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pjsk-story-summaries · 6 months

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Keep it Steady, Let's Aim for the Stars! Event Summary (WxS World Link)

TL;DR: Wonderlands x Showtime and the Virtual Singers encounter a strange, bustling new harbor area in the Wonderland SEKAI. While exploring, they find a map to a place called Star Island. However, a gust of wind blows the map away, only to be caught in the wings of a giant Phoenix. The group decides to chase after the Phoenix to recover the map.

While asking around the harbor for information, Rui, Rin, and Miku encounter a group of lonely zombie plushies. The rest of the plushies were scared of them due to their off-putting nature and tendency to bite as a greeting. Rui recognized himself in the way the plushies had convinced themselves that they were better on their own since nobody would understand them anyways, and vows to help them. With the help of the other Virutal Singers and his troupe, they put on a modified version of the Potato Ghost story to show the other plushies the zombies just wanted to be friends. As a reward, they learn that someone who knows about the Phoenix lives nearby.

Unfortunately, a large river blocks their path forward. Turtle plushies ferry others to the other bank, but at the moment, they're all too busy to take them. Nene and Luka come across an anxious turtle who dreams to one day ferry others across the river but is too scared to get in. Nene recognizes that fear, and with a little encouragement, tells the turtle about her own experience. She'd messed up before and was too scared to step on stage, but even so, she'd never stopped dreaming. Things are still scary, but the most important things are to find the courage to take the first step, friends to push you along, and the will to keep going. Moved by Nene's words, the turtle plushie manages to face their fear and enters the water. Thankful, they decide to take the rest of the group across the river.

Once across, they arrive at the house of Leon, a stuffed lion who's long studied the Phoenix. He tells them all about the Phoenix, as well as his dream to one day fly alongside Phoenix. He knows his dream is impossible, though. Emu, remembering how she had once felt in regards to the Wonder Stage and Phoenix Wonderland, cheers Leon up. As long as you hold your dream close and keep friends by your side, there's no problem you can't find a way to solve! Her words motivate Leon to not give up. The gang all follow him to the place Phoenix is most commonly seen.

After a bit of waiting, Phoenix flies down to greet them. Phoenix agrees to carry Leon, on the condition that they catch Phoenix flying in the sky first. Rui modifies Robonene to be able to leap high in the air, but she only has three chances and requires someone else to throw a net up. Tsukasa and Leon volunteer. The first two attempts fail, and Leon begins to doubt himself. Tsukasa, reminded of his own feelings of inadequacy, teaches Leon to turn those feelings into fuel. On the third and final attempt, though Phoenix dodges the net, Tsukasa leaps up and just barely grazes Phoenix. Though they failed their mission, Phoenix, impressed by their tenacity, promises to let Leon ride on Phoenix's back if they do manage to catch Phoenix one day. Phoenix also returns the map as a reward for their efforts.

Back at the harbor, the group inspects the map. They realize the different islands represent the shows they've done, and the various unmarked ones places they have yet to see. Tsukasa also comes to realize that the ship represents his evolving dream to "Aim for stardom, and together with my friends, we will embark on our journey of growth to many places". They try to sail towards Star Island, but the currents push them back. One day, once they've become true stars, they'll be able to sail there.

A plant bud blooms in the harbor.

Fan Translation (source: WxS translation team) / Second Focus Song (Tetrad that Illuminates the World) 3DMV / 2DMV

Opening: The Virtual Singers had called Wonderlands x Showtime (and Nenerobo) to the strange new harbor town Rin and Len had found in the SEKAI. KAITO theorizes that Tsukasa's evolving feelings may have manifested this place, but none of them know what those feelings might be. They decide to explore and learn more. Len realizes they can board the ship on the harbor, and Emu finds a strange map inside. Upon inspection, they learn there are many islands scattered about, leading to a grand one called Star Island. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blows the map away. A grand Phoenix swoops down, and the map gets caught within the Phoenix's wings. The troupe decide to chase after the Phoenix and reclaim the map.

Rui Chapter 1: They start by talking to many plushies around the harbor town; however, none of them have seen the Phoenix. When talking to the innkeeper, Rui, Miku, and Rin learn the wide variety of plushies are visitors from the various islands. They come across a group of run down zombie plushies off on their own. The rest of the plushies are scared of them, since they have "twisted personalities" and bite when approached. The innkeeper tells the three that those zombies mean no harm; it's just how they greet people.

Rui decides to approach the zombies, letting them bite him and him biting back. The zombies don't trust Rui, however; they fear he's just pretending to be their friend to get what he wants, since everyone else is scared of them. They know they won't ever fit in with the others. Rui realizes they're just like he was back then.

Rui Chapter 2: Rui explains how he had given up on ever trying to fit in, since he thought nothing would ever change. However after meeting Tsukasa, Emu, Nene, and the others, he realized just how much he truly wanted to perform with others. He's changed since then; he even fought for his selfish wish to stay together as a troupe. Miku tells him his dream isn't selfish at all. Rui decides to help the zombies get along with the others, since he knows they don't actually want to be alone like they say they do.

He gathers the zombies, as well as the rest of his troupe, and puts on a modified version of the Potato Ghost play from "It's On! Wonder Halloween!". The show helps the other plushies realize the zombies were just trying to be friends, and that there truly isn't anything to be scared of. Rui reflects on the power of shows and how they truly can connect others. With that, the zombies reveal that someone who knows about the Phoenix lives nearby.

Nene Chapter 1: A large river blocks the path between them and the one who knows about the Phoenix. Turtle plushies often ferry others to the other side, but they're all currently busy. They split up to go try and find an available one. Nene and Luka stumble upon a shy turtle who's dream is to ferry others, but after a storm flooded the area, it's now too scared to swim. Nene understands what it feels like to be terrified, but still unable to give up dreaming. Luka urges Nene to talk to the turtle.

Nene Chapter 2: Nene approaches the other turtle, and with reassurance from Luka, explains how she dreams of being a world-renowned actor, but after she'd forgotten her lines as a kid, became too scared to stand on stage again. She's still scared of a lot of things, especially the future, but she knows it's important to find the courage to move forward anyways. (It helps to have friends alongside you to give a push). The most important thing is the courage to take the first step.

Moved by Nene's words, the turtle successfully gets into the river. They then happily swim with Nene around the bay before taking the rest of Wonderlands x Showtime to the other side of the river. Nene reflects on how the future will be scary, but as long as she keeps moving forward with courage, she'll be alright.

Emu Chapter 1: The gang arrives at the house and greet the one who knows about Phoenix, a stuffed lion named Leon. Emu explains their situation, and Leon agrees to help! He's been researching the Phoenix, who's revealed to hail from Star Island, for a long time now. Leon's dream is to fly alongside the Phoenix one day, but he knows it's impossible. Everyone around him says so. That statement reminded Emu of the time she'd felt the same, when Shosuke told her her dream to save Phoenix Wonderland's image was impossible.

Emu Chapter 2: Emu reassures Leon that it's important to have dreams, no matter how impossible they may seem. As long as you hold your dreams close, you'll find a way to make them reality! She knows what it's like to not be able to achieve your dreams, her friends gave her the courage to not give up and worked together to make them come true. It's all about working together!

Moved by Emu's words, Leon decides to ask the others to help him fly with the Phoenix. Len suggests that he tries asking to fly on the back of the Phoenix. The group all follows Leon to a place where the Phoenix is most likely to be. While leaving, Len comments on Emu's ability to make everyone smile, and how she'll be able to spread that all across the world now.

Tsukasa Chapter 1: While waiting for the Phoenix, Tsukasa realizes he and Leon have similar dreams of chasing the impossible. Suddenly, the Phoenix arrives, so Tsukasa yells for Phoenix to come down. Leon explains his dream to Phoenix, but Phoenix refuses. Tsukasa refuses to leave, however. Phoenix decides to comply, but only if they manage to catch Phoenix flying in the sky. Len suggests using a net, like the one they'd used to catch Lion Dance Robot. Rui decides to modify Robonene so that she can leap up great distances, almost as if she were flying. However, she's limited to three jumps, and she can't throw the net herself. Leon volunteers to throw the net, so Tsukasa decides to go with him.

Tsukasa Chapter 2: After a bit of practice, Leon and Tsukasa are ready to go. On their first attempt, the wind blows the net off course. On the second, Leon throws too early and the net misses. Leon apologizes and begins to doubt himself. Tsukasa knows what it's like to want something so desperately but not be close enough to grasp it, remembering back to his feelings over Rio. He knows dreams aren't things to be extinguished so easily. Take that pain, embrace it, and turn it into the fuel to chase them! No matter what happens, the others will be there for them.

Motivated once again, Nenerobo leaps with Leon and Tsukasa for the final attempt. They get close, but Phoenix dodges the net. With one last ditch effort, Tsukasa jumps out of Nenerobo's arms and just barelt touches Phoenix before falling back to the ground. Emu notices one of Phoenix's feathers stuck to his back. Phoenix flies down to great them. Though the others didn't manage to capture Phoenix, Phoenix is impressed by their tenacity. If they manage to one day catch Phoenix, Phoenix promises to let them fly on Phoenix's back. Before flying off, Phoenix returns the map as a reward for the touch. Both Tsukasa and Leon resolve to keep chasing their dreams.

Closing: The group inspects the map further, realizing some islands are marked with references to shows they'd done in the past, while others remain unmarked. KAITO guesses that the ship has gone on it's own journey towards Star Island, just like the others have been chasing stardom. Tsukasa realizes that his feelings have evolved to take the form of "Aim for stardom, and together with my friends, we will embark on our journey of growth to many places".

Emu decides to try sailing the ship to Star Island. Together with the help of the harbor's plushies, they push the ship out to the water. However, the currents keep pushing them back to the harbor. Though they can't go yet, Miku is certain they'll be able to make it someday. Tsukasa dubs the ship, "Pegasus Special Deluxe Wonder" as he asks the others to continue moving forward towards their dreams.

A plant bud blooms near the ship.

[Note: Since multiple translators worked on this event, there are variances in how the new characters are translated. Specifically, Phoenix is referred to with both he and she pronouns by other characters, and Leon is also called Rion. I avoided pronoun use for Phoenix and used the localized Leon since it looks closest to "lion". When this event runs on the EN server, I will update this with their official naming conventions.]

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prskcostumes · 7 months

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Card Costume Directory (Year Four, First Half)

All event cards are placed under their own tag to be grouped together properly, but this list is to help people find the exact costume they might be looking for. The list is in order of release. This post goes from after the 3rd anniversay event (BURN MY SOUL) until the 3.5 anniversary event (Rise as ONE!).

BURN MY SOUL - FLAME OF ENDEAVOR - HOT AIR GIRL - SPARK SPARKLE

Stick to your faith - Resound Sky - Beyond Cloud - Warm Sunshine

The Warmth That Guides Us - Melancholic Modern Girl - Nostalgia Modern Girl - Sentimental Modern Girl

Searching for a Reflection Beneath the Waters - Twilight Embrace - Twilight Seek - Twilight Draw - Twilight Reflect

A Story Where You Are The Star - The Phantasmagoria - Transition Gentleman - Spiral Lady

The Best Picture Wrap! - Hardworking☆Patissier - Fighting Chef - Dreaming Pastry Chef

Sanrio Collab - Apple Picnic Coordination - Relaxing Coordination - Lots of Ribbons & Strawberries Dress - Strolling Cardigan Style - Soft & Fluffy Maid Dress - Stylish Girly Dress

Over Here! Over There! Zookeeper Experience! - Fluffy Police - Fuzzy Police - Striped Police

The Tone Played on That Day - Sailor of Yearning - Sailor of Deep Sorrow - Sailor of Incitement

Colorful Festival - Dreams in Bloom Knitted Style - The Garden's Beautiful Pale-Colored Flowers Style

Next to the Unchanging Warmth - Japanese Style Lolita Fashion - Japanese Style Rock Fashion - Japanese Style Elegant Fashion

BREAK DOWN THE WALL - Lit vivid - Smashing vivid - Fleek vivid - Awesome vivid

Backlight Lens Flare - Intruder:R - Hacker:N - Observer:R

Take the Best Shot! - Devilish Sweet Chocolate - Pure & Elegant Milk Chocolate - Mature & Chic Dark Chocolate

The Courage to Lead, the Kindness in My Heart - General Commander - Aid Uniform - Colonel Uniform

The Scars Left Behind, With Time - SUNNY magician - RAINY magician - CLOUDY magician

Relax Teatime - Fleeting Light Knight Attire - Illuminated Courtyard Knight Attire - Abyss Knight Attire

Keep It Steady, Let's Aim for the Star! - King of Spades - Queen of Diamonds - Queen of Hearts - King of Clubs

The first concerto - Color the past - Cherish regret - Love suffering

Colorful Festival - Come to Life - Kind Brother - Pretty Lady

Rise as ONE! - Naughty Dog - Soothing Dog - Gentle Dog

#costume resources #costume directories

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waltwhitmansbeard · 2 years

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my fair lady: chapter nine

this is a weird one to start with so maybe check out these first? obligatory tag for @romeoandjulietyouwish for being awesome.

Vax tastes blood. His head shifts slightly—there's something hard and cold beneath his face—and the stars in his vision spin nauseatingly. He blinks once, twice, and oh, it's the floor. He's on the ground, and the buzzing in his ear is starting to round off into something quieter, easier to ignore. It gives him just enough space to hear a familiar sound, the whisper of leather on metal, and he summons exactly enough energy to toss his body to one side, avoiding the falling dagger by an inch. He's looking up now, the world still more hazy than not, and the figure above him, head to toe in black with only the smallest break for a pair of vicious blue eyes, has raised its arms to try again. Vax is still dazed from being knocked to the stone floor, but his body works faster than his brain; a leg sweeps out, knocking the figure to the side before the dagger can come down a second time. The dagger clatters to the ground, and like a viper, Vax's hand darts out to snatch it up. A heartbeat later, it's sticking out of the figure's neck, blood gurgling from the wound.

He forces himself to his feet, wiping the blood from his split lip and ignoring the body now collapsing to the ground. He looks out at the sea of chaos, waves of blood and limbs scored by shrieks and wails. From the corner of his eye, he spots Grog's massive form, uncomfortably dressed up for the evening's festivities, man-handling Sovereign Korrin out a side entrance, away from the slaughter. Vax blinks, and finally his eyes come into proper focus.

Keyleth.

He searches the pandemonium for her—where had she been? Yes, that's right, with Percival—but there are too many bodies being pressed and shoved and tossed about. He starts to move, launching himself over the head table into the middle of the fray. Terror grips his heart, threatens to squeeze it until it is crushed like a grape in a fist, but he keeps his breathing calm and steady. Panic will not serve him here. His head is on a swivel, dodging errant blows and watching guests and guards alike be struck down around him. As he steps gingerly over bodies, wishing he had Mistress Pike's talent for healing, he notices something peculiar about those he steps over: there are more Ashari figures, including some of the sovereign's retinue and representatives from the major Ashari cities, than there are Syngornian or Draconian victims. This strikes Vax as odd, given that by and large there were more Syngornians at this event than guests of any other nation.

He has little time to ponder this unusual circumstance before a faint whistle in the air distracts him. He jerks to the side just as a longsword cuts through the air where his shoulder had just been. In a flash, two of his daggers are in his hands, and he's squaring off against a mountain of a figure, an orc, if the tusk-like bumps in the figure's face covering are any indication. Vax slashes forward, aiming for a gap in their armor, but the dagger is easily parried away, spinning out of Vax's hand. The other comes up, this time toward the jugular, but this figure is tall, and Vax can't quite reach high enough. The blade instead lodges at a terrible angle around the clavicle, and the assailant lets out a mighty roar of pain. Vax skitters back half a foot, pulls another dagger from his belt, and braces for the response.

Sure enough, the figure steps forward, but before the longsword can come back up, a terrific boom echoes over the din, and the front of this orc's head explodes outward. As they topple forward, dead, Vax spies Lord Percival just a few feet away, smoke billowing from his raised pistol.

"You're welcome."

Vax's eyes narrow, and he whips a dagger forward. He delights in the way Percival's eyes widen in fear just as the blade spins past his head, missing his ear by less than an inch, to bury itself in the eye of the attacker whose battleaxe was moments away from relieving the Master of Development of his head.

Vax stalks forward to retrieve the dagger. "You're welcome," he spits as he passes.

"Where's Keyleth?" Percival demands, half-shouting over the noise.

Whipping around, dagger in hand, Vax narrows his eyes. "What do you mean? You were with her last!"

"I sent her off to find you!"

Gods damn him. Vax gestures around incredulously. "Have you lost your mind?"

Percival at least as the self-awareness to look sheepish. He fires his pistol twice more at an attacker in the distance, then reloads, saying, "We need to find her."

He starts to turn and head off toward the exit, but Vax grabs his arm. "Wait. I believe they're targeting the Ashari delegation more than the others. Protect our people. I'll do what I was hired to do." And then he melts backward into the chaos, eyes darting about once more in search of his princess.

Keyleth has no idea where she is and no idea where she's going. She's on her back, a pair of arms gripping her shoulders and another keeping her legs from kicking or hitting the ground. She tries to scream, but the hand has not left her mouth. She watches the beautiful marbled ceilings fly by as she's carried away from the castle, away from the slaughter happening back in the ballroom.

The fear bubbling through her veins, she understands that, understands the skipping of her heart and the breath caught in her throat. The anger, though. That's new for her. She's never been rageful like this. There's a fire, simmering fast and hot beneath her skin. It crackles up her spine and threatens to swallow her whole. She wants to dig her fingers into her captors' eyes and tear their faces from their skulls. How dare these monsters invade this day of peace and spill the blood of innocents? How dare they threaten the lives of her family, her people, her allies?

The ceilings give way to falling dusk, and she is outside. From behind her head she hears horses whinny, and one of her abductors grits out, "Get her in the carriage!"

The one holding her feet drops them and she crashes to the ground, still held by the torso. A door opens, and panic seizes her. She squirms, and after a few seconds of struggling manages to reach one hand up to clamp down on the arm of the assailant still holding her. Squeezing tight, she lets the fire of her rage flow through her, and to her surprise, there's a shout of pain. The arms disappear from around her, the cloth now ablaze. She stands, stunned, at the shrieking abductor, confused about what she's just done. She looks down at her hands and yelps: flames flick up her fingers, encasing her hands in bright orange fire. She shakes her hands in an attempt to put the flames out, but to no avail.

A roar distracts her from the baffling sight of her hands on fire, and she looks up to see the second captor barreling towards her. Instinctively, she extends her hands, and the moment they come into contact with the attacker's clothes, they, too, alight in flames. Keyleth uses the distraction of her would-be abductors' attempts to douse the flames to make a break back toward the castle.

She nearly reaches the doors when something hits her hard in the back of her leg. It throws her forward, and she barely catches herself before her face bashes into the ground. She struggles to push herself back up to her feet, but she manages to duck back inside the castle to rush back toward the ballroom, her rage made manifest in her hands.

#critical role #critical role fic #cr fic #vaxleth #vaxleth fic #vaxleth au #tlovm #tlovm fic #my fic #my fair lady #vox machina #vox machina fic

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savorysatori · 4 years

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— 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘. ✗

“choke me, spank me, look at me, thank me.”

— sypnosis: working as a maid in a new house is very exciting, you get the money and everything goes well. although, once you’re introduced to the son of the parents, everything goes down hill.

cw, warning: size kink (?), creep!ushi, pictures without consent, nipple play, gn!reader, non-con, somnophilia, sloppy sex, dry humping, praise, panty stealer ushi.

% wc: 2234.

↷ a/n: y’all have no idea how long this was sitting in my drafts, for fucking 5 weeks plsssss- anyways I hope you all enjoy! this was rlly fun to do. also! shoutout to daisy, this collab was really cool! congratulations on 1K bb. <//3

— @daisy-bakugo, PORNSCAPE EVENT! ilyy.

You were everything he wanted, everything he fantasized about.

[1,000.]

That’s how much they were paying.

It was enough to have you accept the job immediately. It was enough to have you choose between two of the slightly revealing maid dresses and enough for you to be standing in front of the wakatoshi mansion. Briefcase in hand with a bucket of supplies you were instructed to bring. Everything was just right, you were prepared to clean, everything would go well.

The frilly material of the skirt swayed around your thighs and glided against the softness of your thigh-highs. Glistening jewels of your gold bracelets glimmering in the hot sun shining down on your skin. The thin line of thread held up the damp clothes, shredding any of the excess water soaked into them. All of the Wakatoshi’s clothing were fancy. Gold lining stitched in the middle or at the end of the cloth, it was clear they were wealthy. But, it somehow amazed you when your eyes glided to the very end of the line — some shirts & shorts were childlike. Pictures of guns and cars were painted onto a black shirt, it looked like something a 5th grader would do. ‘Maybe they had a child?’ You didn’t know, you only met the parents. Folding up the dry ones, you’d stuff them into the cart and push them towards the other line of clothes swishing in the breezy wind.

You finished doing the daily chores, slipping into their kitchen that was designed well with a beautiful interior. Cold marble was felt up against your skin as you tipped the bottle of wine into your glass, clacking against it. Your glossy lips propped up against the cup and took small sips of the fruity flavor. It slid down your throat and surged a zing of bitterness back up to take in the taste, so sweet and yet so unpleasant at the same time. You’d lick the juice off your lips and place it down steadily on the counter, looking up to see a heady gaze sharped on you.

6’2 and steady build towering over you with dark olive hair — was the wakatoshi’s son. Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Your body stayed still, unmoving. He wasn’t anywhere near a 3rd grader - more like a full grown adult. Tongue peeking out from your teeth to lick the dryness seeping between the cracks, your eyelids hooded.

“Uh- Hello! You must the wakatoshi’s son, I’m the new maid.” Extending your hand out to meet his; his hand stayed at his side, not seeming to shift to engulf yours. You’d drop it back beside you and nipped at your lip when the silence between you both continued.

“Well, I’ll see you around. Nice to meet you.. Ushijima! Your parents told me about you.”

You’d excuse yourself away from his intimidating gaze and close the door behind you. Maybe it’s a good idea to introduce myself another time.

The same look from before followed you out of the kitchen, watching you as you’d take up the laundry basket. His eyes kept gawking at your every move. Staring with every bit of emotion nobody could decipher, Toshi wasn’t a very talkative man and it was visible. He situated himself in the shadows and looked from above, staying out of any scandals his parents were exposed to. He did keep his eye on you. Stepping out of his secure area and making every note to try and approach you without seeming like a creep. His creep intentions did creep up back into his system when you started staying at his house, sleeping in a guest room 8 feet away from his room. It was easy; so easy to sneak into it when the moon raised in the dead of night.

Soft thuds of his feet against the carpet thankfully didn’t alert anyone, giving him the time to steal peeps at your sleeping state. Comforter pulled up. Oversized shirt to cover up the intimate parts of your body he dearly wanted to explore. Soft breaths left your pink lips to breathe it in again, his cock stirring at the sound of it. Toshi knew what was right from wrong, he knew that doing something like this would cost his life — but, dear god you were everything he dreamed of. He couldn’t stop now.

His calloused hands raised the shirt for him to be able to see your tummy, sliding his fingers down to the waistband of your panties. They were so simple and adorned your skin beautifully, keeping the heat between your legs warm just for him. His free hand unzipped his jeans and let them pool at his ankles, such as his boxers. You stirred slightly at the foreign touch, brows creasing forward. He stilled until you relaxed back into slumber, his fingers separated your thighs, and slowly slid the oozing head of his cock between them.

“Ah, princess, f-fuuck.” breath ragged, eyes shut closed to take in the bliss. Contentment streamed through him, his hips rocking against you to feel more, more of you. He was greedy. Toshi was insatiable, he wanted everything of you. He didn’t just want — he needed you. It was a plea. A whine for you, a need. The selfishness ran through his family, that’s how he inherited it. From his family. Was he ashamed? No. Not when you felt so good right now, not when he was about to reach the orgasm he was climbing to.

Sweat fanned down his toned chest, abs glistening with droplets of precipitation. His hips rocked forward one last time, cum spurting from his head and between the soft flesh of your thighs. It was sticky and slimy, rolling down to cover every little spot.

The sight of you sleeping soundly while his cum leaked from between your thighs, made the flaccid touch of his cock stir. You were just so pretty, a pretty little something he wanted to scoop up for himself. And he would do it with no trouble whatsoever. His hand slid down to grab his phone from the floor, lying face down. Toshi aimed right in the frame, snapping a picture for later. He stuffed it into the back pocket of his jeans and scurried away from your room, not bothering to clean up the mess of his dry cum smeared on you.

Pressing the ‘start’ button you watched the clothes in the machine swirl with bubbles of soap clouding over them. One hand on the machine and knocking it occasionally to make it turn on again. “Barely working.” You’d mutter.

Despite the Wakatoshi’s being filthy rich, their laundry room wasn’t at all cooperative. There were brown pieces of wood peeling off the wall with stains of what seemed to look like dry substance splattered on it. A bunch of plastic bags and socks were pushed to the corner of the room, dirty ones to be exact. Not much laid in the room other than the things you had listed — except for the posters of lewd manga hanging from the cluttered shelves.

The cool air of the basement door opening brushed up against you, your eyes drifting to see who it was. Standing there was Toshi. He was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. His expression was the same as always, stern and uninterested. You were both met with the silence from yesterday, uneasiness creeping up back to you.

Bothering not to talk, you turned back to the machine to see it at twenty-one minutes. It was almost done and you could leave to wrench away from the awkward silence you were sitting in. You could still feel his presence, you knew he was there and it was uncomfortable. So many questions were left unanswered in your head, you couldn’t understand them.

The back of your skirt was flipped up to meet your back, his clothed length pressed against you. He was hard. There was no doubt he wasn’t big, and that was what made your eye sockets almost swell out. He slowly rocked the fabric of your panties along with his bulge. Fingernails digging into your hip and pushing you up more to gain more access and spread your legs.

“Ushijima-“ words of confusion scrabbled out from your mouth quickly, “w-what are you doing?”

“Shh.” He jabbed the curve of your back and made you lay pressed against the cold exterior of the rattling washing machine. His words flustered you, it provoked you to stay quiet. You had never heard his voice before and a situation like this only shook your brain into a deeper hole of complication. “J-Just — let me do this, let me try it out. Once.”

And you did. You let him try it just once, you let him delude into the fantasy he had been dreaming of. You let him do it. Once.

You calmed down from the aftershock of his tongue sending you to see stars, arms jerking when the feeling of his hot touch pressing your face against the door of the machine. Your fingers tightening around the handle and pulling on it slightly, cheeks swelling up with heat. The sounds of your whimpers and tiny jolts sent him to push along more, arm encircling around your stomach, his voice breathy against the shell of your ear. You were like a succubus, a being he couldn’t leave nor escape, so alluring, sweet and he had just met you not too long ago.

The smack of his cock meeting his stomach caused you to crank your head back, looking over to see a beautiful sight. Ushijima’s cock was thick, curving gently upwards. The skin was a light shade of cream, and the head was large, pink, expanding tip. “Ushi-“ your voice was wavery, unsure paring with it.

He’d shush you again, angling your leg up as his lips pressed a kiss to your glistening cunt. Toshi took notice of your expressions when he slid into the warmth delves; brows creased together and little words scampering out from your lips. Latching onto the handle and pulling it ever so often when he hit a certain spot, whenever the tip of his cock caressed against your cervix- it was so beautiful seeing you be reduced to a quivering, blubbering mess. A surreal sight he would only see.

“You’re so damn tight. So wet, so willing.. just like that baby.” The pump of his hips made you lose yourself over and over again, a mixture of sounds that were all kinds of slobbery and slurred due to your dizziness. His pace picked up with renewed energy, slick and wet sounds fill the air, sweaty bodies clamping against each other. The whines and pants of his name being drowned out, so pathetic- clinging to the latch and crumbling under his touch. It drove him like a mad man, his brain clattering, the way you took him in with no problem amazed him, you were so inviting and supple.

“S’too b-big! Ushi- ah! -“

The whines of him being too big impaled itself into his brain, your shivering body and cunt wrapped around all together had already made him blank out, now with your pleas, it caused a switch in his head to flip and jack-hammer himself into you. Pump after pump. It made your eyelashes flutter with droplets of tears risking to stream down the fat of your cheeks. His hands holding you firmly, brows furrowed with grunts flowing into your right ear. A grunt rippled from him as his cock throbbed harshly inside you, the feeling making him come undone right there.

“Just like that, ah, fuck you make me feel so good.”

Wrinkled skirt falling to the floor, his cock pulling out of you slowly with globs of cum dribbling out of you, he’d shuffle around till you faced him fully now with a perplexed look on your face. The shirt becoming loose as Toshi’s lips wrapped around the sensitive nipple, suckling and easing any leftover moans out from your throat. His hands placing you on the machine and attaching his lips back onto your nipple, tongue flat against your sweaty skin.

“Fuck, U-Ushi! holy- fuck, just like that.” Your back straining as you leaned back, gasping and threading your fingers through his hair to balance. Toshi wasn’t one with words, his statue being quiet and still. But, words poured out from his lips at the sound of your moans, when you were so good for him.

“So, good.. pretty. pretty, like a beauty.” He pulled off of it with a squelch, standing up high and cupping your chin to stare in your love drunk eyes. “You were so good for me, yeah?”

You nodded, vision hazy and eyes occasionally blinking to peer up at him with a blurry image. Your head rested in the crook of his neck, sniffling as he picked up the soiled panties from the floor and stuffed them into his back pocket. They were red and pink, swirly designs on them, he found them so cute. He slid your legs around him and walked out of the room, leaving the washing machine to rattle in the background with soap and water overflowing onto the ground.

Ushijima just couldn’t leave you after that day, he stuck to you like glue. Who could blame him? You were everything he wanted, everything he had fantasized about.

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arbythel117 · 3 years

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Come For A Walk - A Prompt Fill

This was a prompt from @faerhardyn-the-raging-ethereal :) Thanks for it, and sorry it took me so long to finish it ❤

Prompt: Thel notices the subtle shaking in John’s hands as he watches him converse to Blue Team and Halsey. He notices the shaking even when the Spartan thinks that not all attention is on him. Thel knows the man is hurting so when the sun is down on Sanghelios he searches for the man, to converse and comfort him.

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The more time Thel spent around the Spartan, the more he learned about his subtle gestures and body language. The way he subtly tilts his head when he’s listening closely to others, that even though he’s stood straight that he’s relaxed, or how he communicates with his teammates with a lot of hand signals Thel had learned over time what they had meant. John had taught him what a Spartan smile was, because it couldn’t be seen under the tinted visors they wore, and that had been a groundbreaking moment for their relationship, drawing them ever closer to each other. Sometimes, Thel returned the gesture.

The one thing he noticed about John over anything else though, was how much his hands always just barely shook.

He couldn’t recall if it was always like that when they had first met, he was never too focused on the Spartan back then, only trying to keep peace with him and their mutual allies after leaving the Covenant, but as they grew together, he began to notice it. From just watching him walk around, to when he’s relaxed or eating. The only time Thel hasn’t seen it happen is when John was on the battlefield. The man was always fully focused, and his aim steady and true, unwavering.

Thel didn’t know if it was just nerves causing it, from excitement of the next mission, or his feelings, which he believed to be the more likely case. He needed to get John alone sometime and talk to him about it. He wasn’t even sure John was aware he did it.

He could see it again now, from where he was working, overlooking a balcony in his Keep, seeing John and his team with Halsey just a distance away outside.

He quite liked the Blue Team, and they were quick to accept the blooming relationship between him and John, if a bit skeptical at first. Kelly always seemed to be the most laid back of them, and he could see it now, the way she casually leaned against a tall boulder. Fred was second in command, a bit more serious, having his armored arms crossed over his chest. Linda never spoke much, very similar to John in that regard, but she was always one to get straight to the point when it mattered. She stood there with her sniper rifle in hand that he had never seen her without. It had freaked out many Sangheili originally when they had first come to Thel’s planet, but quickly learned she wasn’t a threat at all. He assumed it was something that made her feel safe on what was an unknown planet to her, surrounded by who used to be enemies.

And then there was John. The human had his back turned to him, standing straight as he usually did, but it was clear he was comfortable in the presence of his team and the doctor. Despite it, with his arms hanging at his sides, his hands shook. But almost as if John had sensed him watching, those same hands clenched into fists mere moments later to stop it.

Thel only watched for a few more seconds before letting out a sigh, and turning, seeing Rtas looking at him. They were working together on some of their Keeps paperwork before the former got distracted by the Spartan.

“You are worried about him.” Rtas commented, speaking in their native tongue, concern present in his orange colored eyes.

Thel was quiet, his mandibles shut closed, before he slowly nodded his head and let it hang slightly. “Yes.” He answered, then looked back out at Blue Team. He didn’t know what they were speaking about, most stuff was classified between them but sometimes John told the Sangheili about it. “He’s been through too much recently. I can see he keeps everything bottled inside.” Thel said.

The most recent event the Spartan had to endure through was losing Cortana. She had been a best friend to him, someone the Spartan could rely on through thick and thin until she became rampant. John had to personally put her down, he refused to let anyone else touch her, and Thel could tell it had affected him a lot. The way the other had been more withdrawn than usual lately, more quietly spoken or not speaking at all. He’s been hurting.

“You should speak to him.” Rtas said, putting a clawed, four-fingered hand on the other’s shoulder. “I can tell it has been affecting you as well.”

Thel looked Rtas in the eyes, a quiet falling over them both. He worked his mandibles as though in search of the right words, and then nodded. “I will tonight. At sundown.” He promised.

“Good.” Rtas gave him a half-jawed Sangheili smile. “It will be good for you both.” Squeezing his shoulder and standing up, he went over to the balcony doors and shut the curtains, blocking out the sun and the view of the Spartan team outside for Thel’s sake. “Let us get back to work.” He said, sitting down across the other Sangheili again, delving back into paperwork with him.

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It wasn’t difficult to find the Spartan. The Sangheili had offered them their training grounds to use whenever they felt like it, and in fact, many of the Sangheili loved training with and against them as the Spartans made formidable opponents and trainers. Many of the young ones still had yet to best them in a fight, and it only made them fight harder to defend their still growing honor. It was a good lesson for them.

To find John here though, at the time of night it was, with the sun nearly set over the horizon, was a bit unusual. He would normally have called it a night already and turned in and Thel wouldn’t see him again until the next morning. But entering the grounds, Thel could see him sparring in hand-to-hand combat with his teammate, Kelly. They looked to be on equal footing aside from Kelly dodging and moving from attacks a bit quicker. She was the first one to notice Thel, and John had taken the opportunity of her distraction to knock her off her nimble feet.

“Oof, hey,” She complained after she landed, and gestured towards the Sangheili. “Looks like there’s someone here for you, John.”

“I hope I am not interrupting.” Thel apologized, walking closer towards the pair.

“No,” John said, shaking his head. “Not at all. Do you need something?” He asked, and again, Thel could see that slight tilt of his head as he asked.

“I would like to walk with you.” He requested, and glanced at the female Spartan. “If that is alright with you.” When Kelly just shrugged her shoulders indifferently, he looked back at John expectantly.

“Sure.” John replied. Turning to Kelly, “Let the team know I’ll turn in late tonight. Don’t worry about me.” He said and began to walk towards the exit of the training grounds. Thel followed just a step behind.

Only moments later, Thel could have sworn if looks could kill just from a helmet visor, they would have, as John had suddenly turned and stared down Kelly for a few seconds while she waved innocently back at him.

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The nights of Sanghelios were quiet, and always lit up. The only sounds that broke the quiet were the rushing of the nearby rivers, and the sounds of their footsteps and occasionally the scurrying of the nocturnal animals coming out for the night. Overhead the aurora shone bright, dancing in blues and greens, along with the two moons of Sanghelios. The planet truly did feel like a different place at night than the busyness the day brought.

John and Thel walked side by side for a distance away from their homes, in a comfortable silence, almost seeming to not really have any destination in mind of where they were going as Thel lead them down a winding path through the mountains with the double moons lighting their way.

As discreetly as the Sangheili could, Thel looked down at John’s hand closest to him. It was shaking ever so slightly again as they walked. He let out a silent sigh through his nose, and imitating what he had seen humans close to each other do and threaded his fingers between John’s armored ones, holding his hand.

It wasn’t practical for him, it was uncomfortable a bit actually, with how his hands were made compared to the human’s and being slightly larger, but he did it for the comfort of the other. John’s hand had reflexively almost pulled away, but remained locked when his visored eyes met Thel’s amber ones.

“Sorry,” Thel apologized quietly, “I hope this is okay.”

It took a few moments before John nodded. “Yeah...” He breathed out, “Yeah, it’s okay.”

“Good.” Thel replied, leaving them in silence together for a bit longer as they walked, hand in hand. Though the armor was cold in the night air, he could swear he felt warmth emanating from the Spartan’s hand that was more relaxed now, unshaking.

“Why-“

“I-“

John was the first to break their silence after a while, only to have himself cut off as Thel began to speak at the same time.

“My apologies.” Thel apologized quickly after the few moments of them realizing they tried to speak at the same time. “You first.”

“Uh, right,” The Spartan said, a bit flustered now, “Why bring me out here?” He asked curiously, tilting his head slightly. Though he could appreciate the view of the double moons, the rising stars, the aurora, the view the mountains gave at night, standing tall around them and casting dark shadows, he knew there had to be a reason beyond that that the Arbiter had requested him along.

“I was concerned.” Thel answered, and looked up at the sky. “Maybe it is not my place,” He said, then looking back at John, “but I thought you seemed like you could use a friend.” He said, then added more softly, “Are you okay?”

John suddenly came to a stop, causing Thel to stop, surprised, as he stiffened, and gently pulled his hand out from Thel’s own. The absence of John’s hand in Thel’s own was immediately missed by him, but the Sangheili didn’t protest, only tightened his closed mandibles in response. To John, he didn’t know where this was coming from. He didn’t believe he gave off any indication to cause any worry. He always kept everything bottled up tightly, never to be seen by anyone, put on a facade that everything was okay and that he was okay, yet Thel, ever so seemingly observant, had noticed he truly wasn’t okay. Sure, his team knew about his pain and his grief, his depression, but they never spoke much of it, just living life as it came, and no one else outside of them knew what he was going through.

Thel was the first one to ask him, outside of Blue Team, if he was okay. It was such a simple thing, yet it meant so much to him. That someone outside of what he considered family cared.

And he wasn’t prepared for the surge of emotions that brought forth in him that he would usually only let out if he was completely alone. The sudden stinging of his eyes that he only wanted to rub to stop tears from spilling over, the lump in his throat as he tried to come up with some response for Thel, only for nothing to be able to come out.

John was suddenly thankful for the helmet he wore over his head, hiding the raw emotions that crossed his face from the other.

Thel gently took both the Spartan’s hands into his again, as they began shaking uncontrollably with the sudden emotions. Though his hands had armored pads over the top of them, it didn’t stop Thel from rubbing his thumbs over top of them simultaneously. He would give him the time he needed to respond while also letting him know he was here for him.

When a single shake of a head was the only response Thel got back after a couple minutes, it was all he needed to hear from the other, not expecting more beyond that tonight. Thel got the closure he needed, and they could work on it together in the future, opening up to each other. “I will be the ears to listen when you need it.” He promised, willing to go at John’s pace.

And John was also thankful for Thel. The other was present for many of the things he’d gone through recently, he was someone who could likely understand him the most. He was glad to have been gradually becoming closer to the Sangheili.

He shared his silent thanks by giving Thel’s hands a couple of light squeezes, comforted by the squeeze he received back.

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enha-woodzies · 4 years

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➸ CHAPTER 1 | " A TRUCE FOR STICKS "

starring: enhypen ft. i-land daniel

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader x sunghoon

genres: royal au, romance, angst, slowburn, 18th century setting

word count: 1.4k

taglist: @serendipitysung (thank you for the beta babe) @affectionaterainoflove @renkiv @softforjungwoo @jislix

[ TEASER ] | [ MASTERLIST ] | [ NEXT CHAPTER ]

"Hear me! Hear me! Oh dearest citizens of Northumberland! Today, I excitingly send words of the town's whatabouts as we engage ourselves in the most awaited event of the season一 the debutantes' ball!

To finally meet and acquire their very own match, a roster of this year's finest young ladies and lords will twirl and swoon their way in the Queen's Court in about forty-eight hours from today.

Amongst the several noblemen in present, who will be the lucky and eligible lords to win the hearts and hands of the city's virtuous and stunning young women? From Northumberland's notable and wealthy families, who will be the successful couples to make it through the exceptional game of matchmaking?

I, for one, doubt the family of Lady Yang will be two steps behind this social occasion, as it appears to my sources the second-born is finally joining the eligible bachelors of the season! Oh yes! Juicy, isn't it? But wait! Another juicy tattle just sprung up the instincts of the town's desperate mothers!

The ravishing only son of the Duke of Northumberland is finally back in town and up for grabs as the Duke himself announced his son "eligible and in need of a potential wife"! This season will no other be than an exciting and exceptional turn for the highly-acclaimed families of the North.

Curious of what's going to happen? Well, see you in forty-eight hours!"

The folded paper is now shoved at the back pocket of the tensed boy who begrudgingly positioned himself back in the shooting marker of the field. With a steady stance and a firm grip on the blunderbuss, he pulls the trigger aiming for the target hanging on a tree branch. The boy hisses for what somehow appears to be his fifteenth missed shot now.

"I see you've read the Daily Tattle. Does that explain your angered shot just now?" A tall, plump-faced boy walks toward the brooding lad who's now awaiting his next bullet being prepared by his personal servants.

He heaves a deep sigh. "Been pissing off my shot the moment I took my first pull this morning."

The tall, plump-faced boy in question is Daniel, the youngest of the three brothers of the Yang family and a very dear friend of our pissed off lad, Niki, the youngest of the Park family. Daniel slings an arm around his pal's shoulder, only to be shrugged away in an instant. "Loosen up, my lord." He scoffs in sarcasm. "Is it your sister?"

Niki closes an eye as he carefully steadies his arm to his line of sight. After he blows another impulsive shot, he lets go of the blunderbuss and turns to his friend. "Who do you think?"

"Well, for starters, you're using the blunderbuss for target practice. Anyone would think you're just out to play but as your trusted old pal, you only come out here with that weapon when it's about your sister." Niki rolls his eyes while pulling Daniel to the nearby bench. "You sure, bud? Only when it's about Y/n? You've surely seen the stupid parchment this morning. Can't believe you're dumb enough to be my friend."

Daniel perks up his brows when he recalls the contents of the Daily Tattle. "Ah! Sunghoon's returned!" Niki clicks his tongue while adjusting the utterly tight boots his maid had put on for him. “And here I am thinking you’re annoyed because your sister is about to be offered for marriage.” The other boy mumbles.

“It was originally that. But then one thing led to another now that I’ve seen the Daily Tattle. Mother will look for ways to get Y/n closer to Sunghoon.”

“Well, I’d do the same if I was your mother. It’s the Duke’s son we're talking about here! His father plans to hand over the title to him as soon as he gets married. Isn’t it regal?” Niki quickly slaps Daniel’s chest before walking away to head inside their manor. The boy was quick enough to catch up to his heated friend, after all, he has pretty long legs for a mere young lad.

“C’mon! Y/n would never answer to a guy like him. You should trust your sister more often, Nik.”

“And you should keep your mouth shut more often, Dan.” Daniel struggled to stifle another remark the moment Niki turned his back on him. He knows where Niki’s frustration and anger are coming from so one more silliness from him would make Niki’s fist land him on the ground.

“Sunghoon sent me an invitation this morning. I reckon you haven’t opened yours? Chap’s inviting us for quick rounds of fencing in their garden today.”

Niki abruptly stopped from his rushed paces when Daniel’s tone changed from being playful to utter seriousness, but he never turned to face him. He was trying to process what his pal just said and stood stiff on his spot. “It’s about time you take your sticks out… for a few rounds of fencing, don't you think?” Daniel walked past Niki but didn't fail to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. He huffs an almost tired sigh. “See you at the Duke’s garden, bud.”

The afternoon daze lands upon Niki’s hooded figure coming down from their carriage. The boy deeply exhales before finally setting foot on his former friend's grounds. It’s been years, he thought. But the memory still stings his fragile heart, although his mother taught him better than to let his emotions get the better of him. He just couldn't figure out what to do in the remaining hours of being stuck with Sunghoon in this dreaded place.

“Lord Niki,” The Duke’s butler bows before the lad while choking in a whisper. “Belle missed you tons, my lord.” He finally let out.

“She does, doesn't she? I’m sure she's been well?” Niki suddenly felt a rushing warmth up in his cheeks at the mere knowledge he just gained. “Always been, my lord.” Niki places a hand on the butler's shoulder before smiling away. “Much thanks, Edmond. I’ll visit the castle’s stable in a bit to see what Belle's been up to. And don’t worry, I can see myself to the horses.”

“Niki! You came!” Daniel rushed to his friend for a tight hug to which Niki only forced a smile. It wasn't because of Daniel’s almost constricting embrace though, but because of the sight of the Duke’s son walking his way towards the two lads. “Your Grace.” With a tone of sarcasm and his most incomparable humor, Niki bows before the tall and well-built, almost pale marquess the instance Daniel pulled away.

“There will be no need for formalities, Niki. It’s not like-”

“I insist, Your Grace.” Sunghoon clicks his tongue as he places his hands on his waist. He will, after all, be addressed that way very soon. “Very well. You’ve never been one to take heedings anyway. Come, the garden’s been waiting for us.”

The pavement leading to the grand garden was made of the purest white pebbles and enormous shrubs towering over them on each side of the vertical pathway. Niki couldn't help himself from sniffing the fresh air time to time as the place, despite being dreadful, is filled with fresh air adequately provided by the healthy bunch of trees that's surrounding the royal grounds.

He forces down every bit of flashback that's trying to reign over him by little subtleties such as swallowing his saliva consistently, or clicking his fingers in agitation. Daniel would place an arm over his shoulder every ten seconds to keep the anxious boy from insanity.

So long as Niki was too occupied with his drowning thoughts, he hasn't realized the servant handing him the fencing sword after he’s changed into full gear in the middle of the yard.

“May I remind you that this is nothing but a formal play without personal intentions in the way. I trust you well enough to at least take that very simple heed, Niki. There won’t be a need to get effusive.” Sunghoon smirks to the boy whose eyes are now hooded with fuming anger.

“Oh, he’s tamed, my lord. You need not to worry about him. Right, Niki?” Daniel awkwardly chuckles to keep the tension from brewing any further. With stares that could kill, Niki may as well have “His Grace’s” head off by now.

“After the third count, gentlemen. En-garde!”

“Foils at the ready!”

“One…”

“Two…”

“Allez!”

And before the count even reached its end, Niki threw his first offense.

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maddiethebull · 3 years

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Belphie (Obey Me!) - Prompt# 45 - “That’s the laugh I was missing.”

Hi eveybody! This was requested by @little-cherryblossomtree

Hope you have a good read and a good day!!! :)

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The Devildom was exciting as ever as you and the brothers sat at the table to have dinner and all of you were talking about your days.

“Well I got a C- on a test today,” said Mammon with a grandiose smile and pose. Satan rolled his eyes,

“Pff, I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Then you chimed in, “Shouldn’t you be aiming a little higher there, bud?”

Belphie erupted into laughter, “Oh, that’d be the f***ing day! Imagine Mammon getting a C+ for once.”

His comment caused laughter all around the room, including Mammon. As the laughter died down, he caught you looking at him and a pale blush rose to his cheeks. He smiled at you and was about to say something when Levi spoke up, “Today had much more important events going on, though, did you guys know that Sucre Frenzy came out with their new line of merch today?!”

“Oh NO, mn-mn,” said Asmo, “you already dress like that, don’t make it worse.” Levi’s orange eyes narrowed and he stuck out his tongue at him.

Lucifer cleared his throat, “Though I agree with Asmo-”

“Hey!” Levi interrupted and was met with a cold look from his eldest brother.

“As I was saying, though I agree with you, I will admit it was an off-handed comment, Asmo.”

“I’ll stop making off-handed comments when Levi stops wearing off-branded clothing.”

The conversation was light and produced much laughter among the lot of you until dinner came to an end and as you, Lucifer, and Belphie were cleaning up the table, Lucifer spoke as he handed you one of Beels thirty plates, “I’m glad that you’ve enjoyed yourself so much.”

You replied, “Yeah! The food was amazing, I can’t say that I’ve ever even thought about eating Three Spice Three Head Hell Turkey before, but wow can Beel cook!”

Belphie smiled at you, “Right?” As you and Belphie kept conversing about cooking, Lucifer’s eyebrows furrowed as he thought of how to go about saying what he was going to say next. He cleared his throat before speaking, a staple of Lucifer, and said,

“I was referring to the Devildom as a whole, your stay with us is coming to an end in approximately one earthly month.”

Both you and Belphie looked at him wide-eyed.

“Oh,” you said. You didn’t honestly know what else to say, it’s not like you were counting the days till you left so the end of your stay came much faster than you expected it would. You looked to Belphie as his hands tensed, gripping the plate he held till his knuckles turned white.

“It feels like it’s hardly been a day,” he said as he forced his features to display happiness, but you knew that look in his eyes. The same went for the look in your eyes. When Belphie looked at you all there was between the two of you felt almost visible at that moment, as if it hung in the air like specs of dust floating around or like sunlight shining through a window that graced everything in its sweet glow. Belphie’s deep purple eyes fell upon yours with a look you could only decipher as a deep, soft yearning. He quickly turned around and finished putting the plates away.

“So, will you be getting your stuff together soon?” he asked you gently, scared to know the answer.

“Um,” your voice cracked, you felt so overwhelmed with feelings after hearing how soon you’d have to go, “I- um… I’m not sure.” You cleared your throat and put away the silverware you were cleaning and hastily made your way to your room because you felt like you needed to be alone for a minute. It was like a crashing down of all these emotions; it felt like you just got hit by a bus. Was the end really coming this soon? What was going to happen when you left? Would the brothers forget about you… would Belphie forget you after you left? The tears that brimmed in your eyes began falling as the painful thoughts kept coming forward. You grabbed the pillow that Belhpie left on your bed for whenever he slept in your room. You clung to the cow print pillow with all your strength as you sobbed quietly into it.

Belphie paced up and down the divide between his and Beel’s bed. He wasn’t tired, which was the first sign that something was seriously wrong.

“Will you tell me what’s the matter?” prodded Beel. He was met with the sound of Belphie’s footsteps pacing and pacing and pacing and nothing else, he couldn’t find the words to respond. Beel responded to the silence,

“Hello? You’re obviously upset and I’d like to know what’s bothering you so much, you’re my brother and best friend, dude. If I can help, I want to.” Frustrated, Belphie stopped pacing, let out a grunt, and left the room. He knew that Beel only meant well, but he didn’t want to be the one to remind his brother that you were leaving so soon. He knew it’d break Beel’s heart to see you go. You were one of the only people that Beel could really open up to. Belphie decided it best to just have Lucifer tell his twin, they would all be torn up that you were going but Lucifer was so good at hiding his emotions that he could be steady when telling the rest of the brothers the news.

He continued walking. He had walked up and down the whole house before deciding he needed some air and made a beeline for the garden. He could feel everything boiling over and he couldn’t stand when others saw him cry. He figured it would be his safest bet at being completely alone to get his feelings out given the late hour. He hurried his pace until he got to the wide glass doors leading outside, pushed them open, and began running. He didn’t know why he started running, maybe he just had to get away from it all for a minute; to have the world to himself. But he did not have it to himself.

He stopped short as he saw you sitting in the gazebo. He heard whimpers and saw the silver streams running down your cheeks. Normally, he would’ve gone straight over without hesitation, but he could feel his muscles freeze up. It felt like there was nothing he could do to make you feel better this time, so why try? Why go over there to remind you of what you would be losing and what he would be losing. He would be losing everything. Hot tears began falling from his eyes and he fell to his knees. He began sobbing and his cries alerted you to his presence. When he looked up and saw you sitting there looking so perfect in the pale moonlight, he moved without thinking and made his way to you. He wiped the tears from his eyes on his shirt sleeves and stood in front of you. His warm hands graced your cheeks as he wiped away the tears on your face.

After some calming down, the two of you simply sat and talked, you huddled up next to him to fend off the chilly night air as he said, “You know that thing I said earlier, about the stars?”

You nodded your head in reply. He had sent a text about wanting to give you the stars in the sky, but he sent it because everyone was sending impossibly romantic things to you and he figured you’d get a laugh out of it.

He continued, “And how I made fun of it being impossible and cheesy?”

A faint smile formed on your lips and you replied, “Yes, I do.” That faint smile, though held down by the somber look in your eyes, still lingered on your expression as you twiddled with your fingers.

He turned to you, “I would still do it, you know, give you a star…” He continued looking at you as your gaze turned to the night sky that glittered with the silver specks of light, “So, just point and tell me which one you want.”

You chuckled, “Even if it’s impossible?”

After a moment of thought, Belphie replied, “I don’t know if I’d say impossible. I gave it more thought and I ordered a fuck ton of ladders, but I still gotta find some inflammable gift wrap.”

A laugh spilled from your lips, your smile brighter to him than any star, “That’s the laugh I’ve been missing,” he said, his voice quiet as if you weren’t supposed to hear.

As you continued snickering at his dumb joke, you asked, “How many ladders do you reckon we’ll need?”

“Oh, at least 12.” And soon the both of you were just a pair of giggling idiots, rambling on about the stars and how to capture them. For the first time, Belphie wasn’t the first to fall asleep, he couldn’t sleep with so many thoughts of you running through his mind at a million miles per hour, were you really going to leave? Were you really just going to one day not be there? His eyes were yet again hot with brimming tears as these questions arose and were replaced by many more. Everything he’d done for you, with you, all of his feelings, were they not enough to make you stay? Were you going to forget him? But as he kept thinking, he thought about how little he really knew you, you’d only been in the Delivom for a year.

Did you want to go home? Did you have loving parents, friends that you missed? Should he really keep you from all of that just because he couldn’t bear losing you? Was there someone that you loved on Earth? He held back his tears, he knew that whatever you decided to do, he would have to go along with it, and if you wanted to leave, if you truly wanted to go back, he wouldn’t stop you even though it would be the most painful thing he’s ever done. He was between a rock and a hard place if you left because he couldn’t leave all of his brothers that easily, he couldn’t leave Beel, but he also couldn’t leave you, the more that he thought, he knew that he couldn’t watch you go, he couldn’t say goodbye.

As silver moonlight fell on the both of you, he leaned his head close to yours as you rested on his shoulder, “Do you remember that other thing I texted you about?”

He asked, though he already knew you were fast asleep.

He smiled and kept talking, “It was a while ago but I made you promise me that we would do all of the things that I wanted to do with you… we haven’t done all of them yet. I don’t think we’ll ever be done with that list because it just keeps growing,”

He put his hand on yours, gentle enough so as not to wake you, “So, I’m not gonna let you go.”

His voice quivered as those tears that he held back fell from his eyes and hopelessly tumbled down his cheeks, “Even if you do leave, I’m gonna pack up my stuff and I’m gonna haul ass to wherever you are, whether it’s here, in the human world, or even the celestial realm.”

He let out a sigh through his gentle smile, “I know you’re not technically listening,” he wiped the tears with his sleeves, “but I don’t care, I’m getting practice in telling you all of this when you’re awake.”

He quietly chuckled and leaned further in to give you a soft kiss on your forehead as he brushed the hair from your face.

“I love you,” was the last thing he said before he drifted off to sleep with you in his arms, and he wished to have endless days to tell you that.

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“Delivery's coming!!!”

#project sekai #tsukasa tenma #Keep It Steady Let’s Aim for the Star! Event #Crown of Suit [UNIT LIMITED GACHA]#Reaching for the Heights #4 Star card

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hoxc · 3 years

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Gwyn ap Nudd is a Hunter. Diana Wrayburn, a strong Warrior. Together, they are a force to be reckoned with. The series kick off at Alec and Magnus’ beach wedding at the end of QOAAD in which Diana and Gwyn are lying on the beach shore, remote from the crowd. Discover how their romantic, intimate and adventurous relationship is evolving since the events following the downfall of the Cohort and see what their future holds over the course of several chapters. The first Chapter is inspired by The Archer by Taylor Swift.

The view was unparalleled, though Diana found herself caught adrift in her partner’s compelling and heterochromatic gaze. Every fleck of color in both eyes a constant reminder of the being Gywn was, who he’s long ago been forced to become and continue to be, as the leader of the Wild Hunt. Centuries of bloodshed, plagues and warfare planted in the crevisses of his irises like organic warpaint with which to fend off enemies. Almond-shaped eyes sculpted to hunt through an endless night.

Somehow he did not scare her for he was not the monster the folklore tales painted him to be. Underneath the curse and the dark artifices is the male who made her feel seen for the woman and warrior she truly is. A feeling that would never go away, no matter how grotesque the fables or atrocities he’s committed on behalf of the Wild Hunt. In the Shadow world, nothing is as simple as black or white. She cannot fix the person he was, though she can help him become the person he could be.

She herself has lived a life full of lies, secrets and deception toward others whilst he has been forced to run and hide in the shadows for what could be a millenia. Somehow, they had more in common than meets the eye.

“Trouble in paradise, my Angel?” echoed Gwyn’s sultry voice on the shore of Diana’s thoughts, instantly bringing her back to herself.

A minute or an hour could have passed, Diana could not tell. She slightly tilted her head in the ocean’s direction to hide her smile, the color in her cheeks turning as red as the surrounding flames. Gwyn gripped her chin ever so gently so as to bathe in the sight of her raw emotion. Diana reciprocated the motion and held him by the neck, her fingers brushing his pointed and delicate ears.

“Just realized we are almost out of that delicious iceberg cider. Let me get something else to drink.”

“Then let me get drunk in you,” whispered the Hunter on his lover’s lips. A laughter erupted from the Warrior’s mouth before she leaned to put her legs around his waist, intiating a heavy make out session.

Their time on the run from the Cohort brought them closer, though they were never completely alone. Or completely together. Gwyn wrapped his corded arms around her and laid his hands on her lower back, giving into the passionate kiss that spoke words that could not be said in public. Fireworks exploded in her bowels as shooting stars rained over the beach like arrows being shot down from Heaven; piercing through the veil of our world.

When the hour got late, they decided to bid congratulations to the newly weds again before making their departure. Emma was slyly approaching their direction, Tavvy cradled in her arms. Wait, was she winking at them?

“He’s had too much cake,” said Emma, pointing at the icing and crumbs sticking to the boy’s cheeks, “and Cristina cut me off from playing the Lover album on repeat so we are officially leaving this party,” joked the girl.

“Thank you again, for everything you did to help us through this War, Gwyn. Diana, Julian is waiting in the car. Are you coming with us?” For an instant, Diana saw the ten year old girl who’d just lost her parents, pleading her to return to the Institute with her. Her heart sank. Emma made to turn back slowly when Gwyn caught her by the elbow and steadied the girl.

“Stand straight child, better days are coming,” riddled Gwyn, the squint in his eyes giving Emma the eerie feeling he could forsee better days ahead that she couldn’t. The blonde warrior smiled her usual grinny smile.

“Tell my scoliosis that” she chuckled back. There, she reappeared; the young woman who’d defied all the odds to be happy for herself.

“Matter of fact I am not coming back with you,” admitted Diana, surprising herself and Gwyn whose eyebrows raised incredulously.

“Suit yourself. See you early tomorrow for training then!” Emma made to turn back, waving Tavvy’s sleeping hand for him. Diana held the girl’s hand tenderly, and, for a second time, Emma was denied the chance of a semi-dramatic exit.

“Emma, a Shadowhunter married a warlock – the most amazing Warlock – today and made history. Tonight calls for celabration. I will see you when I see you,” added Diana with a wink at Emma.

“Gwyn, be a dear and call in your horse. We’re going for a ride.”

There are no amount of words to describe the pure freedom of riding a horse through the skies, under the stars and above the sea. Diana held the reins, Gwyn holding onto her wilderness. The wind made no sound in the presence of the Hunter. His next words cut right through her ears.

“Why am I worthy of you, lady Diana?” asked Gwyn in a shy yet commanding voice.

Her pull on the reins would have sent an actual living, breathing horse riding on land into a frenzy of confusion similar as the one she was expericing right now. She was not actually leading the horse anywhere, it responded to Gwyn’s commands without speech or action. She turned her head around to face him and embraced his radiating warmth.

“If you don’t expain yourself more clearly, this sentence won’t even apply.”

The ancient war God inhaled deeply before delivering his thoughts carefully into her inquiring eyes.

“I’ve been the Archer,” revealed Gwyn, pointing at his antler helmet that declared him King of no Courts. “I’ve been the prey,” he continued on, feeling the roughness of the powerful cape many have died attempting to steal, while others have died for daring to look at it for too long. “Who could ever leave me,” he added on, angling his head closer to hers, indicating his one colored eye. A result of the curse he suffers and shares with the other members of the Wild Hunt. A pack from which one may never leave unscathed or alive. His eyes watered at the corners which only amplified the hues of eyes. His words cut deep and profound. For the first time since she’s known him, she felt him vulnerable, and oh so sexy. She brushed her lips against his and closed her eyes. Her lashes gently scraping Gwyn’s cheeks like butterflies laying on a delicate flower. He pulled back from the embrace to absorb the look on her face. Something he would aim to do for centuries on end. He peered directly into the eyes of her face, also paying attention to the tattoed Koi fish’s eyes as he continued- “,but who could stay?”

Diana was equally moved and couldn’t keep herself from giggling at the Hunter quoting Taylor Swift’s song The Archer, which must have been played heavily that night. She reminded herself to thank Emma for her unitentional favor. A promise of love weighed on each word he sought to share and every touches he landed on her skin. She had to oblige.

“All the King’s horses and all the King’s men, couldn’t put me together again, either Gwyn. Combat. I am ready for combat,” declared Diana as her heart and body were lifted higher into the clouds, out of sight from prying eyes.

In that moment, she let herself be spun into the darkness and all the broken bits of lights fighting their way through. That evening, he showed her the past of his broken bones and she let him foresee the scars in her future. In the present, they found love. It was not for their eyes to see, but it was felt in their hearts the pure courage to start. Broken, but together.

#gwyn ap nudd #diana wrayburn #shadowhunters chronicles #dark artifices #julian blackthorn #emma carstairs #cristina rosales #love #fluff #fanfiction #mine #aaa #archiveourourown #story #roman #new relationship #the archer #lover album #taylorswift

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slytherinbarnes · 4 years

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Sub Rosa [30]

i. wanheda, pt 1

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

Word Count: 7.9k

Warnings: smut! fighting, blood, mentions of past assault, death.

Summary: three months gave passed since the events at mount weather, and things have changed so much in that time: your friendships, relationships, living situation. despite clarke’s absence, life has been good. until you receive news that not only is clarke alive, she’s being hunted.

a/n: happy season three premiere!!!! thank you for all the kind words on season two (and sub rosa in general!!!) you have all made me smile so much! this season is the longest to date, so I hope you’re all ready! we’re starting off with a longer chapter update too, so I hope you all enjoy! the taglist for this series is open! I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!

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5 days after Mount Weather

“Tell me about Shumway.”

“Tell me about dad,” you counter.

Your mother and Kane keep neutral expressions as they watch you, and you squirm in your seat, uncomfortable with the topic at hand. They exchange a look and after a second, your mother nods. “What do you want to know?”

“Did dad know you were going to turn him in?”

“Yes.” Though you had started to suspect that would be her answer, it still knocks the breath out of you. “It was his idea actually.”

Your head drops, thinking of your misplaced blame since he died, when it was his idea all along. Just like Finn, turning himself in to save the rest of you. When you lift your head again, tears glitter in your mom’s eyes, and you know your eyes mirror hers. “Right after your arrest, your dad told me that this was the only way to save you. He’d known about the oxygen problem for a few days, and he had already told me about it, though he didn’t tell me about his plans to go public until then.”

She stands, walking around the council table to kneel in front of you, taking your hands. “We knew there was no other way to save you. So he traded his life for yours.”

“A life for a life,” you whisper, looking down at your joined hands.

She squeezes your hand and whispers, “Now tell us about Shumway.”

You stand abruptly from the chair, spinning out of her grip and starting to pace, your body tense and anxious.

“Shumway was the lowest form of scum there is.” You practically spit the words at them. “He was the one who discovered me. Before he ratted me out, he said he wanted to make a deal. Become his plaything, and I’m safe. Our secret is safe. My family would be safe.”

You feel tears spill from your eyes and roll down your cheeks, and you shake your head. “But I couldn’t do it, didn’t want to. And when I fought back, he turned me in.”

You take a deep breath to steady you, sparing a glance over at your mother, who’s now watching you in pure anguish. “After that, I thought that was it, that I’d never see him again. But then on the day of dad’s execution, Shumway came to my cell. I didn’t even know dad had been arrested. But he told me that he could get me there so that I could say goodbye, I just had to agree to his original deal.”

Your mom steps towards you, and you lift your hand to your wrist, brushing your fingers over the watch that belonged to your father. “This time I said yes.”

You angrily wipe away your tears as you remember that day. “But I didn’t make it in time, Shumway made sure of that. I came around the corner right as they sent dad into space. After that, I lost it and tried to attack Shumway. They sent me to solitary because they said I was too much trouble. Shumway came to visit me whenever he wanted, and I tried to tell the other guards what was happening to me, but no one believed me. He abused me physically, mentally, and emotionally for months. It was hell.”

Your mom steps towards you and reaches out for you, pulling you into a hug. You can hear her sobs as she holds you, the comfort forcing your tears to start up again, finally able to mourn and cope the way that you never could before. After a minute, she releases you from her hold, but stays close to you. “The night before we made it into Tondc with Finn’s body, I had a nightmare. When I woke up, I swear I saw dad, leading me to a clearing to look at the stars.”

You drop your gaze to your feet, hoping that they don’t think you’re unhinged. “Shumway followed me out there and tried to tell me that I still belonged to him, but I fought back. Bellamy showed up and we were starting to leave, to come get you two, actually, when Shumway attacked him. I tried to pull them apart, keep them separate, but he knocked me to the side. By the time I looked up again, Shumway had his gun out, aimed at Bellamy.”

Your gaze lifts and lands on Kane, determination set in your jaw. “I don’t even remember pulling the knife out, but I couldn’t let him kill Bellamy. Afterwards, I freaked out about killing him, but I was worried that it would’ve derailed the treaty and getting my friends out of Mount Weather, so I forced Bellamy to help me hide the body, and I swore to him that I'd tell you after everyone was safe.”

You lock eyes with Kane, wanting him to understand what you have to say. “This is all my fault. Bellamy is completely innocent in all of this, a victim really.”

Kane stands from his seat, and lets out a quiet sigh. He places his palms resolutely on the table in front of him, looking down and thinking hard about your punishment. Your gaze drops to your feet, ready to accept it, whatever it is, as long as Bellamy is kept out of it. After a long moment of silence, you can hear Kane readying to speak.

“Will you join the guard?”

Your head snaps up so hard your neck cracks. “What?”

“Will you join the guard?”

“I don’t understand, aren't you going to punish me?”

Kane shakes his head, coming around the table to stand closer to you, and you watch him exchange a look with your mother. “Shumway did terrible things to you under our watch. We failed you, and I’m sorry about that.”

Your mom grabs your hand. “What you did was an act of survival, to save you and Bellamy both. We’ve pardoned others for much worse than what you did.”

Finn. You shake your head in disbelief. “So, that’s it then?”

“Yes.” Kane steps back and gestures toward the door, “You’re free to go, as soon as you answer my question.”

“I’ll do it.”

His face splits into a grin. “Great, you start training tomorrow.”

Two weeks after Mount Weather

Your swords clang together in a clash of metal on metal, both of you letting out a grunt as you try to overcome the other’s strength. Knowing that Octavia has the advantage, you drop down, freeing your sword, before reaching out your other hand and swiping at her legs. The force sends her onto her back, and she lands with a groan.

You stand, smiling down at her annoyed expression. You feel your smile drop, worried about the incoming criticism, when she grins. “Took you long enough.”

You let out a surprised laugh as you lean down and pull her to her feet. Once she’s upright, she sheaths her sword and gestures towards the mess hall, “Let’s eat.”

You smile and follow her to there, talking the whole way over about everything and nothing. When you get there, you run into Lincoln, drenched in sweat, clearly post training. He smirks at you, “Did your boyfriend wimp out on me or something?”

You shake your head, downing a cup of water before looking at him. “What are you talking about?”

“We were supposed to spar today, but he never showed.”

You lower your cup, and your brows lift in surprise. “He didn’t show up?”

He shakes his head and you set your cup to the side. “That’s not like him.”

Lincoln just shrugs, inviting you and Octavia over to eat with him, but you wave them off. “I’m gonna go find Bellamy.”

“See ya later.”

You jog out of the mess hall and make a beeline for Bellamy’s place, stopping outside the door and lifting your hand to knock. As you do, you swear you hear a muffled sob from the other side. You feel your panic rise before you knock softly. “Bellamy?”

The crying stops, the room behind the door falling into silence, and you realize Bellamy has no intention of opening the door. “Bellamy it’s me, can I come in?”

You’re once again met by silence, and you debate walking away, leaving him to be alone if that’s what he wants, but the nagging feeling in your gut tells you to do the opposite. “Okay, I’m coming in!”

You open the door and step inside, eyes falling on a figure sitting up in bed, swiping at his eyes, trying to hide the tears on his face. But as soon as his gaze locks with yours, the emotion spills over again, and he starts to cry softly.

You quickly close the door and the space between you, sitting down on the bed beside him and trying to decide the best way to comfort this new side of Bellamy. He looks over at you, a sob breaking free from his chest before he whispers, “I keep seeing their faces. Maya, Vincent, all those people who helped us, kept us alive. Dead, because of what I did.”

You reach out and grab his hand, and his eyes follow the movement before lifting to your face. You shake your head. “What we did, Bellamy. All three of us pulled that lever. We did what we had to do to save our people. That doesn’t always make it easier, but that’s not the outcome that any of us wanted.”

He nods his head and wipes away his tears again before asking, “Will you stay with me?”

“Of course, Bell.”

He pulls back the covers and you both slide inside, turning to lay on your sides and face each other. He pulls the covers up as high as he can, and you both watch each other silently for a long while, drawing in comfort from each other, trying to forget what you’ve had to do to survive. Eventually, he whispers, “Tell me about the stars.”

You look at him with affection and nod. “There’s one that always made me laugh growing up, and it’s the story about Cancer, the crab. Zeus had a son, one that I know you’ve heard of before, Hercules.”

Bellamy nods, familiar with the legend, watching you with quiet intensity. “Well Hera, Zeus’ wife, was jealous of Hercules and the love that Zeus had for him, so she gave him 12 labors to test his strength and courage. She picked tasks that were difficult, if not impossible, for the average man, in the hopes that Hercules would fail and lose Zeus’ favor. The second of these labors was to kill the Hydra, a beast with nine heads. If you cut one of the nine heads off, two more would grow back in its place. Of course, Hercules figured out how to defeat the Hydra: cut the head off and seal the wound with fire, making it impossible for the heads to grow back. When Hera saw this, she panicked and sent a crab to grab Hercules on the heel and distract him from the fight, thus making him lose. Instead, when the crab latched onto his foot, Hercules used his other foot to stomp on the crab and crush it, ruining Hera’s distraction. He defeated the Hydra and proceeded to the next labor, but not before Zeus put the crab in the stars, partially to immortalize the success of Hercules, but also to remind Hera of her failure.”

The corner of Bellamy’s mouth lifts in a smile, so small that you almost miss it. You smile back and he whispers, “Can you tell me another one?”

“Of course I can.”

4 weeks after Mount Weather

Things are better between you and your mother, the truth about your father and Shumway no longer a secret, the heart to heart working to improve your relationship. But better doesn’t mean fixed.

“You just let her go! Do you realize the danger you’ve put her in?”

“I know, mom! I get it, okay? I regret letting her leave as soon as she was out of sight, but there’s only so much I could do. This is what Clarke wanted.”

“I don’t care what she wanted! You are both still kids, and-”

You cut her off, “We haven’t been kids since we got down here. The sooner you realize that, the better.”

You turn and storm off, slamming the door to your shared quarters and heading across the camp to Bellamy’s. He lets you in as soon as soon he sees you, anger still billowing off you in waves. He ushers you inside and over to his bed, patting it and inviting you to sit. You do so with a huff and grind out, “I should have known that peace would be short lived with us.”

“Your mom?”

“I can’t take it anymore, Bellamy, she’s driving me crazy! We fight every few days about Clarke, and it doesn’t help that we’re stuck in the same room. I think I'd rather be back in that damn tent with Clarke. Or sleeping in a tree.”

Bellamy snorts, remembering your preferred sleeping location. “Why don’t you just move in here?”

You turn to him with a surprised expression. “With you?”

You can see him fighting back a smirk as he quips, “That was the plan, unless you’d like to share a room with some other guy.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

He laughs, “I know.”

You hesitate, thinking it over, looking at him with skepticism. “Are you sure?”

“I don’t know, are you a blanket hog?”

You keep your face serious. “No, never!”

“Then yes, I’m sure.” You launch yourself at him suddenly, both of you falling back onto the bed with happy laughter. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

5 weeks after Mount Weather

Kane stands in front of you and Bellamy, both of you wearing matching guard jackets and neutral expressions. “You can both assist the others on the supply run to Mount Weather today.”

Your expression drops, mouth pulling down into a frown. “No.”

Kane turns towards you, surprised, until he sees your expression. You mutter, “It’s too soon. For both of us. What can we do instead?”

“Abby has asked me to form a team to search for Clarke. I was waiting to find the best people for the job, but who better than the two people closest to her?”

“I’m in.”

“Me too.”

“Good.” He smiles and hands you a rolled up map. “It’s up to you to plan the searches. Just remember: peace with the Grounders is fragile.”

6 weeks after Mount Weather

He stands in front of you, shirtless, shifting from side to side on his feet, hands up in defense. “I hope you know that I’m not going to go easy on you.”

You lunge forward, swiping your leg at his feet and knocking him flat on his back. You can hear the others snickering behind you. “I hope you know that I won’t either.”

You scramble backwards as Bellamy launches himself at you, barely avoiding the arms that reach out for you. He jumps to his feet and you swing a punch at him, which he dodges easily. You duck under the fist he sends flying at you in return, using the move to toss a punch to his exposed abdomen. He grunts in pain before using your move on you, and knocking you off your feet and onto your back. He’s on top of you in a second, pinning your arms to the ground and grinning down at you like the cheshire cat. “Admit defeat.”

You knee him in the leg, the force of it knocking him off balance, and you use the distraction to roll you both over until you’re on top of him, pinning him to the ground. “You first.”

A smile spreads across your face at your advantage, until you see a spark of something in his eye, a mischievous glint that lights a small fire within you. You don’t have time to question it because Lincoln yells, “It’s a draw! Monroe, Harper, you two are up tomorrow.”

Lincoln’s voice pulls you out of your head and you roll off of Bellamy, both of you still staring at each other as everyone else packs up around you and leaves the room. You swear you hear Lincoln mutter something about “too much pent up aggression” as he walks by, but you barely notice.

You and Bellamy stay kneeled in front of each other, eyes locked in a stare until the room is empty. You see the glint in his eyes grow, and you catch onto his line of thinking quickly. As soon as you are the last two left in the room, you both practically jump at each other, lips connecting in a frenzy of built up aggression and passion.

His hands reach out and pull you closer, and you lift your hands up to his curls and thread them there. As the kiss grows more heated, his tongue slips into your mouth, fighting for dominance. You feel the heat in your belly grow white hot, desire burning through you like a wildfire. You pull away a fraction of an inch and gasp out, “Home.”

Bellamy nods and stands, pulling you to your feet, and you both grab your things and practically run back to your shared quarters. The door is barely closed before he turns and pushes you up against it, kissing you long and hard, the passion from your spar following you home. Bellamy’s hands start to roam over your body, and you feel his hands stop just below the hem of your shirt, hesitating. You break the kiss and pull your shirt and undergarments off quickly, giving him permission, before your mouths collide again.

He pulls you close, your bare chest now pressed against his, the skin on skin contact lighting electricity along your skin. He slides his mouth along your jaw and down your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses to your skin. His mouth drops to your chest, and you moan at the contact as he kisses and sucks a path from one breast to the other. Your back arches, pressing your chest closer to him, and you can feel him smile against your skin. You start to feel embarrassment creep up, and he must sense it, because his mouth comes back up and reconnects with yours, pulling you out of your head and away from any thoughts of embarrassment.

He steps backwards, pulling you with him, both of you kicking off your shoes as he leads you back to the bed. Once he reaches the edge, he pulls away and sits, leaving you standing in front of him. He leans forward and kisses a path down your chest and over your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your pants. He looks up at you, his expression soft, and for the first time you realize how truly safe you feel with him. His hands come to rest on your sides, and his voice is a quiet whisper when he asks, “Is this okay?”

“Yes.”

He unbuttons your pants slowly, giving you time to change your mind, but you don’t. Instead, you allow him to pull them down and off, helping you to step out of them. He guides you to straddle his still clothed lap, before his hands come to rest on your cheeks, holding your gaze in place as he looks at you with affection. “I love you.”

The words shock you, and you feel tears prick your eyes as your gaze stays locked with his, the affection never wavering. Your heart swells because you know he means it. You smile at him, and whisper, “I love you more than the stars.”

His face splits into a grin, the brightest smile you’ve ever seen on his face. You feel yourself overflowing with adoration for him, and the bright smile surrounded by the smattering of freckles on his face. He leans in and kisses you, this time soft and slow, the fire from earlier now changed by the softness of his love.

He leans back, taking you with him, before rolling you carefully until you’re beneath him, safe in his arms. He pulls away from you and tugs off his pants and underwear, and you take a minute to stare at his chiseled body with appreciation. He catches your eyes and ducks his head, sheepish, but you reach out and lift his chin, guiding his gaze back to yours before giving him a smile. He smiles and leans in for another kiss, before pulling away to ask, “Are you sure?”

You smile and nod, “I’m sure.”

He pulls your underwear off and tosses it to the side with the rest of the clothes, turning back to admire your now naked form. You resist the urge to cover yourself as his eyes rake over you, before meeting yours. His voice is full of awe when he whispers, “You’re beautiful.”

You pull him down for another kiss, relishing in the safety of his arms as they come to rest on either side of your head. He spends a long time kissing and worshipping you, constantly checking to make sure you’re okay. When he finally takes you, it’s slow and sweet, both of your foreheads pressed together and your eyes locked as he pushes into you, mouths open and panting, breaths mingling.

It doesn’t take long for you to reach your climax, and Bellamy is right behind you, both of you moaning each other’s names as you finish.

After you’ve both come down, he rolls off of you and you lay side by side, enjoying the comfortable silence of each other’s company. As you reach up a finger and trace the freckles that dot his body, forming constellations, you whisper, “Tell me about the gods.”

He smiles, his eyes lifting from your finger to your face. “What?”

“Your mom used to tell you and Octavia about mythology, right?” He nods. “Then tell me about the gods.”

8 weeks after Mount Weather

“Tell me about the stars.”

You give him a sidelong glance, the request one that he only makes when he’s upset, but doesn’t want to talk about it. His eyes are locked on the sky above him, both of you side by side on a blanket just outside the walls of Arkadia. You think of his quiet intensity when he found you tonight, fresh out of a meeting with Kane, a hurricane of emotions brewing inside of him. You accepted his request without hesitation, the same way you accept his request now.

“The Pleiades were the seven daughters of Pleione and Atlas, the titan that held the weight of the world on his shoulders.” You glance at him again, his body tense with stress, because Bellamy and Atlas are the same. Two men given an impossible task; carry the weight of the world, and hope it doesn’t break you. “It’s said they felt so much sorrow for Atlas’ burden that Zeus placed them among the stars. But there’s another story too.”

Bellamy turns to look at you and you meet his gaze, reaching out to thread your fingers through his. “The Pleiades were beautiful. So beautiful that Orion took notice and chased them constantly, no matter how uncomfortable it made them. The Pleiades appealed to Zeus, who took pity on them and changed them into doves, allowing them to fly up and hide among the stars.”

Bellamy turns to look at the sky again, the stars high and bright above you, and he whispers, “Sometimes I wish I could hide in the stars.”

You reach out with your other hand and turn his face towards you. “What’s troubling you, Atlas?”

“So many people are looking to me, counting on me, to lead and keep them safe. But what if I’m the problem?”

“You’re not.”

“Jasper blames us for Mount Weather, and for Maya’s death. Monty says he drinks himself into a stupor nearly every night. Clarke’s gone, Finn’s dead. I took the radio and sentenced 300 people to death in the Culling. I irradiated Mount Weather.”

“You don’t have to carry this alone, Bellamy. I was in Mount Weather with you, and I pulled that lever with you. I missed every sign that Finn was going to give himself up until it was too late. I helped you with the radio, and I let Clarke go.” You see tears well up in his eyes, and you lift a hand to his cheek. “The world is not yours alone to bear.”

He nods, and lifts his free hand up to rest on yours. He glances at the stars again and whispers, “Still, I wish I could hide among them.”

“Me too.”

10 weeks after Mount Weather

“Mebi osa-”

“No, no, no. Mebi oso.”

You sigh and start again, “Mebi oso na hit choda op nodotaim?”

“Yes!”

You look at Lincoln as he smiles at you with pride. You ask, “And that means?”

“May we meet again.” You smile at the translation, the blending of two worlds, Grounder and Skaikru. He pulls himself to his feet before extending a hand out to you to help you up. As he pulls you to your feet, he asks, “Same time tomorrow?”

You nod and he starts to turn away, but you call out, “Wait.”

He turns and looks back at you, a question in his eyes. “That takedown that you used on Miller yesterday in sparring, can you teach it to me?”

A smile slowly spreads across his face as he remembers the schedule for tomorrow. “You spar Bellamy next, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Get over here.”

12 weeks after Mount Weather

You stand to the side of the mat, watching as Lincoln and Bellamy tug off their shirts and toss them aside as they prepare to spar. You hear murmurs of enjoyment in the crowd behind you and you roll your eyes.

The two men stand on the mat facing each other, hands lifted in defense. Bellamy swings a punch out first, but Lincoln dodges it easily. Lincoln punches back, but misses, and Bellamy follows up with two consecutive punches. As he swings his arm around for the third, Lincoln ducks and punches Bellamy in his exposed ribs, causing Bellamy to double over and grunt in pain.

Lincoln brings an elbow down onto Bellamy’s back, who returns the move with a strong kick. When Bellamy tries to punch Lincoln again, he stops Bellamy’s arm in the air and delivers a punch to Bellamy’s chest. Lincoln uses the painful distraction to send a strong kick towards Bellamy, which knocks him down onto his stomach. You watch him punch the ground and yell out in frustration, his anger now pulling him to his feet.

He descends on Lincoln and delivers blow after blow, and Lincoln steps back enough to wipe blood from his mouth. You already know the outcome before it happens, and you watch unsurprised as Bellamy continues his aggressive attack, only to be flipped on his back and defeated by Lincoln.

The crowd lets out the collective breath they were holding as they watched the fight, and Lincoln turns to address the group. “He had me, but he was too aggressive.”

Bellamy pulls himself to his feet and walks over to his shirt, pulling it over his head. He mumbles, “Whatever you say.”

A few people snicker behind you as Lincoln counters, “Quitting so soon?”

“Mapping run. Sector 7.” He locks eyes with you, “Let's get this over with.”

You nod and grab the bag on the floor, turning and tossing it to Lincoln who catches it with ease. He pulls a guard jacket from the bag, and you walk closer to the pair as he looks between the two of you in surprise. “The Council wants you to have that.”

“I'm Trikru.”

“A uniform doesn't change that. This is our home now, Lincoln. We fought for it, too many of our friends died for it. On the Ark, the uniform meant something different. Down here, it means what we make it mean. My sister will understand that eventually.”

Lincoln tells the others to pair up before turning back to you and Bellamy. “Sector 7? That puts you right at the Ice Nation Border.”

“We know.”

“Just because Azgeda is part of the Commander's Coalition, doesn't mean they respect the ceasefire. I should be on that scout.”

You and Bellamy give him a sad smile, “I wish. We all do. But until the Commander agrees to lift the kill order on you, you're more trouble than you're worth.”

He nods, defeated, and Bellamy gestures to the door, asking if you’re ready to go. When you nod in return, he motions for you to lead, before he follows you from the room. Once you get outside and start heading for the Chancellor’s office, you turn to Bellamy with a smirk. “You got your ass kicked.”

He throws you a mock glare, “Shut up.”

“No, really. I think that was your shortest spar yet.”

He cocks his head to the side, and you eye him suspiciously before he lunges at you. You let out a laugh and run off, trying to avoid his outstretched arms. He catches up to you easily and scoops you up, tossing you over his shoulder as you laugh and protest, “Put me down!”

“What was that about me getting my ass kicked?”

You laugh, “Bellamy, put me down!”

“What was that you said? Something about my shortest spar yet?”

“Okay, okay, I take it back!”

He puts you down, his face still split in a wide grin. “Good, because we’re here.”

He leans down and gives you a quick kiss before knocking quietly on the open door. You and Bellamy peer inside, locking eyes with Kane, who’s standing in front of the map, a finger held to his lips. He points over to your mother, asleep on the couch, before waving you both inside. You smile at her sleeping form as Kane whispers, “This is the first sleep the Chancellor's had in two days.”

You cut your eyes over to Kane, disapproving. “Kane, you’re supposed to watch her. You know she’ll work until she drops.”

“I know, but your mother is a force to be reckoned with when she sets her mind to something. Kind of like a certain set of twins that I know.”

You roll your eyes and Bellamy cuts in, “We’ll be quick, but we wanted to let you know we’re going into Sector 7. I think we should arm the entire unit.”

“Permission granted. But the rules of engagement still apply, non lethal response. There hasn't been an attack since Mount Weather. That’s three months. Our people believe that this is real peace. Try not to screw that up.”

He smirks at the end, a sign that he’s serious, but trusts you both. You and Bellamy both smile back and nod. “Yes, sir.”

Bellamy leads you to the armory first, and you both keep up a casual conversation as you pack guns into a duffel bag, prepared to arm your entire team. You keep to light topics, the nerves of going outside the walls ever present at the start of a mission. Once the bag is packed, you head towards the rover, the meeting place for the entire team.

When you step inside the hangar bay, your eyes land on Monty, who is sitting at a table, head in his hands, unmoving. Bellamy yells, “Monty, why aren't you ready?”

“I am. He's not.”

You both follow Monty’s gaze to the passed out figure on the floor, half hidden underneath a table. You exchange a look with Bellamy and whisper, “Jasper.”

You all three stand over Jasper, watching him, as Monty asks, “What should we do?”

You look at the two boys like it’s obvious, “We should leave him this time.”

Monty looks between you and Bellamy, eyes pleading. “He's not getting better. Maya's death broke him. He needs this.”

You can hear Bellamy sigh, a sign he’s caving, and you turn to him with a warning look. “Bellamy…”

He turns to look at you, understanding, but he whispers, “I know. But we did this. And if this is what Jasper needs, then we owe it to him.”

“Fine.”

Bellamy hands you the bag of guns, before him and Monty each grab one of Jasper’s arms and pull him to his feet, dragging him over to the rover. Bellamy passes all of Jasper’s weight over to Monty as you drop the bag of guns onto the hood of the rover with a loud thunk.

“Hey!” Raven wheels out from beneath the rover and glares at you, “Take it easy!”

You both glare at each other until she breaks and smiles. You smile back and retort, “Morning to you too.”

Bellamy starts pulling out guns, handing one to you and Raven, and you slide the strap on. You check your knife holster as Bellamy tosses a gun to Miller, who quips back, “What's the point if we can't shoot 'em?”

“We can, just not to kill. That goes for everyone. Where's Octavia?”

“We're going outside the wall. You honestly think she'd miss that?”

Bellamy nods in agreement with Miller, but turns to you. “Will you go look for her?”

“Sure.”

You head out of the building and straight for the stables, where Octavia keeps her horse, Helios. She smiles when you walk in, and you return it, watching as she readies Helios to go out. “Are you going with us today?”

“Yes, but not in the rover.”

She pulls herself onto the back of her horse, before extending an arm out to you. You take it without hesitation, and she helps pull you onto Helios’ back before directing him towards the rover. You make it over just as the doors slide open revealing the vehicle, full of passengers. You can see Bellamy rolls his eyes playfully when he sees you and Octavia on the back of her horse. Octavia locks eyes with Raven and yells, “Try and keep up.”

She spins Helios around and guides him through the camp easily, leading the rover out of the gates and onto the path in the woods. Once you’re free of the camp, Octavia turns and smirks. “Hold on!”

You wrap your arms around her waist just as she spurs Helios into a gallop. You let out a surprised laugh as you tear through the woods on his back, the wind whipping your hair all around you. Octavia leads the group through the woods until the path opens up into a wide field, allowing the rover to ride beside you. You watch as the hatch on the top flies open, and Jasper pokes his head out of the top and lets out a wild scream. You and Octavia laugh as you watch him, a smile on his face for the first time in weeks.

But everything comes to an abrupt halt when the rover stops dead in its tracks. Jasper ducks back down into the rover, and Octavia pulls Helios to a stop. She quickly slides off before turning to help you down, and you both jog over to the rover and pull open the back door. Your eyes instantly lock with Bellamy’s as you ask, “What happened?”

“A tracking beacon from the Ark. Farm Station.”

You nod, “Well, let’s go get it.”

“It’s in Ice Nation.”

You all exchange a look as Raven glances at the flashing beacon. “Protocol says we go home. Let the Chancellor decide what to do next.”

“Screw protocol.” Bellamy looks away from you, over to Monty and Miller. “The Chancellor's not from Farm Station. Monty is, and so is Miller's boyfriend. It's your call.”

Monty nods, “Let's do this.”

Miller looks at him like it’s obvious, “You have to ask?”

Bellamy turns and echoes Octavia’s earlier words back to her. “Try to keep up.”

Octavia closes the door with a smirk and leads you back to Helios, both of you quickly mounting and following the rover as it leads you towards Ice Nation territory. It doesn’t take long for the rover to stop at a treeline, and everyone starts to file out. You and Octavia dismount, and she secures Helios to a tree as Bellamy addresses the group. “These woods must be the border.”

“So, where's all the ice?”

Octavia turns to Jasper. “Much farther north, Azgeda stretches for 1,000 miles.”

You lift your gun, already on guard as you fall into line behind Bellamy. “Remember rules of engagement are non-lethal force. Tight formation on my command.”

“They're coming. 120 meters. 110.” Monty tries to step forward, but Bellamy holds out an arm to keep him back. “They're our people, what are you-”

Bellamy cuts him off, “We hope they're our people. On my command.”

You all lift your guns and spread out, standing at the ready, right on the border of Ice Nation territory. Three horses weave through the trees and straight towards you, looking nothing like anyone from Farm Station. You glance at Octavia. “Ice Nation?”

“Yes. White war paint. Stay calm.”

Octavia slides her sword back to the sheath on her back and holds up her hands in surrender as the three Ice Nation warriors come to a stop in front of you. “Chon yu bilaik?”

Bellamy, aware of your lessons with Lincoln, glances over at you, searching for a translation, but you shake your head, letting him know you’re just as lost. Octavia’s voice is strong and steady when she answers, “Skaikru. Ste lufa osir kru au.”

Skaikru, looking for our people. Octavia’s reply helps you to follow the conversation, now realizing they must have asked who you are. But the Ice Nation’s next statement confuses you further. “Ste lufa wanheda au.”

You turn to Bellamy and translate, “They think we’re looking for Wanheda.”

His brows scrunch together, “Who’s that?”

“I don’t know.”

Octavia turns and looks back at the two of you, and Bellamy repeats the question to her, but she shakes her head, just as confused as you are.

One of the warriors dismounts his horse, and Monty perks up and whispers, “The light. That's the beacon.”

Your eyes all drop to the beacon hanging from the man’s jacket, as you try to plan how to get it. But before anyone says anything, Jasper stumbles past all of you, straight towards the man. Bellamy yells, “Hey, get back here!”

The other two warriors pull back their bows and aim straight for Jasper, and Octavia tries to grab him as he walks past, but he pulls free from her grip. “It’s okay, I got this.”

Bellamy desperately whispers to Octavia, “Tell them we observe the commander's truce, do it now!”

“Osir gouba ogonzaun kom heda in!”

Jasper comes to a stop right in front of the man, and they stare at each other for a split second before Jasper reaches out and pulls the beacon free from the man’s coat. “This belongs to us.”

He turns and starts to walk back towards your group, but the warrior grabs the back of his bulletproof vest and tugs him backwards, lifting a knife to his throat as he moves. “Weron wanheda kamp raun?”

You ignore his question about Wanheda and yell, “Breik em au!”

Let him go! Octavia adds, “Osir nou get in chon daunde bilaik! Beja.”

You recognize the words “we don’t know” and “please”, which is enough to give you the idea of what Octavia is pleading for. The warrior says nothing, he just stands there with his knife to Jasper’s throat, looking angry. Jasper on the other hand, is standing at the brink of death, and he’s laughing. Everyone’s guns lower as you watch him giggle, completely amused at the situation he’s in, but your guns don’t stay down for long, because the Ice Nation Warrior starts to pull the knife across Jasper’s throat as he asks, “Yo vout in dison ste leyos?”

You have enough time to translate the word “funny” before your eyes land on the red blooming on Jasper’s neck, and Bellamy fires a shot at the warrior, knocking him away from Jasper. You aim for the warrior on the left and Miller aims for the one on the right, both of you taking them out in quick succession, knocking them off their horses.

You watch as the warrior near Jasper starts to stand, and Octavia yells, “Jasper, get down!”

She pulls her sword from its sheath before throwing it at the man, and you all watch as it sticks itself into his chest, killing him. You barely have time to process the events of the last twenty seconds before the radio in the rover starts to crackle to life with Kane’s voice. Bellamy mutters, “What now?”

“I’ve got Jasper, you get Kane.”

He nods and jogs back to the rover, and you make a beeline for the injured delinquent, who is kneeling on the ground with his hand to his neck. “What the hell were you thinking?”

Octavia follows you over to Jasper, and you both haul him to his feet and lead him to the rover so he can lean against it for support. Jasper answers, “We got the beacon, didn’t we?”

You give him a disapproving look and mutter, “But we almost lost you.”

You see his expression soften slightly before he puts his guard up again. Miller jogs over and hands you a first aid kit, which you accept with a nod of thanks. You pull Jasper’s hand away and inspect the wound, glad that it’s not too deep, but still worried about the amount of blood. You press gauze to the wound and start to wrap cloth around his neck to hold it in place, securing it as Bellamy comes around the corner of the rover and yells, “Take him home!”

“I'm fine, thank you for asking.”

Bellamy glares at him before calling out, “Miller!”

“Yeah?”

“Get one of their horses. Raven, since you can't ride, you're on the back. Octavia, get Jasper to Abby.” He looks between you and Monty, “You two are with me.”

“Okay.”

Everyone breaks off quickly, and you pass the medical kit to Octavia. “In case you need it again. Those bandages should hold until he gets back, but don’t waste any time.”

“You got it.”

You turn and head to the rover before sliding in the back seat behind Bellamy. Monty slides into the passenger seat, and he barely has the door closed before Bellamy takes off again. You look at Bellamy in the rearview mirror, “Where are we going?”

“Sector 4, to meet Kane.”

“Did he say why?”

“No.”

His curt responses are enough to let you know that he is tense and angry, and further questioning isn’t going to help that. You lean back and rest your head against the wall, letting the rest of the trip carry on in silence.

When you reach sector 4, Bellamy drives until he reaches a large tunnel, and then he puts the car in park and slides out. You and Monty exchange a look before following him, lifting your guns and surveying the area as he leads you into the tunnel.

Monty whispers, “You were right about Jasper.”

You glance at him and shrug, because you knew you were and having him say it out loud doesn’t change that. Bellamy turns back and glares at Monty. “Quiet. Keep your eyes peeled.” He’s quiet for a minute before adding, “I should've said no.”

“He's getting worse isn't he? I mean getting drunk every night is one thing, but smiling with a knife to your throat? That's next level damage.”

You reach the edge of the tunnel and start to emerge into the light just as Kane and Indra step out of the bushes. You and Bellamy exchange a look as you offer, “Indra never comes with good news.”

“He must have told her we broke the truce.” As Kane and Indra reach you, Bellamy launches into his explanation. “Sir, before you say anything there was a good reason-”

Kane lifts his hand and cuts him off, “I'll deal with that later.”

He turns to you, his expression serious, and your stomach drops. “This is about Clarke.”

“What about her?”

“She's being hunted.”

Monty asks, “By who?”

“By everyone.”

You feel yourself sway on your feet, and Bellamy reaches out to grab your hand and steady you. Kane nods towards the rover, “We need to hurry, but we’ll explain on the way.”

You all jog back to the rover, and Monty slides into the driver's seat, with Bellamy in the passenger seat beside him. You jump into the back, beside Kane, and Indra sits across from you. Kane directs Monty, “Back to sector 7.”

Monty nods and sets the course, and you turn to Indra. “Why is Clarke being hunted?”

“There’s a bounty for her.”

Kane clarifies, “Bounty, but not a kill order?”

“Not yet. Clarke’s a symbol. She’s known as Wanheda, the Commander of Death.”

Bellamy turns in his seat and you both exchange a look, remembering what the Ice Nation Warrior asked you about. As you process the rest of Indra’s statement, you ask, “Wait, you said it’s not a kill order yet, what do you mean?”

“My people believe that when you kill someone you get their power. Kill Wanheda and you command death.”

You feel your stomach roll over as you think of Clarke, the most wanted bounty in the 12 clans, and guilt washes over you. Because you let her leave. You didn’t chase after her. You couldn’t find her. And now the world wants her power.

Kane looks at Indra with surprise and whispers, “She's just one girl.”

“So is the Commander. What Clarke did at Mount Weather weakened her. The Ice Nation is emboldened because their Queen wants Clarke's power. If her people believe she has it, she'll break the Coalition and start a war. I can't let that happen.”

You hear a beeping sound from the front seat, followed by Monty’s voice. “Welcome to Sector 7. Where to now?”

“If she's here, she'll need supplies. We'll start at the trading posts.”

Monty shifts the rover into higher gear, speeding you up, and you turn to look at Kane. “Did you tell my mother about this?”

“No. I don't wanna worry Abby until we know something.”

You nod, and everyone falls into silence as Monty takes you deeper and deeper into Azgeda territory. The drive takes hours, as afternoon bleeds into evening into night, and the moon is high in the sky when Monty suddenly slams on the breaks. You all slide forward, and you collide with Kane, who reaches out to steady you. You look up and over at the driver. “What the hell, Monty?”

He points to the tree in the path of the road, stretching from one side to the other. “We have to move it.”

Bellamy reaches for his door handle and you start to stand, when Indra reaches out and grabs your arm, stopping you. “Wait. It’s been cut down.”

Bellamy spins around in his seat and glares at her. “You don’t know that.”

Bellamy steps out of his seat and pushes open the hatch of the rover, poking his head out and looking around with his gun. You peer up at him from below, listening to the silence of the woods, until it’s broken by a strange creaking sound. It takes you a second to realize what it is before you grab Bellamy and tug him back inside, just as a second tree crashes down behind the rover, shaking all of you inside.

Bellamy quickly jumps up and closes the hatch, and plops down in the seat behind Kane as Indra mutters, “We do now.”

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It's been a long time since I made a Toppat!Charles Part.

I'm not really going to add a recap from the last part this time, sorry.

I'll add the links though:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

This part will have elements of this video, which I recommend watching before reading this part:

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We start off in the CCC this time, with one a chaos reader biting her nails as Bill Bullet approaches.

"Any problems here?"

"It's the chaos readings, sir," she explains. "Since the Toppats left Earth, we've been seeing a steady increase in chaos around the globe from unpredictable weather patterns to more reports of crime rate."

"What were the numbers before?"

"7.4."

"Now?"

"11.8."

Bullet tears his glasses off as he notices a blinking red spot on a large monitor the workers use as a reference. It's close to the U.S, but Bill hones in on the location to see it's in the middle of the desert, where the government and Toppats once fought. In this location, the mumbers increase from 11.8 to 12.3, so Bill gulps as he takes a step back.

"Orders, sir? Do we need any protocols?"

Bullet is silent and notices one of those line graphs where it goes up or down dependong on the variable over time and sees the name of the person being monitored: H. Stickmin (Suave).

He takes this as he replies, "Not yet. If things get out of hand, you know what button to press."

The entire room gasps at their corporal.

"Sir, you can't mean it. He's one of our most valuable subjects!"

"If things get out of hand, and those numbers keep going up, DO NOT HESITATE TO PUSH THAT DAMN BUTTON! UNDERSTAND!?"

Everyone collectively locks eyes with the woman with readings, who gulps as she nods. "Y-yes, sir."

"Good. Back to work."

Another readings worker speaks up, "But, Sir? What about Henry Stickmin?"

Bill Bullet is silent as he walks out of the room, mentally praying that Henry knows what he's doing.

SPEAKING OF WHICH, let's check in on them😁

Just as Charles fires his gun, Henry darts forward and tackles his friend down, causing the bullet to stray from its path and trim off a bit of Reginald's mustache.

The two scuffle on the ground, only it's much more violent than the sapphire heist because now Heney is focused and Charles has officially snapped. There's punching and shouting from Charles as he and Henry fight over the gun.

"GET BACK!" Henry shouts as he points the gun skyward and toward the ground, shooting both times before Charles headbutts him and smacks him across the brow with the gun.

Henry shakes off the hit and wipes off some blood as he mutters, "Just like training."

Charles and Right meet eyes and Charles prepares to aim again as Right pushes Reginald behind him and transforms his cybernetic hand into a sword.

Henry grabs Charles around the middle and pulls him back down, grabbing his hand and making him waste another bullet.

Terrence winces at the sudden itch in his neck before realizing what's just been triggered and backing away from the group. Ellie, however, SEES this.

"You selfish prick!"

"Not now, Red, just keep your distance."

"How can you leave your son like this!? He needs you!"

Charles and Galeforce hear this and it just makes Charles PISSED.

The former pilot flips Henry onto his back, holds him fown by his hair, and starts using the gun as more of a hammer, holding it by the barrel and trying to hit Henry with where the ammunition goes. I say trying because Henry keeps wriggling and tossing and turning away as much as he can. He eventually catches Charles's hand and pushes it up so Charles basically hits himself and knocks the gun out of Charles's hand.

Charles grabs Henry by the sides of his head, by the hair, and starts slamming him into the ground as hard as he can.

"Why are you all the same!?" He shouts. "When you want me around, it's just so you can use me, but when you're done with me, you'll just throw me away! First the government, then you and Ellie, now THEM!?"

Henry sees stars as he is left hearing Charles breakdown further.

"Is that how you all see me!? Am I just some damned TOOL to you!? ANSWER ME! TELL ME THE TRUTH! WHAT AM I TO YOU!?"

Reg takes advantage of the diversion and grabs a small device that fell from Charles's top hat when Henry first tackled him: a little earpiece that is used to communicate with Burt or anyone else on the Station.

"Boss? Are you alright? I heard gunshots!"

"Sven, please be a dear and send us back now!"

"Sir Reginald? You're alive!"

Charles notices lets go of Henry, and grabs the gun as fast as he can. "NO!"

"Sven, BEAM US UP NOW!" Right shouts.

Charles races toward them as he shoots, hitting Reginald in the leg before both are beamed up to safety.

Charles drops to his knees, shaking as he weepsto himself, "They're gone. They got away... again. They left without me."

Henry crawls over to Charles and sits next to him, slowly taking the gun away from him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

Charles slowly and almost twitchingly turns to Henry, eyes wide with shock and adrenaline. Then they narrow with anger.

"You ruined everything."

It hits Henry almost as hard as the left hook Charles sends into his face.

"You made me lose my job, my home, my helicopter, MY OWN DAMN MIND! AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"

Charles slashes at Henry with a knife he's hidden in his coat, just cutting the jacket Henry's wearing and giving a small cut on the belly.

Their fight now becomes a game of crazy cat with a knife and mouse with multiverse powers, even though Henry still gets some punches in.

He makes the mistake of getting too close and Charles grabs his hair like before from when he tried to hit Henry with the gun.

They fall and Henry catches Charles hand when he goes for a stab. Even though he's weaker, Charles puts as much weight can on Henry, because he's over bend at this point, and Henry yells as he's pricked by the tip of the knife.

With a jerk, he rips himself free, resulting in some hair loss, and throws Charles off of him.

The two have a stand off and stare down, bloodied, bruised, and tired.

"You're not going to stop, are you?"

Henry shakes his head.

Charles drop his knife and slyly picks the gun bsck up as he gives Henry a tired smile.

"You shouldn't have tried so hard."

Just as Charles raises the gun again, Galeforce shoots. He hits Charles in the hand, well, more like he almost shoots off Charles's thumb and puts a hole in his hand.

Charles screams out and holds his hand as Henry grabs and holds him from behind. He stomps on his foot and tries to run, but stumbles and falls down.

"Don't make me shoot you again, Charlie!" Galeforce shouts as he points his gun at him, tears in his eyes. "Don't make me, son!"

Charles is frozen on the ground, trembling as his breathing goes ragged.

He collapses on the ground, passing out right there.

Henry does what I call the hero-ship-half-dead pick up and picks up Charles to see if he's alright.

Ellie sort of limps in but crouches next to Henry to also check on him.

"Don't worry, you two. He just passed out."

Terrence feels the itch in his neck go away and takes a breath as he gets a little closer.

Galeforce joins Henry and Ellie and brushes some hair out of Charles's face. "Don't worry, Charlie. You're home now."

He turns to Henry and Ellie, and Terrence. "Let's get back to the base."

Henry picks up Charles and carries him to the truck they used; Reg got motion sick in the helicopter and Terrence was dangerously close to the door.

As Ellie loads up with Terrence's help, she stops for a second. "Um, General? What about the Toppat Clan? They both got away."

Galeforce looks up at the station and shakes his head. "We'll worry about them later. For now, let's just take care of Charlie."

Henry climbs in and keeps holding onto his friend, not letting him go when medics tend to them both.

Back with the CCC, the chaos readings decrease from 13.9 to 9.4 and dropping.

Bill sighs before looking back at the line graph he's been reading.

After Henry's escape from the Wall with Ellie, courtesy of Charles, the chaos reads were as low as 5.2. That number was maintained or lowered until the Toppat Clan went into space, which started off the increase of chaos.

With a very dad-like groan, Bill rests his elbows on his knees and holds his face in his hand, contemplating his decision to take Henry into the CCC.

AMD THAT IS PART 9!!!!! CHARLES IS FINALLY HOME, THANK GOODNESS!! I mean, it's not good Right and Reginald got away, but fuck it. WE GOT OUR FAVORITE PILOT BACK! HE'S HOOOOOOOME!

Thank you so much for your patience with this one. The later half of 2020 and beginning of 2021 have not been easy for me mentally, especially with recent events in my personal life, but things will hopefully be changing soon, I'm praying so hard for it to be the case.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this part and thank you, thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart for sticking around and being patient!!

AND HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!!!!!

#henry stickmin #toppat!charles #completing the mission #ellie rose #right hand man #reginald copperbottom #terrence suave #hubert galeforce #violence tw #blood tw #HUGE angst tw

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siriusly-addicted-to-writing · 4 years

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Flashes of Light - chapter one

Pairing: James x reader

Summary: You and James alone on an island? Yes please. You and James noticing your feelings for each other changing? No thank you. After getting attacked by death eaters, and dragging James into it, you wind up on your family’s private island. You are in it together now. Alone, on an island.

Warning(s): swearing

A/N: Just so all of you know, I did post this before I decided to make this a series. But, it is a whole lot different than the original version. So if you have already read it, I would read it again for new information. Thanks! Also I wrote half of this listening to Micheal Bublé, I know its not important but...

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“James?” you say nearly out of breath. You’ve been running from death eaters for who knows how long. You honestly don't even know where you are, but the fact that you ran into James was strange.

You and James aren't even out of Hogwarts yet. It’s the summer before 7th year and you were being chased by death eaters. You were just minding your own business, watching the stars a little ways away from your house when you saw it. The flash of red light fly that flew by your head. You didn't even hesitate to disapparate out of there. The first place you thought of was a forest.

You didn't know which forest, but you were in one. You had to have been there before, but it didn't seem familiar because it was dark out. You thought you were in the clear, and you were going to disapparate to Lily’s house.

Lily is also known as your best friend. She has been since 1st year when she met you on the train. You both sat next to each other and talked the whole way there. Thankfully, you both got sorted into the same house. You two are basically inseparable. Even when you both started becoming friends with marauders.

Remus was the first you both had become friends with. He was the most, responsible, you thought. Whatever the reason was, you couldn’t help but like him. Even after you found about his furry little problem. It didn’t matter. Remus was still the same guy who never failed to help you out when you needed it.

Second was Sirius. His humor instantly got you and Lily to be his friends. His sly jokes he would whisper to you in class, to his ability to never fail at cheer you up. Sirius might prank other people, and you might help him sometimes, but no one know that. You’re glad you’re friends.

Third was Peter. You couldn’t help but pity the boy. He didn’t seem like the boy who was brave enough to be in Gryffindor, but he was still a good friend. He always was encouraging and very quite. It took him awhile to warm up to you both, but you can tell he doesn’t regret it.

The last was James. You and Lily were hesitant to befriend him due to his major crush on Lily. But two years ago, you could tell he was over it. So when you were hanging out as a group, you took a chance on James. And it was a good decision. He never failed to make you smile, and you dare say that you both are almost as good of friends as you are with Lily.

Almost.

The weight of the looming threat snapped you out of your memories. You had to make a decision and fast. You were about to disapperate to Lily’s when you heard shouting. Green and red lights were flying at you.

Only three thoughts were in your head.

One, they followed you, somehow.

Two, they are trying to kill you, hence the green light.

Three, run.

You ran as fast as your legs could take you, shouting spells and aiming your wand behind you. You prayed you hit someone or something to slow them down. You ran for what felt like hours. Until you ran into James.

“[Y/N]? What are you doing here?” He says. You ran right into him. You were turned around casting a spell in their direction. James grabbed your shoulders to steady you. James could tell you were flustered.

“I- James- I’m being chased. Death eaters. They- they’re coming,” you say, panting.

“They’re chasing you?” he asks quickly, looking over your shoulder.

“Yes, that’s what I said.” You turn around and point your wand in their direction.

“Well, let’s take them on together, shall we?” He sounded so confident, and you knew that you both would stand no chance.

“James, we should just-” you started but the death eaters were surrounding you now. You braced yourself for the fight that was about to happen. You underestimated the number of death eaters. There had to be more than ten. And there were two of you.

Spells started getting casted from every direction. During the fight you got hit by a spell and you felt blood dripping down your chest. Unconsciously reached up and felt a gash in your collar bone. You cursed quietly to yourself. You knew there was no way you were going to make it.

You looked over at James and saw a flash of green light barely miss his head. That’s when you had enough.

“Hold on James!” you yell over the fight. You reach over and grab his hand. He grips your hand tighter, like he knows what you’re going to do. This time you don’t think of a place until the very last second. You and James whip away.

You first disapparate to a river. When you hear the splash of death eaters behind you. You disapperate to a hiking trail a ways away from your house. And you don't think before disapperating the last time. Thankfully a thought flew through your head so you wouldn't be in limbo forever.

Before you can process it, you hear a pop. You open your eyes. You and James are on your family’s private island your parents take you vacationing every summer. Well, you didn’t land right in the island. You are waist high in water.

You and James stand there, shocked for a second, and also listening, before you trudge up to the shore. You ignore the sharp pain in your right foot, determined to get to land. You could barely walk two feet before you collapse onto the sand.

You are so tired.

You just want to close your eyes for a second.

Just one second.

Only one.

One.

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You open your eyes and are greeted by a ceiling. You feel a blanket around you. You groggily sit up and see that you’re in a huge bedroom. You sit there and stare at the cream wall, eyes going in and out of focus, before you remember the events that happened the pervious night.

“James,” you whisper and slide out of bed only to fall right onto the ground. You look down at your feet and see your right foot wrapped up. “Ow,” you whimper and reach for your foot, wanting to examine it closer.

“Oh good, your awake.” You look up and see James standing in the doorway, shirtless. You tried not to stare at his bare, perfectly toned, chest. As you’re trying to avoid looking there, you notice it’s bandaged.

“Yes, I’m awake.” You look up at him and try to stand up, but fail.

“Oh! Let me help you!” James says and he comes over to you and lifts you up and helps you back onto the bed you were previously in.

“Thank you,” you say sheepishly.

“Are you okay? I tried wrapping up your foot, I think it’s sprained, but I’m no Madame Pomfrey.” You laugh out loud before responding.

“I’m okay, it’s just a little sore,” you lie. It actually hurts like the devil, but you don’t want James to know that. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just a few spells that hit me. I didn’t check you over the best, but I didn’t notice you bleeding, but you might want to double check and make sure you’re okay.” You blush and look down. You think of your collarbone, but realize that you were wearing a black shirt with a higher neckline. Of course he couldn't see the blood.

“Thank you James. I appreciate it.” You look back up and smile at him.

“Well, if you don’t mind me asking, what happened before you ran into me?” he asks you. You look up to meet his gaze.

That’s when your brain went through the events. You sit there trying to come up with an explanation. You’re thankful that James is patient. Although, you find it hard to think once he grabs one of your hands and starts rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

“Well, so you see,” you stop and stare at his hand which is still making circles on your hand. He looks up at you, and you blush and look down. “I was outside my house when they came. So I disapparated out of there and prayed my parents and house would be okay.

“I don’t know where I ended up, but I must’ve been there before. Somehow, they followed me. I think they could read my thoughts, so when we disapparated the next time, I tried to throw them off by going multiple places. I didn’t think almost at all the last time. Anyway, I ran and ran until I ran into you. You know the rest.” You look up at James whose brows are furrowed together.

“Well, I can confirm one of those suspicions. You apperated a little ways outside of my house. I heard some shouts and I came running. I didn’t know it was you. I’m glad I came out otherwise I don’t know what would’ve happened to you.” He shivers and looks into your eyes.

“What?” you say after he stares at you for a moment.

“Well, I just thought I’d say that you’re really beautiful,” he says and looks down, blushing.

“You’re not to bad yourself,” you say, jokingly but sincere. James looks up and smiles at you. You both sit in a comfortable silence. His thumb moved to the plan of your hand, and you found it hard to keep your breath steady. What is this?

“I’m sorry to disturb this lovely moment of silence, but if you’ll excuse me,” he says, letting go of your hand. He gets up and leaves the room. You watch him go, and you wonder what will happen next.

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kate-apologist · 4 years

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If it's not too much “I’m so tired of the pain.” and “I’m tired of living.” for 13 and the prompt list?

thank you for the prompt anon!

Mourn with the Moon and the Stars Up Above (1018 words)

She sat in the TARDIS, her apron on but barely moving for any of the tools strewn about the floor. The Doctor found it harder to work on the TARDIS in times like these, when her mind was taking her to places she wouldn't dare let anyone know.

With a heavy hand, she picked up a spanner, testing its weight in her hand. Did it feel right? Was this something she was meant to hold, sitting under the console of time ship? Or was she meant to be on an operating table, under the scalpel, under investigation? Everything was a blur in her head, a past she'd never known, a future she couldn't define that stretched endless into the end of time.

The TARDIS beeped above her, a concerned noise that snapped the Doctor out of her mind, if only for a moment.

"What is it, old girl?" She asked, resting a hand against the console. It was warm under her touch, and she smiled slightly. There was sadness tinged to it, she could feel it, but the warm metal under her hand pushed some of it away. “Sorry, I swear I’ll get to working on the chameleon circuit in a moment. Just got a bit distracted is all.”

There was another beep, louder, more concerned but the Doctor shrugged.

“I’m alright, really,” she said. “Just a bit distracted, you know how it is up here. Pretty jumbled up all the time.” She sighed then, slumped forward until her head was resting next to her palm, forehead pressed to the warm metal.

The warmth from the metal spread through her, the muscles in her shoulders relaxing a fraction as she took steady breaths, conscious of the tightness in her chest every time she inhaled.

"I'm so tired of the pain," she mumbled against the console. The TARDIS hummed under her fingers for a second. “I’m so, so tired.”

"Maybe you should get some rest then, Doctor.”

The voice was familiar, one that the Doctor had thought she’d never hear again, one that she recognized in an instant. She jolted back away from the console as if she’d been shocked, eyes darting around the console room until it landed on the familiar form leaning against one of the pillars.

“You’ve changed the place quite a lot since I’ve been here. Love the orange though.”

“Bill,” the Doctor choked out. “What-how are you here?”

“The TARDIS works her tricks, Doctor,” Bill replied. When the Doctor went to reach out and touch her, she backed away. “Hologram, Doctor. You can’t touch.”

“Why are you doing this?” the Doctor asked, aiming her question up at the console. “Don’t you think I’m feeling bad enough?”

“It’s easier for you to talk when you can see someone,” Bill- no, the holo-Bill said. “Besides, she thought it would be good to see a familiar face.”

“Bill, I-” the Doctor cut herself off, emotion welling in her throat. She was barely able to swallow it back and she looked down at her hands. “I’m so sorry for-”

“I’m not Bill, Doctor, not really,” holo-Bill said. “I just look like her.”

"You look exactly like her," The Doctor said. "That's what's so hard."

"I can choose another form," holo-Bill said, and she shifted to move away from the Doctor.

"No!" the Doctor said. "No, it's fine. It's fine."

"I don't think it's fine," holo-Bill said. "You're terrible at lying, Doctor, we both know this."

"I'm brilliant at lying," the Doctor retorted. "Been doing it all my life."

"You're terrible at lying to me then," Bill answered with a chuckle. "This face looks terrible at lying." She smiled tilting her head to the side in a way that made the Doctor's hearts ache. "You gonna mention when you got so beautiful then?"

The Doctor chuckled, the sound watery. "Just a little while ago," the Doctor said. "After the cybermen. Had a bit of an upgrade." She slumped forward, her shoulder against the console so she could keep looking on Bill. If she blinked, the holograph might just disappear and she couldn't leave without a goodbye.

"You alright, Doctor? Like properly alright, not just saying you're alright so people will leave you alone," Bill gave her a stern look and the Doctor chuckled again before her face fell. She could feel her hearts twist as the events of the last few months played over and over in her mind, a constant reminder of her mistakes.

"I'm so tired," the Doctor said finally, and she didn't know if she was speaking to herself or to the holograph. She only knew that it was a little cathartic, saying the words out loud. “I wasn’t supposed to end up this exhausted, not after last time. The universe needs the Doctor, that’s what I’ve been told for so, so long. That’s why I’m me, why I’m here and yet…” She shook her head, looking deep into Bill’s eyes, hoping, for only a moment, that she was there with her. “I’m so tired of living.”

“Doctor,” Bill said, reaching out to rest a palm on her face. The Doctor could almost believe for a moment that it was warm against her cheek “You’ve done so much for the universe, incurred debts that none could repay. You’ve saved civilizations, toppled others. You said it yourself, you’re not good, you’re not bad, you’re just an explorer. You right what wrongs you can, but even you can’t get them all. Remember that, Doctor, that you do the best you can but you aren’t perfect.”

“But I-”

“No matter how alien you are, Doctor, you’re still imperfect,” Bill said. “Do the best that you can, Doctor. That is all I ever ask of you.”

“You or the TARDIS?” The Doctor choked out, staring up at her.

“Both of us,” Bill replied, and before she could say anything more, the doors snapped open as one of the Fam entered.

The Doctor breathed out hastily, emptying her lungs for a moment, wiping away the tears that had been brimming in her eyes before she turned around to face her Fam.

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whattodowithkpop · 4 years

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Winner Takes All [Chapter Four] (Jun and Donghun)

Title: Winner Takes All

Pairing: Jun (A.C.E) x Reader x Donghun (A.C.E)

Genre: Fluff; Slight Angst

Word Count: 8.7K Words [All Chapters]

Writer: Kpopmadness & Whattodowithkpop

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The princess takes a deep breath as she focuses on her target in front of her, her mind swimming from the events of a few days ago. She still couldn’t decide if kissing Jun was the smartest thing she had done, or the dumbest. And she knew her family wanted her to marry. And who better to marry than Jun?

With her and Donghun’s tournament only a few days away, she knew she had to buckle down and practice. Not that much was needed to begin with. But trying to be one with her bow and arrow helped quiet her raging thoughts.

“You know, the last time i saw a women with a bow and arrow,” a familiar deep voice said from beside her, “She was crazy and was out to kill me.”

The princess rolled her eyes and turned to meet Donghun’s eyes, a cocky smile plastered on his face that made her heart flutter. Which only added to her confusion.

“Haven’t seen you in a few days.” The princess says, letting the arm that held the bow fall briefly.

Donghun shrugged, “After a joust your muscles are sore and tight. It can make you feel slightly unwell.”

The princess nodded but thought he didn’t particularly look sick.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” She said cooly. Then decided to add, “Just out of curiosity, has anyone ever taught you bedside manner?” She shot at him playfully before turning her attention back to the target, which consisted of a hay-bail with red paint on it.

She had just drawn back the bow string when Donghun answered nonchalantly, “Manners i’ve never really mastered.”

There was a pause, making the princess assume he was done talking as she pulled a little tighter on the string.

“But manners in the bedroom i have mastered.” Donghun whispered in her ear.

The princess let out a small screech as her arrow went flying and completely missed her target and landed on the ground several feet away. She hadn’t heard him come up behind her.

She turned on her heel to face him, mad he had messed up her aim. Her face flushed red when she realized how close he was to her. His face was only inches from hers, his breath could be felt fanning down her neck.

“Did i scare you, princess?” He asked, a deep chuckle coming from his chest.

The princess meant to pull away, but something kept her grounded in place. His dark eyes seemed to hold a hypnotizing affect to them. She found herself resting a hand on his broad chest as he placed both his hands on her hips.

“Tell me something princess,” Donghun says quietly as he brings his head down closer to her. His nose starting to trace down her neck gently causing her to grip his shirt tightly and a shiver to go down her spine.

“Do I intimidate you?” He whispers, his mouth grazing her skin as he talked.

“Intimate isn’t exactly the right word.” The princess answered breathlessly. A part of her mind screaming at her to pull away but the other half begging her to stay.

“Then what is the right word?” Donghun asks, his eyes meeting hers as his hands wrap around her a little tighter.

“Intrigue is a start.” She answered, meet his eyes evenly but feeling her face warm.

Donghun’s lips quirk up into a smirk before stepping away from her. The distance made the princess realize she had been holding her breath.

“I think our little game will prove to be very interesting.” Donghun states as he turns and walks away, leaving her heart pounding in her chest and her head light.

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The day of the tournament arrived. With people crowding the bleachers to watch the game between knight and princess.

The princess searched the bleachers for Jun but felt her heart sink upon not seeing him anywhere.

Not seeing Jun worried her, she had hoped to talk to him before the match. But she was forced to push those thoughts from her mind and focused on the tournament.

"Ladies and gentlemen," The announcer called loudly to the crowd, getting their attention. "The royal family would like to welcome you and thank you for coming to this sudden archery match."

The crowd let out a cheer, making the princess smile slightly. She caught Donghun staring at her from the corner of her eye. Making her stand up straighter. Her dark dress was accompanied by a black leather corset that was tied securely around the outside of her dress. Causing it to highlight the curve through her waist and hips. Suddenly her choice of fashion felt like a mistake with Donghun being there.

"Our princess was challenged by the winner of our recent jousting contest." The announcer continued, "Shall we see the noble knight put back in his place?"

The crowd let out a loud cheer in response, making it Donghun's turn to smile.

"Your people love you." Donghun said, coming to stand beside her.

The princess gave him a smile, "Be gentle on me then. I would hate to have them riot and send you to jail for beating me."

Donghun gave her a wink before bending down and kissing her hand, "No promises, princess." Then he walked off a few feet from her to take up her bow and arrows.

The white flag dropped, meaning the tournament had begun. The princess was the first to go. She steadied her breath as she drew the bow back and took her aim. The noise of the crowd and Donghun's teasing eyes dropping away from her focus until she saw only the target. When she let go of the string it grazed her cheek gently before the arrow was sent souring through the air and hitting a perfect bullseye.

The crowd cheered and Donghun clapped his hands as he called, "Not bad, princess."

She put her bow down and watched his turn. His shoulders were strong and his hand steady as he pulled the bow string back until it couldn't go back any further. His blonde hair was tied up in a loose bun again, his dark, sharp eyes focusing on the target in front of him.

When he let go he also hit a perfect bullseye the princess couldn't help but smile. She had shot arrows with others before but none were quite as good of shots as he was.

"Not bad." She called back to him, still smiling.

Donghun smiled at her widely before stating, "One round down, ten more to go."

The rounds went on and on for some time. Each the princess and Donghun had three arrows to shoot if they missed their target with the first arrow. Then they were required to walk across and get their shot arrows and bring them back to their original position. At one point when they went to get their arrows the princess was walking slightly ahead of Donghun when she felt a few of his fingers brush against her lower back, making her back arch slightly.

The last round arrived, this time the target was placed even further away, making it harder. This was the round the princess had been treading, she was a good shot up until the target go too far away. Then it was much harder for her.

She shot her three arrows but only one landed near the center. Meaning she was the winner unless Donghun got a perfect bullseye. Donghun drew his bow string back and shot off the first two arrows, both missing the target. The princess held her breath as he drew the last arrow. The crowd went silent as well, holding their breath.

Then the arrow flies through the air, time seems to slow as the princess watches it land and hit the target. A perfect bullseye.

The crowd is silent for a moment before cheers erupt and the princess feels herself shaking her head but smiling. Donghun sets his bow and arrow to one side before walking over to her,

"Remember our deal?" He asks, a smirk on his lips.

"Yes. Looks like I have a dinner date tonight." She says, her voice staying cool.

Donghun smiles down at her, his eyes boring into hers as he says evenly, "You're mine for the night."

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The night is cool as the princess walks up the steps of the house that had been turned into a place for occasions such as these. Her hair had been pulled back neatly accompanied with star like glitter decorated through her light colored hair. Her red dress sparkled in the candle light as she stepped into the royal house. She still searched for Jun in the crowd even though before she had gotten ready her father had told her he wouldn't be able to make it.

She didn't have time to dwell on it long, because she felt a hand take her arm as a voice said beside her, "You outdid yourself for me, princess."

The princess turned to see Donghun in a red tunic that matched her dress. A assortment of star like glitter had been applied in a trail up her neck and littered through his pulled back medium length hair.

The princess had to shake her head a little to clear her wondering thoughts before answering, "I made a deal with you. I may as well look good keeping my deal."

Donghun smirked sinfully at her, showing white teeth behind his full lips. Making the princess's heart flutter in her chest slightly. Jun forgotten.

Donghun held out his arm to her, which she took just as the bell rang calling the guests in for dinner. Donghun pulled her chair out for her and then sat down beside her. Their table was a few feet away from the rest of the guests and they were the only ones at the table. Since they were the honorary guests. Which for some reason made her feel nervous and she was glad when the food starting to be served to occupy her mind.

As dessert was served the princess sat back in her chair slightly and watched as the rest of the guests continued eating and chatting happily.

"You know," Donghun whispers in her ear, making her jump. "You really are a good shot. I was very impressed."

The princess turns to meet his eyes, his face only inches from her. "You impressed me also." She continues honestly, "I've seen few people with only a few years of practice be as good a shot as you. But i shouldn't be so surprised. You do joust after all."

Donghun nods his head before scooting his chair a little closer to her as he says, "Jousting has a certain amount of aim to it. So when i took up archery it just felt natural to me."

The princess nodded her head in response. She couldn't stop herself from blurting out, "And your prize with jousting is probably much better than your prize has been for winning an archery contest."

Donghun quirked an eyebrow as he ran a few fingers down her arm and asked deeply, "Why would you assume that?"

The princess sucked in a breath when his hand continued down her arm until it hit her thigh. His fingers tracing patterned on her dress. His touch surprisingly sparking a feeling in her chest. A feeling that she wanted him to keep touching her. She ran a finger across the back of his hand, her touch making him tense slightly.

"I am only yours for the evening. What's the benefit in that?" She asked.

Donghun smirked at her as he rubbed his had down her leg. "Oh Princess, you think so little of me."

The princess met his eyes as she asked breathlessly, "How so?" Her heart pounding in her chest.

Donghun had slowly been wadding her dress up until he came to the end of the dress and his fingers touched her bare skin. The princess let out a small gasp but kept her eyes locked with his.

"Trophies are only material things. They can be lost or stolen. But since i met you and saw you drive a dagger between a fellow knights fingers, i knew you would be the greatest prize. One that i have come to value more than any golden trophy."

The princess let out a breath when his hand squeezed her thigh lightly making her breath hitch.

"Donghun..." She said between breaths, her tone meaning to be a warning but coming out a whimper.

"Princess..." Donghun whispered deeply, his breath fanning across her neck.

The princess smirked and took the hand that he had on her thigh and let a few fingers trace up his sleeve, her nails lightly digging into his arm and down to his palm, making him suck in a breath as his eyes went glassy.

"You're awfully good with your words, sir knight." She whispered, using his formal title.

Donghun opened his mouth to reply when music started playing, making all the guests stand up and circle around the large dance floor.

Donghun pulled his hand away from her and stood up, extending his hand again as he asks, "Dance with me?"

The princess smiled, her face still felt hot from seconds ago but she stood on shaky legs and took his hand as he lead her to the dance floor. The music started to play an upbeat tune as everyone fell into place. Donghun placed a hand around her waist and held her close against his body as they spun around the dance floor. Time forgotten in that moment as it began to feel like just the two of them on the dance floor.

Donghun led her through two dances before he stopped, the music fading. His face was red and his eyes sparkled as he put a hand under her chin and leaned down and kissed her cheek gently. His lips warm and soft against her cheek. His action making a few gasps come from on lookers. But as he pulled away slowly his dark eyes meet hers, what people thought didn’t seem to matter.

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