The very last creature reared back, its sharp hoofs cleaving the air above Clover’s head. Qrow finished his circle and brought the scythe point down. The blade pierced the grim’s head and it was over, seconds after it had begun.

 Qrow stretched out a hand to lift Clover off the cobbles, “Out of ten?” he asked.

 Clover stood and dusted himself off, “Eight? I like the scythe better,” he smiled.

 “Me too,” Qrow stepped over to where the lady still lay and helped her gently to her feet. Her family came running, the man shouting, “Esther! Oh thank you, thank you!” to the two men.

 Qrow opened his mouth to say, “It was nothing,” but Clover beat him to it.

 “You’re welcome,” he said. “You can tell your friends you were saved by Qrow Branwen.”

 Qrow cringed.

 “You really have a problem with compliments, hey?” Clover teased as they walked away.

 “I’m just not the round-of-applause type,” Qrow muttered.

 “Well, I think you could use some practice.”

 “What do you mean?” Qrow asked, highly suspicious.

 “I’ll say something nice about you and you just have to take it.”

 “Really?”

 “Really.”

 “That sounds extremely awkward,” Qrow observed, suppressing a little thrill.

 “Only if you make it that way,” Clover grinned, “Come on, look at me.”

 They stopped walking. Qrow turned to face him and looked deep into those blindingly bright turquoise eyes. He swallowed.

 “You’re an amazing role model,” Clover said.

 Qrow blinked, struggling for an appropriate reaction.

 “You’re a great fighter. I’ve heard stories about your time at the academy that just about made my hair curl.”

 Qrow’s mouth twitched with a hint of a smile.

 “You’re determined. I know you’ve had a lot to deal with these last few years but you never give up.”

 Qrow looked at the ground. He felt like he’d given up a thousand times but… he was still here.

 “You’re..”

 “No, you’re right. I can’t do it,” Qrow laughed awkwardly.

 “Come on, just one more,” Clover’s hand reached out and found Qrow’s elbow. Qrow looked up and their eyes met, “You’re very sexy.”

 Qrow’s eyes widened and he stepped back.

 “Uh.. sorry,” Clover laughed, “Just an observation.”

 Qrow took a breath, “You’re not so bad yourself.”

 “I wax lyrical and that’s all I get? Harsh,” Clover smiled.

 “I’ve got a lot more where that came from,” Qrow stepped forward and one hand found Clover’s hip. A hand found his waist in return and their lips met. Qrow leaned into the kiss, revelling in the heat of him, the taste of him. He could feel every inch of where their bodies met. The hunger which had been simmering in him flared bright. Finally, they parted.

 Qrow noted, with a great deal of pleasure, that Mr Confidence finally seemed just a little flustered.

 “Well…” Clover grinned, “We still have a patrol to finish but after that… I have a place near the eastern watch tower, maybe you’d like to come over?”

 “I think I’d like that a lot,” Qrow said.

 He let Clover take a few steps before he started to walk after him, watching his muscled ass jiggle.

 A hellavalot.

 And suddenly the rod made all too much sense.

 Hook

 Line

 And sinker.

---xxx---

Part 2 HERE XD

[yeetus-fleetus]

Oneshot with Classic? Any topic, genre, whatever XD I just want Classic ^^

Oki! (this took longer then I planned and I apologize-) ((also sorry that this is so short, I’m not used to this))

Total time: 2 days ;-;

Words: 364

FLUFF FOR DAYS!! OWO

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You felt the airplane shift under your weight as it landed, could’ve been more smoother but your’re not complaining. Ah, finally, it’s been three years since you got to see Sans and it was almost nerve-racking. It was pretty hard bringing up the topic of wanting to be in the Military to Sans and he took it as if you told him you want to shoot yourself, but after the shock he accepted and boom! 

You looked around from where you were sitting, everyone felt pretty nervous but it was the good kind of nervous, like waiting for you parents to tell you it’s okay to open your presents now.

The door to the airplane slowly opened and your commander (captain?) gave a little speech of how you guys have grown and then everyone grabbed there stuff and one by one huddled out. You felt so exited that you didn’t even notice that you were already out the door and walking down the stairs, when you saw him!

“Sans!” you cried, running as fast as you can, also leaving all of your belongings in the middle of the road.

“oh, hey love.” Sans said, in the handsome laid-back tone you fell in love with.

“Did you miss me?” You asked sarcastically, going in for a hug, Sans hugged back, enjoying the moment.

“no duh i did.” He replied, letting go of the hug.

You two headed towards the car. It was beautiful, the ruby red with..flames? Huh. Then you noticed Papyrus waving from the front seat, so this must be his car..

“HELLO DEAR SECOND MOST COOL COUPLE, WOULD YOU LIKE TO TAKE ONE OF THOSE FREEDOM GRENADE CHOLO DRAGON GDIF VANTUCKY?! IS THAT WHAT HUMANS THSESE DAYS SAY??” You fought the urge to facepalm yourself.

“of corse it is bro, after all, i think id be boned if it wasnt.” You snickered at the skeleton pun which made Sans face light up.

“OH NO..”

“oh yes..”

“-but don’t work yourself down to the bone-“ *snicker* “-too much because tibia honest pap, i don’t think i have the guts to continue.”

“SANS!!”

“oh come on now, you’re smiling~”

“I AM AND I HATE IT!”

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Hi there! I don’t know how to end a story but I hope you like it! I’m pretty self conscious about my writing so I’m sorry if it’s not that good.. hope you like it though!! My ask box is always open, so you can send some stuff if you’d like!

[jikook-love]

tricks and treats

a sequel to this prompt given to me two years ago(?) by @softnspicytofu​

“PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!” 

The blonde boy screamed in a terrified yet somehow beautifully melodic cry as he curled up against the wall, cowering in defense from the tall, grosteque-looking man brandishing a bloody chainsaw.

Jungkook gulped, as he saw those defenseless curled up limbs, those quivering plump and pink lips, and especially those desperate, pretty, half-lidded and teary eyes, he felt his heart do a twisted lurch as something strange was awoken inside of himself.

In a burst of spontaneity, Jungkook ripped off his mask and tossed his chainsaw aside as he scooped the boy into arms:

“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you,” Jungkook’s voice was soft, charming and convincing. “We’ll get through this together. I promise.”

🎃🎃🎃

The seemingly tormented memories ran through the mind of Jeon Jungkook. 

“I still remember it so clearly,” Jungkook’s voice was barely more than a whisper, as it echoed throughout the room. “The beautiful golden of his hair even though he was traumatized. The relieved glow in his beautiful eyes when I revealed my true identity to him. The way he clung to me even though we were forbidden to touch. The feeling still lingers, the soft pads of his fingers through the thick cloth on my arm. How I wish I could just see him one more time and tell I l--”

“Oh my god, Jungkook, shut the fuck up.”

Jeon Jungkook promptly received a clown mask in the face, courtesy of Kim Taehyung who was still decked out in his horrendous gargoyle costume. 

“Dude, what the hell?” Jungkook scowled, promptly chucking back the clown mask at full speed, which Taehyung somehow managed to dodge with a yelp.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, no fighting now,” Kim Namjoon warned as he walked in, wiping off his bloody makeup at the same time. “What were you even thinking Jungkook? Dragging a crying visitor all the way through and beating up everything in sight to ‘protect’ him. You’re lucky you’re not fired anymore thanks to my persuasion.”

“Wait, I was fired?” Jungkook asked in disbelief. 

“Oh yeah, they’re totally gonna let you get away with destroying half the maze. And their most handsome worker,” Taehyung grumbled nonchalantly as he rubbed his sore legs in the corner.

“Yeah that’s what I thought!” 

“It’s called sarcasm, dumbass. Not only did you break character--you broke everything else in the freaking maze. Including me.”

“But how am I gonna see him again?” Jungkook moped to himself.

“That’s what you’re most worried about?” Namjoon asked incredulously. 

Jungkook stood up and walked over to Namjoon with misguided purpose in his steps. 

“Kim Namjoon-ah,” Jungkook sighed heavily, his tone and face belonging to that of a man in his middle life crisis. He placed his hand on Namjoon’s shoulder, eyebrows scrunching up even more. “What does money matter anymore when you’ve just met the love of his life?”

Namjoon’s mouth fell open. “Met him?” he asked. “You scared the shit out of him and made him cry and beg for his life.”

“After which I became his hero though,” Jungkook grinned pridefully. “You should have seen the tearful look in his eyes when he thanked me before disappearing into the crowd.”

“Pretty sure there were tears in his eyes because he was still half-scared of you,” Taehyung said pointedly, rubbing the sore spot on his leg where Jungkook had mercilessly kicked him earlier.

Jungkook shot a glare at him before turning back to Namjoon. 

“Hyung, you have to help me!” Jungkook cried.

“Help you do what?” Namjoon retorted.

“Help me find him again!” Jungkook spurted as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“How the hell am I supposed to do that?” Namjoon sighed apathetically. “You think this is some sort of Cinderella story? Plus, how do you know he’ll even like you back?”

Jungkook paused for a moment. “I know. He has to.”

Both Namjoon and Taehyung face-palmed at once.

“You know what listen, why don’t you just wait for Hallowe’en again next year?” Namjoon suggested. “On the basis that you’re rehired and it’s really fate and everything, he might come back and you might see him again.”

“You want me to wait a whole year to make sweet tender love to the most beautiful person I’ve seen in my life,” Jungkook said flatly with the most sarcastic expression yet. 

Namjoon threw up his hands in defeat. “What do you want me to do? He’s one in like hundreds of customers we get per year. You didn’t even get his name! Even if I got into the customer database we can’t track down anything because we don’t know anything about him!”

“False. I know he’s an angel.”

“What is wrong with you?”

“Dude chill,” Taehyung spoke up suddenly, patting Namjoon on his arm to calm him down. “The boy’s got a little crush. Cut him some slack.”

“Fine, whatever,” Namjoon said. “But I can’t help you. Now get your shit together. Hallowe’en’s tomorrow so it’s our last day. You better be extra scary for the mess you caused. Half our electric monsters are out.”

Taehyung patted Jungkook several times on the back. “Stop sulking buddy, things will work themselves out.”

🎃🎃🎃

Though he promised nothing, Jeon Jungkook was especially vengeful on his last day of work for reasons only he and his pals knew. Every time anyone came in, he cranked his chainsaw up to max and ran at them with full speed, sometimes chasing them all the way to the end of the maze without letting them catch a breath. Indeed, he was salty, and somehow he was also immature enough to take it all out on the poor visitors. 

“Is anyone gonna stop him?” Taehyung sighed about halfway through the day.

“Don’t look at me,” Hoseok replied, still in his bloody doctor outfit from yesterday. “I can barely even stand to be in the place I just need the money.”

“Boo.”

“You stop that.”

At long last, the night was finished, and the Haunted House closed down for the season. Finally finished, an exhausted Jungkook left his post and exited alone out the back, pulling off his mask for a breath of air. He didn’t even fully understand why he felt so down. He didn’t even know what he was expecting. 

It’s really quiet out here. For the first time, Jungkook breathed in the crisp Hallowe’en air. Certainly, it was very cold. Very eerie. 

Suddenly, he felt a pair of hands creep up around his waist. 

“AHHHH!”

In retaliation, Jungkook whirled around and tripped over his own feet, falling flat on his ass. In a blur, all he saw was white in front from him.

Oh shit. It’s a ghost.

Desperately, he tried to crawl away, but the ghost was quick to get on top of him, holding him down.

I’m dead. I’m so very dead.

He thrashed around for a bit longer, much to no avail. 

Suddenly, his eyes widened as he saw who it was in front of him.

“A-angel?”

The boy, still as blonde and beautiful as yesterday, laughed softly. Today, he was dressed in all white, which made it easier to misinterpret...on both instances.

“My name is Jimin,” he said gently, carefully. Jungkook didn’t want to move, almost as if Jimin would fade away like a dream if he did. “I just wanted thank you for trying to help me yesterday.”

Jungkook’s mind was a mess, not sure whether to be mad for getting the living lights scared out of him or grateful that his literal angel had literally returned. 

“Did you have to scare me like that?” Jungkook opted for. 

Jimin pouted (and it was one of the cutest things Jungkook had ever seen in his life). “You’re one to talk. You literally had me on the floor yesterday. You still haven’t told me your name by the way.”

“It’s Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.” Jungkook gulped. He didn’t know why he was so nervous all of a sudden. He had been so confident on making sure Jimin would fall for him as well but now his mind was a complete and utter mess. 

Slowly, Jimin crawled off of him, as Jungkook got to his feet on his own.

“Don’t you have something to ask me, Mr. Jeon Jungkook?” Jimin said suddenly, shuffling closer to Jungkook in the most endearing way. 

“Um...well...I’m not sure...I...” Jungkook started, but was cut off by Jimin.

“It’s Hallowe’en after all,” Jimin said. “I think there’s only one proper thing to say.”

Jungkook’s mind was cloudy enough as it was, so he wasn’t exactly sure what Jimin was trying to get at. It was only at that moment that he noticed Jimin unwrapping a sucking candy in his hand. He watched as Jimin popped the candy into his own mouth with a smile.

“Trick or treat?” Jungkook said spontaneously.

It all happened in a blur.

As Jungkook’s mind was still in a daze, Jimin was gone. His entire body had gone stiff from the sensation. Without even realizing, Jungkook was sucking on the candy that had ended up in his mouth, as he glanced down to the wrapper that Jimin managed to shove into his hand before he left. Squinting, he saw a bright red phone number scrawled on it.

Still sucking on his candy, his eyes still half lidded, Jungkook uttered the only thing he could manage:

“Goddamn...best Hallowe’en ever.”

🎃🎃🎃

“By the way,” Hoseok said to Taehyung as they walked home together. “When are you gonna tell Jungkook that Jimin is literally your friend from childhood? And that you were the one who invited him in the first place?”

Taehyung shrugged, as he pulled the lollipop out of his mouth. “Probably never. He kicked me way too many times when he was trying to ‘protect’ Jimin. I did enough for that boy. They’ll probably find out eventually anyway.”

Hoseok smirked. “Fair enough. Happy Hallowe’en bro.”

“Happy Hallowe’en to you too.”

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THE END. 

just a quick little Hallowe’en story because I really liked that prompt and wanted to do something for it....now’s the time XD that’s the only thing i ever use the hallowe’en aesthetic for--fic writing LMAO. i get scared too easily so everything else is a no no lol. i’ll take suggestions for the future, maybe involving some costumes ;)

tbh, I was gunna put a warning for overdramatic jungkook but realized it’s not even far from the truth anymore so I was like whatever. also, with the way jeon is nowadays, i’m sure even if they never crossed paths and jungkook happened to see jimin someone, he would probably be /this/ extra. 

happy hallow’s eves friends~ 

and go rewatch that run bts ep