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The Leaders | Chapter XII

"lies, control, rules, numb, hatred, emptiness."

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ot8!ateez x f!reader, mafia au

chapter warnings: drinking, smoking, illegal businesses, mentions of war/military, drugs, gangs and corruption, things get fluffy with jongho and even angstier with hj, mentions of y/n's mother and resemblance.

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chapter synopsis: you meet assemblyman wi with hongjoong and jongho and fail to convince him to join you since he claims that his hands are tied by a threat. he tells you the president lee has his eyes on you and you interpret it as a warning. you ask winter to accept secretary park’s invitation asking you to meet him. at a business gathering at ju residence, you remind assemblyman kim of his friends and foes. president lee makes a surprise appearance and you overhear him saying something about your mother. hongjoong goes to sector 4 to follow a tip regarding tiffany and you meet inspector gong and trade information which opens a new path.

prev chapter recap: you continue to deal with clients at the warehouse with wooyoung and mingi and the two of you go to the beach to have a few moments of peace before you return to the main office. you meet ji chang wook of the sirens with hongjoong and he offers to help resume the weapons channel if you mess with the elites, starting by getting assemblyman wi on your side before president lee does so he does not get the military advantage. hongjoong has a private word with mr. ji and you wonder if he and seonghwa are hiding something from you. you meet the new informant renjun who reports that the drugs are ready to be transported to a safe location from the mx warehouse. when you meet seonghwa, he sees through you and assures you that they will tell you if the information they are hiding is worth something. while that doesn’t convince you, seonghwa’s romantic plans for the night sure helps with your peace of mind. when you return to the warehouse, things start to go wrong as mx warehouse gets bombed and the informants duo reveal that president lee has dispatched a troop for strictland. 

You were about sixteen when you first heard the dreadful sound of the sirens that warned the citizens of Eden of a threat to their homeland. 

Every day following that, you would sit in front of the television or grab the newspaper to read about the consequences of that siren. A lot of people left their homeland for good, immigrating to Wonderland or Utopia, or even going as far as Mist Island. Those who remained in Eden shifted sectors, moving as far away from Sector 5 and Sector 4 as possible since the entirety of Sector 5 bordered Strictland and a small portion of Halaland. 

The north section of the Sector 4 border also met with Strictland, though separated by mountains. Anyone who thought that the mountains would not become a bloody warzone was proven wrong, for the mountains took the brunt of the war that lasted a period of about 4 years.

When the over-17 law was enforced by the military, you had just turned 18. You heard news and accounts of the army scrounging the streets of the eight sectors for anyone who was 17 years or older. You heard all about the broken families and the fear that spread across Eden. The fate of Eden rests on the shoulders of teens. You prepared yourself to receive the letter to announce your drafting in the military.

Every doorbell made you feel like a stray cat that had just been caught sneaking in places it should not be. It took you a few months to realise that no one was coming for you, and not for your brother Sunghoon who was older than you by 2 years. You were not going to receive any letters or soldiers at your doorsteps to take you away from your family.

No one was coming for the kids of the elites. No one came for the privileged Edenary citizens. These kids would not be facing the war or its consequences. 

Upon digging, you learned that the only Edenary civilians who joined the war did so voluntarily. The rest were pardoned because of their connections. If not, a bribe was enough. Some parents went as far as to change their childrens’ birth years in order to avoid scrutiny from the rest. You confronted Secretary Park, your father, about this matter and he only dismissed your questions. 

When you told him that you would like to volunteer in the war, he made you question your reasons. Did you expect to get some special treatment if you made it back alive? Were you joining because you felt guilty, or were you atoning for sins that were not even your own?

But eventually, Secretary Park gave in and decided to let you go, though he pulled some strings to have you be a member of Captain Yoon’s platoon which was serving to defend Sector 4– not the best option, but still enough to hopefully keep you alive. You received training for just a short period of time before eventually serving as a medical assistant.

A considerable amount of time had passed since that war, but in retrospect, it was starting to feel like yesterday. People had just recovered from the trauma of the previous war. Eden was still strengthening its defences. While the sirens did not ring in the air this time, you could hear them in the back of your head. 

The panic that would have followed the sirens was starting to spread either way, with the people being restless and anxious. The public was aware that things were not looking good. This time, the Eden citizens were stuck here– no other country was willing to accept any more immigrants. At least not now when there was such ominous ambiguity in the air and the neighbouring countries had to pick their sides lest another war in the continent break out. 

Most notably, this time the president of Eden was not fighting for its people. The people were on their own, deluded by the idea that President Lee was perhaps making the right decision by sending troops for Strictland. 

Perhaps, they weren’t deluded. Perhaps, they simply hoped that that was the case.

“So it’s come to this,” Hongjoong announced with sobriety as he entered Room no.1 at the Crescent Bar where the rest of you were waiting. A chorus of sighs and mutters sounded across the room as he took a seat at the end of the table, appearing weary.

“I didn’t think we’d witness a second war in our lifetime, but it appears I might be wrong,” Seonghwa sighed deeply, rubbing his face. 

“Can’t call it war right now,” San reminded the eldest. “But it sure is looking like it. I genuinely don’t think it’s going to be another war, but maybe I’m just being optimistic.”

“There might not be a battle, but it’s a war alright,” Hongjoong countered and San agreed. “And wars are not to be taken lightly. President Lee has made a stupid move cornering Halaland like this. It’s as if he aims to expose Eden to its enemies. First, he stops the weapons production and channels, and now he’s sent a declaration of war to Halaland.”

“I can’t tell what he’s planning,” Wooyoung’s expressions were taut. “If you really want a fight, you have to be well-prepared. President Lee does not seem well-prepared.”

“He is,” Yunho quipped, “Look at the order of the events. He met with Major Sung of Strictland. He’s obviously partnered with him to grant Strictland freedom– Major Sung is notorious for his ‘Free Strictland’ sentiments. Once Strictland is free, the nuclear base can run however the elites want it to with the loyal Halaland officials out of the story.”

“That makes sense,” Mingi agreed. “But then… why mess with the weapons channels? Even if he’s the president, he must be aware how much the channel has helped strengthen Eden’s defences.”

“I believe that was personal,” Hongjoong commented, exchanging a subtle glance with Seonghwa. “Perhaps, a warning. We strengthened Eden’s defences with the channel but also provided our allies with the weapons. It’s time to see if the allies remain loyal to us.”

“There are still missing pieces though,” you began. “If it was personal, that was awful timing. Is it only because of silver light?”

“Probably also because we’re on to the president’s real intentions regarding the recent events,” Jongho replied. “They’ve also got eyes on us. They know that we’re gathering allies and honestly? We’re a considerable force. President Lee is probably getting queasy, if deploying the police to quell the protests across all sectors isn’t a sign that he’s anxious.”

You nodded– perhaps, the Crescents were a considerable force in the president’s eyes now. At least with the recent alliances.

Yeosang cleared his throat. “President Son informed us that the Sirens would be taking an aggressive approach towards President Lee’s recent stunt. It could get ugly but they’re prepared. It’s going to serve as a distraction while President Son makes sure that silver light is transported and stored safely in the new location.”

“He also mentioned that we should try and contact General Wi,” San added. “His loyalty lies with power, and whoever can boost his presidential ratings and give him an upper hand earns his alliance. President Lee can only earn General Wi’s loyalty if he promises him his seat, and we all know now that he would never do that.”

“Okay, well, let’s plan then,” Hongjoong began, taking ideas and recommendations from the whole group and considering everyone’s opinions. There were probably things that only he and Seonghwa were aware of, seeing how they stuck next to each other and took breaks to discuss the course of action within themselves.

You were sitting between Yunho and Yeosang. Yunho and Jongho had just come back from Edenary for this meeting, which was originally to discuss the bombing at the MX warehouse but with the threat of the war looming over your heads yet again, you had a lot more to factor in. You got a detailed account of what happened at the MX warehouse from Yeosang, as well as his meeting with ex-President Son which happened a few days ago. 

Hongjoong also warned everyone about the possibility of the mole being closer than they thought– really, it was a reminder. It left a heavy feeling in the room since nobody wished to doubt their closest friends but were forced to.

Seonghwa tapped on the table to catch everyone’s attention. Once the chattering died, he cleared his throat and got ready to reveal his plan.

“I think now is a great time to make unexpected allies,” he started and you agreed. “Especially in Edenary. Firstly, we need to try and get Assemblyman General Wi on our side. His alliance with President Son hurts everyone.”

“Agreed,” Wooyoung said. “Even if he does not shake hands with us, we just need to make sure he is not President Lee’s ally.”

Seonghwa nodded. “Hongjoong is our best bet when it comes to winning over General Wi, so he’ll be making a trip to Edenary himself. Luna, you should accompany him. You might want to see Assemblyman Kim again and see if he finally thinks it’s time to seek refuge in the shadows.”

“I can do that,” you agreed. “But I can’t guarantee he’ll be much help. He’s probably already seen a rise in his ratings with President Lee’s recent move.”

“As long as he knows we’re still here if he needs us, and he might need us now more than ever,” Jongho commented. “Now would be a nice time to start exposing the Strictland programme to the public and President Lee’s involvement in it. Not just rumours like we just did on our previous trip.”

“Make sure to lay low,” Hongjoong instructed. “You’re coming with us, by the way. We need you to grease some palms.”

Jongho smirked, making you chuckle lightly. It seemed to be something he was the best at, and you had heard that he had a lot of connections in Edenary. Probably because he had bribed most of them at some point in the Crescents’ career. Wooyoung, who was sitting next to him tried to smooch his cheek out of affection but Jongho smoothly dodged that, poking his stomach and making him groan loudly.

“I think now is also a good time to look into the Sirens and how they operate,” Seonghwa continued while the youngest two jabbed each other. One glare from Hongjoong had them straightening though. “The Sirens take their protests very seriously. I’ve heard that they basically raided the President’s recent address at Eden Hall. They had to deploy the police force and it got a little ugly, but it’s got people questioning if President Lee is a good man.”

“And that’s enough. While the seed of doubt is in their hearts, we should attack from all sides and corner President Lee,” Hongjoong clapped his hand in conclusion. “We don’t have to expose him ourselves. We just need to set the wheels into motion, yeah?”

A chorus of agreements sounded across the room and Seonghwa got ready to leave for a meeting with San. San winked at you before leaving, promising to catch you before you would leave for Edenary. Hongjoong also left for some business with Mingi. Before you could get up to leave yourself, Yunho intertwined his hand with yours, looking towards Yeosang who was seated at your right.

“Would you like to come over?”

“Tonight?” You asked and he nodded. You looked at Yeosang who was smiling and nodding in assurance. “Uh, sure?”

Yeosang laughed. “Get your head out of the gutter. We’re only hanging out.”

“You tell him,” you pointed at Yunho with your thumb and he laughed loudly. “He can’t keep his hands off me.”

“You started it the last time!” He retorted in mock hurt. You only rolled your eyes in response but agreed to join them after washing up at your own apartment. Winter could drop you at their house.

When you reached home and informed Wendy about your sleepover at Yunho’s, she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively but only cheered for you. She didn’t mind you staying over at Yunho’s– that is what you supposed she thought since she was only aware that you had something going on with Yunho specifically. She wasn’t one to probe or judge, so you supposed that you would one day like to tell her about your relationship with the boys. You would like to. 

You told Winter to get comfortable while she waited for you to get ready to leave, but when you came out of the shower, she was still standing by the window, a little tense. Wendy didn’t seem to mind Winter. She shared her biscuits with you both while she told you about her work politics. 

Winter seemed to be a little uncomfortable, though. You reckoned that it was because she was just not used to being somewhere where she didn’t necessarily have to be on duty. No amount of asking her to relax worked. Wendy was aware that she was your ‘bodyguard’ and she understood that the Crescents were protective because things were not looking good. That didn’t stop her from joking about how you could probably afford to move out of this shoddy apartment by now.

You told her that if you were going to find a better apartment, you would be taking her with you. Wendy didn’t need to keep living in this apartment by herself. That turned into a joke of how the three of you could probably afford a house in a nicer residential area. Winter only passed a small smile in agreement and you teased her about it all the way until you reached Yunho’s house.

It wasn’t your first time at Yunho and Yeosang’s house, but it was the first time the both of them were present. You rang the doorbell and Winter told you that she would leave once you went inside. You folded your arms, feeling just a bit awkward in your night clothes out in the open like this, even though there wasn’t a soul out in this street.

Yeosang opened the door and your mouth fell open at the sight of him, clad in black silk pajamas. You made an impressed face, waving at Winter to signal her that she could leave.

“A nightwear befitting of Mr. Kang of the Crescent Company.”

“Yeah?” He scoffed. “I pulled out my best one.”

You chuckled darkly and Yeosang let you in, asking if you would like some tea or drinks since you already had dinner. You did not want to wake up with a hangover so you agreed to have some tea. While he went to prepare it in the kitchen, you found your way to Yunho who seemed to be zoning out in front of the television with the news on, in navy cotton pajamas. You fixed your black pyjama robe before sitting down.

“Someone looks tired for once,” you commented as you snuggled next to him, stealing his blanket. He grunted lightly but shared the blanket with you, switching the channel to some drama.

“Even I gotta relax once in a while. I’ve not had one moment of peace ever since we made the deal with that Tiffany woman.”

You whistled at his sharp tone when he mentioned the businesswoman. “Hope you don’t find her. We don’t want it to get ugly.”

Yunho shook his head in amusement. “You’re not entirely wrong.”

You patted his arm and Yeosang arrived with a tray of tea and biscuits. You made space for him on the other side and made sure he got his share of blanket too. With the three of you snug, warm tea cups in hands as you sipped and stared absently at the nonsensical television show, sighing in sequence, you broke into light laughter at the situation.

“What?” Yeosang poked your arm with his elbow, though there wasn’t much space to do so.

“I’ve never seen Yunho so quiet,” you admitted. “And I’ve never seen you so focused on one thing. You both must be really tired, huh? Why didn’t you get some sleep?”

“Sleep doesn’t come easy when we’re like this,” Yunho revealed. “And I like to sit like this with Yeosang. It’s our routine. We just sit and watch something like this when we’re tired.”

“Helps to sort the thoughts out,” Yeosang added. “We thought we’d share some peace and quiet with you.”

“Hmm, good thinking. I would have been all alone with my thoughts at home.”

“See,” Yunho grinned, finished with his cup of tea. He intertwined his hand with yours. “We can also recharge this way.”

“Sure,” you drawled out. 

“What else did you think we planned to do, sweetheart?” Yeosang teased.

“Nothing,” you shot him a glare. “Just surprised to see this side of you both. It’s nice and cosy here.”

“Whenever one of the boys needs some quiet, they come here,” Yeosang laughed. “It’s very loud at the other houses when they’re all home.”

“I can imagine. You both lucked out pairing with each other.”

“Definitely,” Yunho said and you noticed how he passed Yeosang a gaze that dripped with love. It said all you needed to know. 

The conversation soon steered to their past and the time they all used to live together. They picked their rooms randomly at that time and Mingi was lucky to get a room of his own, and he really liked his personal space. Yunho used to room with San and he shared how he got used to being cuddled to sleep because of San’s sleeping habits. You admitted that you knew all about it from the time you once had the pleasure of sleeping over. He did not let you stray too far for one moment the whole night.

You found that Hongjoong and Seonghwa used to be roommates as well, but with Seonghwa’s caring nature, he was always making sure the whole house was in top condition, especially his room and Hongjoong’s space. Hongjoong used to sleep in the office a lot or would barely make it to his room before crashing on one of the sofas in the house. Now that he shared with Jongho and Wooyoung with the two mostly staying at the warehouse, Seonghwa would still get worried about Hongjoong and to make sure he was sleeping well, he would go and give Hongjoong some company or have him stay at his own house. That left San who would then find Yeosang or Yunho if he was all alone for the night.

And you finally asked– if they liked sleeping with each other just for the sake of being together so much, why did they ever separate their housing? Turns out that they asked themselves the same question often. They did like the peace and quiet as living together was quite noisy, but at the same time, they couldn’t live without each other. Yeosang revealed that Hongjoong wanted to buy a nice mansion away from the town with enough room for it not to get too noisy but still feel like home. 

All these revelations prompted you to share your experience with your first roommate, Wendy. You admitted that growing up, you had a lovely nanny who would put you to sleep but one time, Secretary Park feared that the woman was revealing your identity to people and fired her. After that, you had to make do with being alone. Sunghoon was not bad company until he learned what being an ‘illegitimate’ daughter meant for you and for him, and then he started to despise you. You had to lock your own room to sleep every time, a habit that finally died down because of Wendy.

You told them that Wendy was a very nice person and a lovely housemate, never making you feel like an intruder in your own home and never overstepping the invisible boundaries that you made. She was perfect, and it was as if she could read your mind. At first, you had been a bit reserved with her but her bright personality was infectious and she made you loosen up in no time. You admitted that you would like to introduce her to the boys, though for now she seemed to think that you were only ‘dating Yunho’. Yeosang hummed in agreement, suggesting that once things calmed down a bit, introductions could definitely happen.

However, Yeosang was a person who was bad at lying, and he could not pretend that Wendy wasn’t a very old acquaintance of theirs. He wished he could break it down to you without you feeling betrayed by both Wendy and him. Wendy was hiding things from you because it was her job, however, the Crescents could have told you at any point that your roommate was an RV spy assigned to keep tabs on you for reasons that were unknown– probably related to what President Son mentioned. It was incredibly hard for Yeosang to lie or blatantly hide things from people that he loved, so he made a show of yawning with a big stretch, calling it a night and asking you two to get comfortable. With a pat to your head, he left for his room.

You found Yunho watching Yeosang, his eyes trained on the door of his room even after he disappeared. You asked him if everything was alright.

“Of course,” he assured with a small smile. “He must be tired. He hasn’t been home in a few days– he was staying with San at the warehouse.”

“Ah…” you squeezed his hand. “You must have missed him.”

“I was with Jongho, he kept me occupied,” Yunho laughed. “Never a dull moment with him– Jaehyun and Ten send greetings, by the way. It was fun to stay with them after so long.”

You smiled. 

Yunho continued, “But you’re right. I definitely missed the comfort of my own home.”

Of his home. Of Yeosang.

“Should we give him some company then?” You suggested and Yunho’s eyes lit up.

“Exactly what I was thinking,” he cocked his head, his smile deepening as he looked at you. 

“Do you know that you’re perfect?”

You were positive that you flushed deeply at his comment and you waved a hand in dismissal, getting shy under his gaze. He only proceeded to pull you closer, watching you intensely until you caved in and tried to hide your face. He chuckled lightly, cupping your face with one hand and making you lean in so he could kiss you, moving his lips in slow, soft motions. Your heart warmed incredibly at the tenderness he held you with, and after sharing another kiss, he drew back.

“Let’s go to sleep.”

Yeosang was surprised to hear soft knocks on his room that were symbolic of Yunho. He hummed in answer and when the door opened, he chuckled, going right back to his sleeping position.

“Couldn’t leave you alone,” Yunho grinned, “Scoot.”

“I’m not moving– hey,” he complained but you were pretty sure that was not a complaint, the way he laughed when Yunho tackled his body and switched him to the middle of the bed. You got on the other side, facing Yeosang who was now tucked safely in Yunho’s arms. You pulled the blankets over the three of you, unable to contain the emotions that you felt in that moment. Yeosang seemed to understand, like he always did. He passed a deep smile and you pecked his lips in answer, burying your face in his chest, ready to welcome sleep.

With the lights turned off, Yeosang finally held you close.

You had never felt so warm. 

It was surreal to be back in Edenary again, though the elite sector was starting to resemble any other sector with graffiti on walls of the government-owned buildings now being painted over to erase any signs of the protests of the locals against the current establishment. The banners and posters were being removed and the police were at every corner trying to trace back these offences and fill their chokeys. There were barely any pedestrians and it was awfully quiet.

You travelled in two cars since your bodyguards were accompanying you as well– Taeyong, Winter, and Jongho’s bodyguard Mark, who you had the pleasure of meeting for the first time. He seemed to be a friendly person and appeared nothing like a bodyguard, but maybe that was intentional. Taeyong and Winter stuck out like sore thumbs, but at least they got along, which was surprising. You supposed that it was for the better since you were usually travelling with Hongjoong and the guards needed to be on good terms.

It also looked like the spy and the lackey had a lot in common. You didn’t have to contribute to the conversation much, announcing earlier on that you were going to take a nap. The two talked in low voices but that was not the reason why you couldn’t welcome some sleep.

What kept you up was a letter from a certain person in Edenary requesting a private meeting. Just you. No Crescents. As if you weren’t a Crescent, you wanted to yell at the sender. Winter had delivered the letter personally, and you didn’t ask how the letter found her. She only waited patiently for your answer and you told her that you would make up your mind once you reached Edenary.

You were all welcomed warmly at the Edenary residence and office. Jaehyun and Ten were pleased to see their old friends Taeyong and Mark. After a lavish lunch of the local delicacies with meat and seafood adorning the table, you got ready to meet with the first client of the visit.

Assemblyman General Wi.

It was incessantly difficult to get a hang of the assemblyman now that he was rumoured to have joined President Lee in sending the military troops towards Strictland. Eden News was doing a damned good job at censoring the reason behind the dispatch, claiming that the troops were to receive ‘special training’ in the mountains of Sector 5, but everyone and their kids knew that it was a blatant lie, an attempt to appease the masses. 

While you were sure Assemblyman General Wi had some role in dispatching the troops, you wanted to give the man the benefit of doubt. Knowing President Lee and Secretary Park, they must be holding something of significance over the military man if he was being forced to collaborate with them. If not…

You would rather not entertain that possibility.

You dressed in a deep blue plaid suit that beautifully hugged your figure, keeping the accessories to a minimal with your hair tied. Taking a deep breath in front of the mirror, you prepared for the possibility that Assemblyman Wi might not attend the meeting personally today and you would have to make do with his secretaries. Hongjoong said that the General held regard for him as his partner in war, but even he sounded half-sure. 

A knock to your door prompted you to come out of your head. Winter told you that the boys were waiting downstairs and you told her to stay safe– she wouldn’t be accompanying you personally but knowing her, she would be keeping close. Winter only smiled and once outside, disappeared into the shadows like the wraith she was, accompanied by Mark who also seemed to blend into the darkness just the same.

The meeting point was a club at the outskirts of the hotspot of this sector, a place carefully chosen where you wouldn’t attract much attention. Taeyong accompanied the three of you to the club. One of General Wi’s men recognised Hongjoong immediately and led the three of you to the VIP room through the backdoor, away from the heart of the club where people partied. You couldn’t help but smile– no matter how bad it got, the clubs and the bars would always be full of people. 

The man knocked at the door and Jongho entered first, taking in his surroundings before motioning that it was okay to come inside. Hongjoong placed a hand on the small of your back and you took that as a sign to enter. He glanced behind him once before following you, wearing his trademark smug expressions that was an indicator that he would always have the upper hand in the room.

Did he, though, when Assemblyman Wi wasn’t present in the room? His secretaries, Lee Dohyun and Go Minsi, greeted you all warmly and offered you drinks and snacks. You all allowed yourselves to get comfortable for just a few moments before Hongjoong finally addressed the elephant in the room.

“So, what’s keeping your Assemblyman occupied? Not dancing in the heart of the club, is he?”

Dohyun stifled a smile. “Not at all. He just has some matters to attend to. He did say that he would try to make it, but you can talk to us in the meantime.”

“Right,” Hongjoong lit a cigar and took deep smokes, the pocket watch that the General himself had given him peeking from the inside of his burgundy coat. 

“We just want you to be transparent with us,” Jongho began in a rather friendly manner.  “Assemblyman General Wi and our boss go way back, so you must know why we requested a meeting.”

“You suspect Assemblyman Wi has a hand in the recent events,” Minsi began, her tone curt. “Rightfully so. We all know that the Assemblyman has a certain influence in the military sector, but it is ultimately the president who makes such decisions.”

“Does that mean that the Assemblyman opposes the President’s recent move?” You wondered out loud.

“It would be bold of us to admit that,” Dohyun reminded you. “We have to take a neutral stance during such happenings.”

“Well,” Jongho took a big gulp of his whiskey drink. “You know us, Dohyun. We don’t. And I don’t think you can stay neutral here when the president of Eden is aiming to take control of Strictland, having joined forces with Strictland officials themselves. You must know all about that already, right?”

Dohyun shifted uncomfortably while Minsi, who was seated next to you, struggled to remain unmoving. 

“Does it bother you when we speak so casually of what could be the beginning of the next regional war? The first chapter of this dark period?”

While that may have bothered the secretaries, Jongho’s extremely casual tone and mannerism perhaps disturbed them more. He remained seated comfortably, swirling the wine in his hands with a rather innocent smile on his face. You could tell why Hongjoong decided to bring Jongho along– he had a way of making people squirm in their seats.

“I know your Assemblyman is listening in from the next room,” Hongjoong leaned in and said in a low tone, making the secretaries sigh in resignation. “It would be wise to let him know that our time is precious, and so is his. Let’s not waste that time going in circles, alright?”

Minsi clicked her tongue in mild annoyance and signalled the guard from the window. Moments later, the Assemblyman arrived, looking awfully proud.

“You’re quite restless this time, Colonel,” he said as a greeting after Hongjoong and Jongho saluted him. “Some might think you’re playing a game that’s not meant for you.”

“You know me, General,” Hongjoong didn’t take offence to his remarks. “I always liked to stay a few steps ahead. Helps in the long run. Maybe you would like to try my approach this time.”

The General nodded mockingly, watching you for a few moments longer than necessary. He looked like he was about to say something, but then thought otherwise and looked towards Hongjoong who was on his right.

“What’s your plan?”

“There is no plan,” Hongjoong announced. “We simply wish to get bearings of your allegiance.”

“As a military man, my allegiance lies with Eden, just like yours,” Assemblyman Wi replied, narrowing his eyes.

“Yet you’re going to be remembered as one of the key figures in triggering the second regional war of our lifetime.”

“There’s going to be no war.”

“And how do you know that?” Hongjoong asked with mild interest. “Did the President promise you that?”

Silence filled the room for a few moments while everyone waited for a response. 

“He must be holding something significant over you,” you tried and the General regarded you with interest. “As a key figure in the previous war, you probably do not wish for another. Or are we wrong about this?”

It looked like you had struck a chord, but soon his lips were twisting in satisfaction and he huffed loudly. “You Crescents have a lot to lose from this war, don’t you?” He turned to Hongjoong. “You are cornered. The weapons dealing has stopped, your silver light production is in shambles and no one is keen to associate with your company anymore.”

Hongjoong shrugged, taking a smoke and not bothering to correct the man. “No better opportunity to announce that we do not stand with the President and his take on Strictland. It’s going to be us against the President. Pick a side, General. If you think President Lee is willingly going to let you win the upcoming elections, you’re wrong. He’s going to use you and discard you as soon as he gets the chance. You know he can, and he will.”

“Whatever he’s holding over you is just an excuse for him to make you do his bidding at gunpoint,” Jongho continued. “Wouldn’t you like to dissociate yourself from him before we announce the President’s real intentions to the world? You might actually win the elections if you stand against him.”

The Assemblyman considered that, clicking his tongue and making a show of thinking deeply. “Do you think it’s that easy to get past the President’s team? No matter how much you try, the rumours that the army was dispatched to annex Strictland will remain rumours.”

“Until when?” You asked. “It’s only a matter of time before Halaland’s president retorts. It’s going to get pretty messy afterwards.”

“Their president is too busy dealing with internal affairs regarding Strictland–”

“President Lee is the reason they’re having trouble communicating with Strictland,” you interjected. “Major Sung and President Lee have been in cahoots for too long now. Halaland’s president will retort, and it would be incredibly stupid of us to not try and prevent that. But oh, maybe President Lee and Secretary Park promised you something better than the peace of this land. Or maybe whatever they have over you is more dear to you than anything else. Understandable.”

You got up to leave and you were glad that Jongho and Hongjoong followed suit. This was not how you expected the meeting to end, and you were feeling a bit embarrassed at your little outburst but the silence that followed made you think that your words resonated with the Assemblyman and his team. 

“We’re in Edenary for the time being if you would like to reach out to us,” Hongjoong said, shaking hands with the man. “Even if we stand in opposition, we can help each other out in tough times.”

Assemblyman Wi nodded sombrely. “President Lee has eyes everywhere,” he muttered in a low voice. “He’s a dangerous man, Hongjoong. I’m surprised that I didn’t see it before, but… Jongho is right. My hands are tied for now.”

“That’s unlike you,” Hongjoong commented, “The man I remember from the military… no one could have tied him down.”

The General passed a wan smile and Hongjoong took the lead, exiting the room. Jongho motioned for you to get ahead of him and just as you were about to step out, you heard the General’s voice.

“Secretary Park was right about you, y/n.”

You felt the hair on your neck rise at the mention of your father and your name. You looked back, surprised.

“He said the President would like you,” Assemblyman Wi smiled, but it held no malicious intent. It almost looked like his eyes contained a hint of worry. “He has his eyes on you, you know. President Lee.”

Hongjoong’s eye twitched at the revelation and something hot and angry bubbled in his throat. It took everything in him to not lash out at his superior, even though he wasn’t at fault. He only intertwined your hand with his, squeezing it when he realised the colour had left your face. Jongho bowed in greeting and rested his hand on your back, nudging you forward and out of the room.

“That was a warning,” you finally spoke once you were inside the safety of your car next to Hongjoong. He took your hand in his again, but you wondered if he needed that more than you.

“It doesn’t matter,” Hongjoong’s jaw clenched. “He only means to rile us. Don’t let it get to you.”

“You don’t know that,” you whispered. You could no longer ignore the foreboding sensation in your gut. The lack of response from Hongjoong didn’t help, though his thumb kept caressing your skin in hopes of providing some comfort. 

Once you were settled in the privacy of your room that you were sharing with Winter, you turned off the night lamp to get ready to sleep, though your eyes remained open and stuck at the ceiling. 

“You awake?”

“Hmm,” Winter responded. Even if she was asleep, she would have responded.

“Can you respond to the letter tomorrow?”

Winter shifted in the bed to face you and you did the same, tucking the silver strands of her hair away from her face. The spy didn’t flinch at your touch even though she wasn’t used to such actions.

“Tell Secretary Park that I’ll accept his request to meet him. He can expect me at his house soon.”

Winter nodded. “Are you sure?”

You shook your head no. “I still have to meet him. I don’t like what Assemblyman Wi said about President Lee today. Why does he have eyes on me? I’ve stayed in the shadows, haven’t I? I’ve done nothing that warrants his attention.”

“You didn’t need to,” Winter’s voice sounded sad. “Once he sets eyes on someone, he always watches them. And he’s watched you for a long, long time. Just like you have.”

She was right. As a kid in Secretary Park’s mansion, you often spotted President Lee at that house. You tried your best to hide, but the President always found you sneaking into the corners like a mouse. His eyes followed you as if he were a cat. Back then, he was just Assemblywoman Han’s husband, your father’s business investor. And then he assumed the title of President Han’s husband, until he made a name for himself. Assemblyman Lee, and finally President Lee.

The question wasn’t about how long he had watched you. The question was about why he cared now.

There was not one moment of rest for the following days, and you felt ready to go back to Sector 1, walk there if you had to and sleep in the comfort of your own home for once to wake up to the smell of Wendy’s cooking which you missed incredibly. 

In the past three days, you had back to back meetings and while you weren’t attending them all, you would busy yourself with some other task– investigating and planning with Jaehyun and Ten and going to the bars to indulge in gossip with Winter because no one would suspect two women out to have some fun. 

You did attend a meeting with Hongjoong at what was another Siren’s residence, where Mr. Ji shared the latest updates– President Lee was supposed to have an election campaign within the following week where he was going to announce himself as a candidate for the next election which would be taking place in February. The Sirens were planning to protest right outside and maybe give the public a little teaser of his actual involvement in the Strictland nuclear operation. However, the President was probably prepared for that and would be deploying police troops to keep the Siren under control. Mr. Ji didn’t reveal what his plan was, but it looked like he was prepared to counter any resistance. 

There was a gathering held at the Ju Residence in regards to climate change– just a cover for businessmen and politicians to meet each other and discuss recent events. Hongjoong received an invitation from Ju Seok Tae, the weapons funder client that you had dealt with not long ago. Dressed to impress, you walked into the mansion arm in arm with the boys this time. 

Everyone was eager to hear what the Crescents thought of the recent events so you decided to divide and conquer. Hongjoong went to tackle Mr. Ju, the host himself. If there was anyone he needed to win over, it was the co-owner of Eden News. President Lee’s control and censorship over the media could no longer be allowed to continue. You reminded Ju Seok Tae of your promise that you could easily expose Ju's family involvement in the underground. That would definitely earn them backlash not from the public, but the president himself.

Jongho decided to target the business figures who were known to be acquainted with Madame Tiffany in hopes of finding a lead and potential allies. That left you, and you had just the right person in mind for the night.

Assemblyman Kim Jooheon. 

Straightening your black gown, you strolled towards the section of the room where the man stood, looking as neat as ever in a grey three-piece. He was busy chatting with someone so you stood in a corner with a wine glass, greeting Secretary Shin who stood next to him, her eyes twinkling when she recognised you. 

It didn’t take long for the Assemblyman to make his way towards you, pretending that he needed to grab a drink from the table near you. No one else in the room needed to know that you had stationed yourself here deliberately, and that the Assemblyman had also approached you with a purpose.

“Been a while,” he said as a greeting and you gave him a little bow. He clicked his glass with yours and you stood with your backs against the wall. Just two people taking a breather and sharing drinks while they watched the party.

“Hope you’ve been faring well,” you said. 

“I’m managing,” he admitted with a wan smile, causing you to chuckle lightly.

“Manage better,” you said teasingly. “Now seems like the right time to gain an influx of supporters.”

“Ah,” he shook his head. “Always in the game, aren’t you?”

“Have to be,” you shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s how we survive.”

He agreed. “President Lee is seeking reelection. You must know your history.”

“Presidents who run for a second term usually end up winning.”

He nodded. You considered the man.

“You must know that President Lee is involved in some Strictland operations by now. Illegal activities. Enough to invoke the wrath of the leaders of this continent.”

“He means to annex Strictland,” he addressed the matter directly. “But knowing him, the circumstances will shape themselves to his favour. Halaland will break the terms of the Treaty first, and Strictland will be annexed as a collateral to avoid a regional war.”

You made an impressed face, and he added, “It’s what I think.”

“You’re not entirely wrong,” you agreed. “He might take this approach, yes. Might take the shape of a war, might not. It won’t be his first time if it does.”

“What do you mean?”

“Didn’t the Battle of the Eight Hills begin just like this?” You wondered. “It all comes down to Strictland. President Lee and Secretary Park were involved with Strictland back then too. Halaland bombed itself and claimed that Eden had, thus retaliating with an attack on Eden and triggering the war. We all suspected that Halaland had blamed Eden wrongfully, but did you ever wonder why Halaland made such claims?”

Assemblyman Kim stared at you, realisation dawning on his face as he connected the dots, his brows relaxing and lips twisting. “I’m wondering how you can make such big claims.”

“Heard it right from the man himself,” you motioned with your drink to Secretary Park who stood in the veranda, chatting up some politicians. So far, the two of you had been ignoring each other’s existence and you intended to keep it that way.

“I also wonder if annexing Strictland is what we need,” Assemblyman Kim admitted and you looked up at him with curiosity. “Eventually, a nation on this continent is going to declare itself a nuclear power. The international laws will have to change. The production of nuclear weapons will be controlled, yes, but not halted. I’d rather it be Eden who declares itself a nuclear power first, if it comes to that.”

There was a lull in conversation. Perhaps, the Assemblyman had never admitted his thoughts about the subject out loud like this. 

“You’re a wise man, Assemblyman Kim,” you meant it. “Just be careful who you choose to side with. It won’t be long before President Lee becomes a pariah. I will make sure of that personally, if I have to.”

“Should I really side with the Crescents?” He wondered. “Might do me more harm than good.”

“I never said you have to side with us,” you smiled. “Someone from the Sirens Rebel Party will approach you shortly. Hear them out, will you?”

Assemblyman Kim’s eyes widened in surprise. “Now you’re going to associate me with the notorious rebel party. Right when the elections are around the corner.”

“Come on,” you placed your empty glass back at the table. “You know the party means no harm to this land. And… it’s not like you’re winning the elections. Not alone.”

“I prefer to win fair and square, Luna,” the Assemblyman almost reprimanded, and that made a short laugh erupt from your mouth.

“Don’t you know, Mr. Kim? There’s no such thing as fair and square within the walls of Edenary.”

With that, you made your way towards the door to the lobby where Jongho seemed to be catching a breather, taking in his surroundings. You curled your hand around his left arm, a small shocked sound erupting from his mouth at the touch but he relaxed when he saw that it was only you.

“Sorry, did I scare you?” You asked, unable to keep the amusement out of your voice.

“You might not believe this, but it’s not very hard to scare me,” he admitted, sharing a grin. “Assemblyman Kim looks like someone snatched his lolly.”

“That would be me,” you said proudly. “I riled him up. He’ll definitely stop assuming a neutral position now.”

“Good,” Jongho patted your hand that was still on his arm. “Meanwhile, I’ve managed to cause a little ruckus over drinks and narrowly escaped judgement from the crowd. However… I did manage to make some new friends. We’ll need them soon.”

“Always buying connections, aren’t you?” You teased. Jongho had a rather simple philosophy of carving his path towards success, and it was that money could buy you everything. Money could also make the path towards success feel like a smooth ride.

“Can never have too many,” Jongho winked. “Don’t blame me. They are gullible. I’m just doing my job.”

“You’re bloody well good at it.”

He laughed, but it was cut short when the lobby silenced for a moment, hushed whispers indicating the arrival of someone. You couldn’t see outside from where you stood and you made no move to check who was causing the commotion, but–

“The President?”

You frowned, looking towards Jongho who seemed as confused. There was no indication that the President himself was going to attend this gathering, so whatever prompted him to arrive here? Did he want to gauge the public sentiment in person? 

Jongho motioned for you to follow him and you did, situating yourselves closer to the window and the door through which the President would be entering. You noticed Hongjoong standing near the stairs next to Ju Seok Tae, concealing his surprise. Or maybe, he already got a whiff of his arrival. He only passed a small nod to the two of you.

“Are we greeting him?” You asked Jongho, gulping. 

“Just like everyone else,” he scanned the room. Everyone seemed to have made way for the man of the evening. “Do you wish to move somewhere else?”

It felt like you were back to your father’s mansion. He always told you to make yourself scarce whenever some guest was supposed to visit, but he was also aware that you were a curious little thing who always sneaked around. Through the window, you could see Secretary Park’s eyes fixed on you, a knowing smile plastered on his face.

Something was off.

“Luna?” Jongho called your name gently.

“It’s fine,” you told him. “Just having some flashbacks. I’m going to be seeing the President this close after years, so.”

“Chin up. And remember,” he instructed, clasping your hand in his. “You’re a Leader now.”

“Thank you for the reminder,” you meant it.

That still did not prepare you for the way the President’s eyes found yours and stuck for far too long. He was still the same man yet it looked like he had aged a lot, the skin around his eyes creasing now. He stood with his lips parted– was he surprised to find you here?  

Everyone was watching. You felt your hands get clammy with sweat, the man scanning your figure slowly with Secretary Park right by his side, saying something in a low voice. The President’s gaze travelled to your right hand that was clasped in Jongho’s, and with a dissatisfactory grunt, he shifted his gaze, giving the room his trademark smile and making sure the room saw him give the two of you that same smile. 

His female secretary, Im Jinah, followed behind him and passed you a subtle smile and a nod. She definitely recognised you. Secretary Im was usually occupied in the office unlike Secretary Park, so you didn’t get to see her often when you lived in Edenary, but she was aware of your identity. You returned the sentiment and she went ahead to join Secretary Park.

Once they were out of sight, you passed a weak smile to Jongho and he let go of your hand. You wiped your hands on your dress, apologising for the nervous sweats and fixed the pearl ring on your right index finger. Your eyes followed President Lee who was greeting people, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries, claiming that he did receive the invitation and didn’t initially plan to come, but something convinced him to.

And perhaps, you were thinking too much, but you didn’t miss how the man looked back and met your eyes before turning his attention back to the group of people he was talking to. 

Like an omen, General Wi’s statement rang in your head. He has his eyes on you, you know. President Lee.

Shaking your head, you caught Hongjoong watching you with worry– was that worry in his eyes? He signalled that he would join you two in a minute and went ahead to greet the President. The two shook hands like old friends, their smiles masking their intentions. You stood waiting for him in the corner and straightened when he finally approached you.

“Well. Talk about unexpected guests.”

“Stole the show,” Jongho scoffed, checking his wristwatch. “When do we leave?”

“I’ve just got to have a final word with Mr. Ju and one of the members of the Department of Security,” Hongjoong replied, looking around the room. “If they’re not kissing the president’s arse, it shouldn’t take long.”

“And if they are?” You asked.

“Then we leave right away. No point wasting time,” Hongjoong said and you both agreed. He went towards the hall and you looked at Jongho.

“I’m going to freshen up, be right back.”

“Sure, I’ll be by the drinks,” he said and you left to find the powder room. 

Once inside the private space, you stood in front of the mirror, staring at your reflection. You told yourself that you were reading too much into everything. Assemblyman General Wi could have said that to distract you, which would be very plausible considering that he wanted the Crescents confused if he was going to remain your rival. 

The reason President Lee looked at you like that was probably because he recognised you. Maybe if you had been in private, he would have actually said hi, since you were his old friend’s daughter, though the public wasn’t aware. 

You fixed your hair and washed your hands before exiting. On the way to the hall where Jongho would be waiting for you, you encountered Secretary Im and she slowed down as you drew near her.

“It’s been a while, y/n,” she smiled and you wondered if it was genuine. “Good to see you.”

One thing about Secretary Im was that she had a way of asserting dominance which was her weapon. She appeared to be sophisticated and had an almost innocent air about her, but she was meticulous and ruthless like any presidential secretary should be in order to tackle any problems. 

And, well. You had experienced her tackle your brother Sunghoon’s case incredibly well. With her law background, she had no trouble making sure Sunghoon never had to step in police stations or court. She also took it upon herself to discipline him, though Sunghoon never took her seriously. You were pretty sure he harboured feelings for the young secretary, and you couldn’t blame him. She was beautiful.

“Hope you’ve been well,” you returned her smile. You had nothing personal against her and she had never been unkind towards you.

“I hear you’ve finally found your place in this world,” she smirked, and you couldn’t tell if this was a compliment or a jab.

“Yeah, well,” you shrugged. “Took me a while but I’m pleased to be where I am.”

Secretary Im acknowledged that with a nod. “If you would like to see your father… he’s in the study.”

Of course. Of course Secretary Im knew that Secretary Park wanted to see you.

“I’d rather not… not right now,” you responded and she shrugged, her attention drawn to someone calling her name. You bowed to each other in farewell.

While you had no intentions to see your father, you found yourself searching for the study anyway. The door was slightly ajar and he seemed to have company. You caught a glimpse of him sitting with his back towards you and decided to just leave, but–

“She’s grown so much, hasn’t she?” Secretary Park’s voice was faint but you could hear it, alright. You stood closer to the door, concealing your figure and pretending to fix your dress in case any passersby found you eavesdropping.

“She has. Hyung,” President Lee’s voice sounded, his footsteps containing a sense of urgency. “She looks just like her mother.”

“Don’t let her hear that,” Secretary Park chuckled. “What do you think? Do you want to be present when she comes to see me?”

“It would be too obvious,” President Lee clicked his tongue. “Maybe some other time, or–”

You spotted some people making their way to the study and took off for the hall, finding Jongho and grabbing a glass, downing the whiskey in one gulp. Jongho looked at you with worry.

“You look awfully pale, Luna. Are you alright?”

“I’m good,” you said, but you didn’t sound convincing. “Just heard something I shouldn’t have.”

Jongho was about to inquire but he spotted Hongjoong. You were utterly relieved to hear that it was time to go back. The three of you shared the details of the gathering on your way back but you ended up keeping the last bit of the event to yourself.

You debated whether you should tell them about what you had heard, the guilt of keeping that information gnawing at you and making you restless, especially when you were in the privacy of your own room. Hongjoong was supposed to make a detour to Sector 4 tomorrow, having received a tip regarding Tiffany so you reckoned it was now or never.

Finally making the decision, you took heavy steps towards Hongjoong and Jongho’s room and knocked. 

It was Jongho who opened the door for you, looking more surprised than worried. “Everything alright?”

You peeked behind him– Hongjoong was up, dressed in black silk nightwear as opposed to Jongho’s ivory cotton one. He was sitting on a chair and was occupied with a book.

“Can I come in?”

“Sure,” Jongho made way for you and you gave the Captain an awkward smile when he finally noticed that it was you who knocked. You settled on the edge of the bed in front of the two.

“I overheard Secretary Park and President Lee talk about something at the Ju Residence earlier,” you told, your heart thumping between your ears. 

Hongjoong shut his book, giving you his full attention. “And what was that?”

“President Lee said I look just like my mother. He sounded awfully surprised, and… off. It was strange to hear that from his mouth.”

A surprised sound erupted from Jongho’s mouth. Hongjoong, however, remained stoic.

“Secretary Park and President Lee go way back,” he reminded you. “It would only make sense that they share everything with each other, including this information. It is possible that he knew your mother personally.”

“But…” you fiddled with your hands in your lap. “I don’t know how to explain it. It’s just… strange. The way he looked at me today. How Assemblyman Wi said he’s got his eyes on me. Nothing's making sense anymore.”

“Is there a chance your father wants you to side with him now?” Jongho wondered and you were surprised at his deduction. 

“Well… I also received a letter a few days ago from Secretary Park,” you admitted and Hongjoong raised a brow. “He said he wants to meet me. Alone.”

“And you didn’t tell anyone?” 

“I’m telling you now,” you gave him a tired look. 

“You must have made a decision then,” Hongjoong smiled and something about it felt like a jab.

“I have,” you kept your voice steady. “I have to hear him out and find out the reason why he’s so keen on meeting me now.”

Heavy silence filled the room for a few seconds before Jongho grunted, attempting to improve the mood.

“I think that’s a good idea,” he offered his insight. “Secretary Park must be in desperate need of something to call a meeting with you. I don’t think he would ask to meet you just to rub our recent sufferings in your face.”

You smiled at that and agreed. “I’ll learn what he needs and we can use that to our advantage–”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to meet him,” Hongjoong interjected. “I think they’re trying to distract you– us, from something. It’s a common tactic.”

“Well,” you began. “I’ll keep that in mind. But I still think I should meet him anyway.”

“So you’ve already made up your mind,” Hongjoong sighed in resignation. “Thanks for letting us know.”

“Hongjoong,” Jongho warned but you shook your head, silencing him.

“Do you trust me, Joong?” 

“Of course I do,” Hongjoong’s voice almost cracked. “I don’t trust anyone else but us. I think they’re going to take advantage of you, and I do not want my ace to be taken advantage of.”

“That won’t happen,” you insisted. He knew that it was not that easy to manipulate you into doing something, so why was he being so adamant about this if he trusted you so much?

Your eyes narrowed slightly. “Are you hiding something from me?”

Hongjoong folded his arm and leaned back in his chair, expressions going cold. “Whatever gave you that idea?”

You looked at Jongho who appeared about as uncomfortable as you. He definitely was not aware of Hongjoong’s reasoning.

“You haven’t lied to me about anything, right?” You asked and Hongjoong nodded. “But… you’re hiding some truth from me.”

When Hongjoong did not respond, Jongho muttered a curse under his breath. While you were glad that it was only Hongjoong playing this game with you, it still left a bitter taste in your mouth because if he had not shared these things with the boys, that meant that the gravity of the matter must be pretty high.

“I’m not blind, neither am I dumb, Kim Hongjoong,” you glared at him. “I know you must have your reasons. But just like you did not like how I kept this from you, I don’t like how you’re keeping something from me. Will you share it with me now, or should I take your silence as a sign that I’m dismissed?”

“Luna,” he appeared distraught. “I don’t want you distracted from what’s more important right now. Whatever I’m keeping from you is nothing of importance right now.”

“Not helping,” you shook your head and got up. “Have a safe trip, Hongjoong.”

With that, you left the room, shutting the door with a bit of a slam for extra measure. Hongjoong clenched his jaw, glancing at Jongho who was grimacing.

“Damn, hyung. You messed up.”

Hongjoong shook his head. “This fucking building must be cursed or something– never a peaceful moment here with Luna. Ask Jaehyun to contact real estate and find us a better building.”

“Or we’ll just have this one blessed,” Jongho suggested and Hongjoong shot him a glare.

When you took to a bar to drown in your emotions, you didn’t expect to run into Inspector Gong, of all the people in Eden.

Hongjoong had left for Sector 4 earlier in the morning. You both were pretending that the conversation from last night never happened, and you only wished him well and prayed for his safety as he went to verify the tip that he had received about Madame Tiffany. Apparently, she was trying to contact him and did not want anyone finding out. 

That was strange in itself. For a person of Madame Tiffany’s standing to practically go into hiding meant something was up. She hadn’t made a public appearance since the tip to the navy had temporarily paused trade with Mist Island. Your sources had confirmed that she was nowhere to be found in Wonderland.

Jongho was due to meet a client close by, and he offered you to join him but you denied, admitting that you felt bad for leaving things on a sour note with Hongjoong and wanted to clear your head. He understood.

“If you’re like me, you’d want to try a bar,” Jongho had said. “Just the perfect place to drown in your sorrows.”

“Oh, then I’m very much like you,” you had confirmed and with a grin, he told you to visit one specific bar in downtown that wasn’t very active but had the best collection of wine and the perfect atmosphere to enjoy some solitude. 

And solitude you were enjoying, Winter hanging nearby, inconspicuously keeping watch. When she spotted Inspector Gong, she informed you immediately but it looked like the officer was here for a reason much like yours.

It was why you didn’t mind him taking a seat near you. You would have moved elsewhere, but he noticed you and chuckled in surprise.

“Didn’t expect to run into a Crescent here,” he commented. 

“Didn’t expect to run into an officer here,” you retorted, signalling the waiter to get the officer a drink. “But I’m not one to complain.”

He chuckled, thanking you for the drink and presumed to stare at it intently instead of consuming it. You continued to do the same to your drink, though it wasn’t your first. 

“You’re not drinking,” you said after a moment. “I didn’t spike it in case you’re worried about that.”

“Of course you didn’t,” he said but you raised a brow, indicating that you very well could have. “I don’t think the drink is going to help very much, to be frank.”

“I can confirm,” you sighed. “Fifth glass and it only feels worse.”

“Trouble in paradise?” He asked. You wondered if he was aware of your relationship with the Crescents– or at least one of them. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was. He always kept a close, watchful eye on the gang.

“Something like that,” you found yourself admitting. “Do you have a partner, Inspector?”

“I have a wife, yes.”

“How do you solve conflicts?”

“By not avoiding them, but it’s easier said than done,” he mused.

“Right…” you traced the curve of your glass with your fingertip. “What if the conflict is because you’re both trying to protect each other in your own ways?”

“That’s always a hard one,” he sucked in a breath, contemplating what to say next. One look at you and he knew that he could share this. “I had an intense conflict with my wife when I was investigating my last case in Edenary. She told me not to dig into it and obey my superiors. It was her way of protecting me, and I only understood that after that case cost me my detective badge.”

“Did she gloat about being right afterwards?” You asked. The Inspector couldn’t tell if you were teasing.

“Oh, she did. Rubbed salt in my wounds, still does,” he chuckled. “But that’s her way of reminding me to be careful. She’s also someone who sticks with me and is proud of me, no matter where I am. No matter how stupid I am.”

That warmed your heart. “She sounds like a great partner.”

The Inspector nodded and finally downed his drink. 

“The last case that you investigated in Edenary… that was President Han’s murder investigation, wasn’t it?”

He was silent for a good moment but eventually, he nodded, figuring that you already knew a great deal.

“Why did you get demoted?”

“Because I wouldn’t listen to my superiors–”

“No, I mean,” you turned your attention to him and he met your eyes, looking more tired than you expected. “Why, really, were you demoted? Only because you refused to let go of the case, or was it because you were snooping in places that were never meant to be snooped in?”

The Inspector gave you a look. “You’re Secretary Park’s daughter. You should know all about it.”

“Connected the dots, have you?” You scoffed. “And if you really have, you must know that it’s just a misfortune, a stroke of bad luck that we’re bound by those familial ties.”

Another moment of silence.

“So it was Secretary Park who stopped your investigation, eh?” You asked, even though you knew the answer. Everyone knew. “And by extension… President Lee.”

“They claimed he had his private team looking into it,” the Inspector reminded you.

“A weak excuse. His private team never found anything.”

“Because it never existed,” he scoffed. “I know.”

The waiter offered to fill your glasses and you both gladly accepted the refill. You sipped on your drink, thinking. The taste of the familiar drink was more bitter tonight.

“Would you like to look into the case again?”

“No,” It was more a warning than an answer. “You can’t look into it. Not now–”

“Now’s a good time, I think,” you commented. “He’s all riled up and distracted. Would be the perfect opportunity to access the previously restricted resources, don’t you think?”

“He’ll find out,” Inspector Gong shook his head. “And I can’t get any more demoted than I already am.”

“But he’s scared of you,” you locked eyes with him. “He stopped you, crushed your spirits, because he was scared you were going to find something that he did not want you to find. So if you’re not going to look into the case again, tell me about your last or most recent findings.”

He passed you a sceptical look and you shrugged loudly. “I don’t have enough time to investigate it myself, don’t worry. I’m just interested.”

“For all the wrong reasons, I suppose.”

“They’re going to be the right reasons very soon,” you said, implying the president’s recent controversial decisions. “I’ll share something with you if you share this with me. Something you’ll like very much.”

“Go ahead, then. You first,” he folded his arms, ready to hear what you had to offer.

“Who would you like dirt on?”

“Let’s see…” he thought for a good minute. “How about the Crescents themselves?”

When you shot him a glare, he raised his hands in surrender. “How about the Sirens? I hear you’re all chummy now.”

“You’re barking up the wrong tree, though,” you smiled. “The Sirens are not your enemy, inspector. You could work with them– you’d made good allies. They just want the Strictland issue to be solved. Don’t you, Inspector?”

“I suppose I do,” he exhaled deeply, sniffing. “Why do the Sirens care about the Strictland issue so much?”

You contemplated for a moment. “I’m not sure. Loyalty to Eden sounds like a lie. My guess is that they– that one of their leaders has something personal against President Lee or one of the parties involved with Strictland. You know how most of the members of that group are immigrants. Loyalty to Halaland? Unlikely when their homeland abandoned them. It feels personal, but that’s just my observation.”

“That’s very insightful,” Inspector Gong regarded you with curiosity.

“Your turn,” you reminded him.

“Well… I actually received a tip from someone right before President Lee interjected and closed the case. I suspect it was President Han’s female secretary. She disappeared after her death and has probably left Eden, or maybe she’s buried under the ground. I’m not sure, but anyways… the tip revealed that President Han was looking into something very personal right before her death.”

“Investigating her husband?” You asked. “I bet she was, but I already know about that–”

“No, not politics-related,” Inspector Gong took a deep breath. “Something related to her family. I found out that she has some maternal family in Eden, but they always stayed out of the spotlight. No one was aware of their identities, and I bet after what happened to her, they cut all association with her for fear of their lives.”

“Maternal family…” you considered that. “It would be interesting if they were still around, right?”

“I suspect they are. The detective hunch in me says so,” Inspector Gong passed a cryptic smile and you fought the urge to inquire further. “But my detective hunch also wonders if the tip was pointing to President Han’s family with President Lee.”

“The infant that died?” You frowned. 

“Maybe they had other children. Maybe one of them had children out of an affair,” Inspector Gong said. “I like to entertain all possibilities. I just wish the secretary elaborated when she gave me the tip, but I can’t blame her. She was probably too scared and wanted to reveal the information in private. Maybe she never would have revealed that and doubted me as much as any other.”

“Interesting,” you commented. “Would you be up to meet President Han’s male secretary regarding this matter?”

“Isn’t he in hiding after what happened with his arrest?” 

“I know how to reach him,” you offered.

“There must be a catch,” Inspector Gong cocked his head.

“You’ll keep me updated.”

“Of course,” he shook his head. “You’re just like Hongjoong, you know.”

That pleased you infinitely. You looked back at where Winter was standing, surprised to see that Jongho had joined her. You finished your drink and got up.

“Well, it’s been a pleasure, Inspector,” you said. “I hope we can share drinks more often.”

“Nah, I think I’m fine,” he shook his head but his smile said otherwise. 

You approached Jongho who started clapping. “How did you get the Inspector to smile so damn much?”

“We shared domestic troubles,” you said and he laughed. “But… I’ve found some interesting things regarding President Han’s case.”

“Oh?”

“Apparently, she was investigating something personal right before her death– something regarding her family. Only, we don’t know what family is meant by that. She has some maternal family in Eden so we might want to look into that– but you would know all about it, wouldn’t you?” You turned towards Winter who was smiling.

“Can’t break the code,” she simply said.

“We’re going to end up finding out anyway, save us some time,” you half-pleaded but she was adamant. 

“This one, you won’t.”

“And what about the things that we potentially could find out?” Jongho asked.

With the two of you ganging up on the young spy, she gave in. “Fine. President Han wasn’t looking into her maternal or paternal family or anything related to them.”

“So she was looking into what? Does President Lee have another child?” Jongho asked. “Someone with a different mother? Someone no one knows about?”

“Find out for yourselves.”

You suppressed a curse and Winter smirked. Jongho only shook his head and you looked towards him.

“Do you think I should ask Secretary Park about that?”

“Don’t you even try,” he warned. “If that’s what got President Han killed by her own husband… don’t you dare try, Luna.”

“Geez, okay,” you folded your arms. “I won’t.”

“Promise me,” he was serious.

“I promise,” you assured him. “But I’m going to meet him. Tomorrow. You can’t stop me from that.”

Jongho looked conflicted. “Hongjoong asked me to let you do whatever you want, but I’m still tempted to stop you from meeting him.”

“It’s just a little meeting. It will only do emotional damage,” you laughed though it didn’t quite sound very hearty. “Winter will be present with me. You don’t have to worry about anything.”

“Oh, you can’t stop me from worrying,” Jongho motioned for you to follow him, exiting the dark corridor and leading you towards the parking lot, hand on the small of your back. “I just hope…”

Jongho paused when you reached the car and he faced you, looking conflicted. “I hope you don’t let him get to you too much. Don’t end up making any deals with the devil, Luna.”

You nodded, finding his hand and squeezing it in assurance. He drew his other hand to your face, giving your cheek a gentle caress before pulling away and opening the door for you, taking you home.

Little did you know that the devil would take your hand and ask you to come with him.

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The Unsolicited Sister-In-Law/Aniyome/Bhabhi Promotion Arc

Jujutsu Tech Teacher Itadori Choso/F!Reader Summary: Modern Jujutsu Tech College AU – Choso is a young, grungy yet emotionally competent sorcerer-teacher, sharing faculty duties with Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Haibara, Sukuna (somehow not evil), Toji (we don't ask), and Shoko. You are a non-sorcerer administrative adjunct who somehow ends up in situations you don’t fully understand. A/N: First time writing Choso in main + inc SMAU. Song Rec: This whole thing came to me when I was drunk & this song started playing.

The faculty lounge smelled like three things: Shoko’s nicotine patches, Sukuna’s cologne (which no one had the guts to say was actually Axe Dark Temptation), and burnt microwave biryani.

Again.

Choso sat slouched on the faux-leather couch, chewing a protein bar like it had wronged him. His rings clinked against the water bottle in his lap. A muted bruise bloomed just beneath his eye—sparring with Toji again. Or maybe Gojo. Who knew anymore?

You strolled in, distracted as always, hugging a file folder to your chest, already launching into some ramble about receipts and budget approvals, unaware of how heavy the air was.

And how heavy he’d become.

“Morning,” you chirped, dropping beside him without looking. “Did Sukuna sign the requisition for the outdoor heaters or is he still pretending the courtyard fire pit is ‘environmental enrichment’?”

Choso frowned at you.

You didn’t notice.

You were used to his silences, the way he communicated with frowns and shrugs, with the occasional cryptic sentence that could mean anything from “I want coffee” to “I’m planning emotional arson.”

But lately, something was different. Not silent. Sullen.

Like he’d been wounded and just… let the blade stay in.

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Weeks Earlier.

You didn’t mean it. You were just joking with Sukuna.

Trying to be casual, play off the way you’d been vanishing from group events, avoiding one-on-one time with Choso outside work. You hadn’t wanted anyone to assume things.

“We’re just good friends,” you said, brushing the conversation off with a nervous laugh.

Sukuna raised a brow. “Huh. Didn’t know you were ‘just good friends’ with someone who gives you his last dumpling and lets you wear his hoodies even in summer.”

You'd waved him off. “Choso’s just… like that.”

And somehow, those words got carried through the teacher group chat, probably via Geto or Haibara being nosy little shits.

---

Now.

The difference was subtle.

He didn’t send you music links anymore.

No passive-aggressive playlists full of angsty Japanese metal.

No half-burned CDs dropped in your desk drawer with cryptic Sharpie messages like “track 7 = how I feel about tofu.”

He stopped calling you “babe” in that low, gravelly drawl that never quite sounded ironic.

And most heartbreakingly of all…

He stopped calling you at all.

You were in free-fall and didn’t realize until it was too late.

“Choso?” You tapped his shoulder, concerned. “Are you mad at me or something?”

He turned to you slowly, eyes rimmed with faint kohl, expression unreadable. His lip curled—not in disgust, but restraint.

“No,” he said, voice deadpan. “We’re ‘just good friends,’ right?”

Your stomach dropped.

You opened your mouth, then shut it.

Fuck.

---

2 Weeks Ago: A Flashback You Didn’t Know He Remembered.

You were naked in his bed, sunlight spearing through broken blinds, the air heavy with sweat and laundry detergent.

You reached for your shirt, but Choso stopped you, kissed your bare shoulder, murmured something soft and stupid like, “You’re my favorite part of the day.”

You chuckled. Didn’t answer.

You thought it was just pillow talk.

You didn’t know he meant it.

---

Back to Now.

“Choso, I didn’t—”

“You didn’t what?” he interrupted, standing now, looming in that casual, terrifyingly hot way he did. “Didn’t know I told all my five brothers about you? That I said no to blind dates because I thought we were… something?”

The lounge was empty except for Shoko, sipping her bubble tea at the counter, watching with the horrified curiosity of a bystander at a slow-motion car crash.

Toji popped his head in, saw what was happening, and reversed out silently.

“Choso, I thought—”

“No,” he snapped, and it wasn’t yelling. He never yelled.

But it was worse.

It was hurt, concentrated into syllables that made your throat dry. “Don’t say you thought you were giving me space. That’s bullshit. You didn’t ask. You just assumed.”

You blinked. “I didn’t want to… get too close and ruin it.”

“Ruin what?” He bit out. “We were already close. I let you in, and you still treated me like I was temporary.”

That made your stomach sink.

You were quiet for a moment. Then, meekly spoke, “You never said we were dating either.”

“I didn’t think I had to,” he muttered, glancing away. “You call me when you are scared. You come to my place when you are drunk, sick, pissed off. You wore my hoodie to Nanami’s birthday party.”

“You said it matched your eyeliner!” You protested weakly.

“Oh my god,” Haibara said from the hallway where he had clearly been eavesdropping, clutching a snack bag like popcorn. “Just kiss already or die or something.”

“Shut up, Yu,” both of you said at once.

Chosos stared at you with hurt in his waterline and stormed off.

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Later, in the Courtyard, Because Of Course the Confrontation Needed a Sequel.

You sat on the stone bench beneath the sakura trees that didn’t bloom anymore, hands shoved deep in your jacket.

Choso came out in a threadbare hoodie and his “emotional crisis pants” (ripped jeans with more holes than fabric). He didn’t sit beside you. Just leaned on the railing, looking out.

“They call you Aniyome, you know,” he said eventually.

You swallowed.

“Sukuna started it. As a joke,” he added. “Then Suguru said it unironically. Nanami deadpanned it at dinner and you laughed. I thought you got it. I thought you were in on it.”

“I wasn’t,” you whispered.

He looked over, eyes lined with more than kohl now. “Yeah. I get that now.”

A pause.

“But I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t mean anything, did you?” He said, Too tired to be cruel.

The silence stretched.

“I thought if I didn’t expect anything,” you admitted, “I wouldn’t lose anything.”

He turned fully to you now, eyes burning low like coals. “Well, surprise. You lost me anyway.”

And it wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t like a movie.

It was real. Human.

The kind of fight where there’s no villain, just two people standing on opposite ends of a gap neither thought was there.

You stood slowly. “Do you still want me?”

His eyes snapped to yours.

“Not like… as a friend. Or a convenient body. As me. Clueless and emotionally constipated and all.”

He stared.

Then, walked forward until you were almost chest to chest, and his voice dropped an octave.

“Do you want me?”

The words were low. Angry. Longing.

Like the song in his head he refused to sing aloud.

You didn’t answer.

Instead, you leaned in and kissed him—slow, not like forgiveness, but like understanding.

And when you pulled back, he was smiling. Just a little.

“Okay,” he said. “But next time someone calls you aniyome, you’re not allowed to deny it.”

“No promises,” you teased, finally.

He rolled his eyes.

And from then on, when you walked into the faculty lounge and Choso passed you your tea, there was no confusion.

Only comfort.

Only knowing.

Even if Gojo still whistled the Kabira tune every time you sat down.

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A/N: Communication: the difference between pining and pain. Did Choso have a right to be hurt, or should he have spoken up sooner? And more importantly—will Gojo ever stop whistling that damn song? Tag yourself—I'm Shoko watching this disaster with bubble tea in hand.

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[notsolonedesert]

All of them lived happily ever after and nothing bad ever happened, trust me 🥹

Follow up: The wedding

[readwritealldayallnight]

(part of the ‘Wife at First Sight’ series)

The newlyweds hold each other close, bodies swaying in time with the music that plays through rented speakers in the dance hall, their loved ones gathered around to watch their first dance.

Every guest in attendance is sporting a smile as they gaze upon the happy couple, some even have tears brimming close to their lash lines, threatening to spill over. There is no doubt that today is a day every in attendance will remember for a long time.

You and Simon however…

Well, the two of you are happy for the newlyweds, of course, no doubt about it. You’re very grateful that your sister included you in her wedding party. But when one of Simon’s large hands happened to slip into yours when the DJ asked everyone to gather around the dance floor to watch the couple’s first dance, he hardly had to give you much of a tug to steer you towards one of the darker corners of the decorated space.

Turning to face you, he offered you his extended hand along with a raised brow in question. Slipping your smaller hand into his bare palm, both of you pointedly ignoring the spark that shot through your nerves at the slight touch, you allow him to hesitantly pull you closer and closer, until there isn’t any air left between your bodies, your figures moulding together as though you were simply chunks of clay on a pottery wheel, two separate pieces becoming one.

Instinctually, as though the two of you have held each other like this countless times beforehand, your arms snake around his neck while his large palms come to land on the small of your waist, the room too dark for you to see how his hands hold the slightest tremble to them

Simon can’t recall if his hands have ever shaken while on duty, and if they have, it was in the very early days of his career, too long ago to even be remembered. His confidence in himself and his abilities too strong to allow for any nerves to seep through and put a tremble in his steady hands. With you however…

When it comes to you, Simon finds himself in uncharted territory, in unfamiliar waters. He doesn’t have anyone on comms to tell him how to do this, no briefing to go over the plan, no Captain giving him orders he can follow to a T like the good soldier he is. For someone who had become so used to working solo for years, he’s finding himself at a constant loss when it comes to pulling the trigger with you.

But now, with your smaller body held so gently but firmly in his strong arms as you sway together to the melody, no one else aware to the private moment you two are having in the shadows, he can’t imagine going on any longer without this being his reality. No more pretending, no more charades, he wanted the real thing. And that alone terrified him more than any RPG or close combat fight ever had.

As the night wraps up, Simon hangs back and watches you hug your sister and new brother in law, watches you bid your goodbyes to fellow friends and family members, watches you fetch a coat for an older aunt who’d misplaced it, watches you ruffle your young nephew’s hair as he sleeps on his mothers shoulder, watches you spin and stroll and saunter about the space leaving everyone you interact with wearing a smile, all while he thinks to himself, wife wife wife wife wife wi-

My wife

If you would have asked him, he planned on blaming the slight breeze outside during your walk from the venue back to the car, as to why he removed his blazer and draped it over your shoulders. But like everything else that happened between the two of you, you didn’t question it, instead choosing to enjoy the warmth that the jacket emanated, along with the lingering smell of Ghost clinging to the fabric

Nor did you have anything to say when you felt his pinky finger brush yours once, twice, three times before he was threading his thick, calloused fingers together with your softer ones, each of you silently relishing in the others touch

As he did every time the two of you happened to drive together, he opened your door for you, still holding onto your palm as he helped you in. Tonight however, unlike any other time, instead of shutting the door and coming around to the drivers side right away, Simon instead grabbed ahold of the seatbelt before you had a chance to, slowly reaching over you to buckle you in, your cheeks warming at the gesture

The drive back to base was quieter than usual. Already known for being a man of few words, you had grown accustomed to the way you apparently brought the fearsome Lieutenant out of his shell for you and you only. You occasionally filled the otherwise comfortable silence with comments about the wedding, remarks about the decor, complaints about the music choice, joking about how much fun you’d had introducing everyone to your husband, all while he sat quietly in the drivers seat

Though his ever stoic expression did not betray his inner thoughts, his mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to figure out how to open his mouth and just say what he wants to say. He remembers learning somewhere that car rides are often a useful environment for having difficult conversations, as it is easier to talk and let things out without having the pressure of someone watching you, and you looking back at them.

He has to do it. He will do it. If he doesn’t do it now, when else will he ever work up the courage to say what he’s been feeling since the very second he laid eyes on you and knew who you would be to him

“-honestly though, I don’t think anyone was expecting my uncle to start dancing like th-”

“Love, can I-” Simon interrupts you, his hands tightening around the steering wheel as he takes a steadying inhale and braces himself. You glance at him for a moment, not minding that he’s cut you off, as you’d been wondering what was going on in that head of his, almost able to hear the gears turning in his brain as he drove. “I need to say somethin’.”

“Okay.”

“And I don’t-” He can’t help but take another deep breath, unsure of how to go about this. “I don’t know how to-”

This time, it’s you who cuts him off, when you shift in your seat and reach a delicate hand out to rest on his bicep, offering the slightest squeeze of reassurance. He takes his eyes off the road just long enough to glance down at where your hand lays on his muscle, feeling as if his he’s been shocked where you touch him, even with the clothing separating your skin from his, the simple gesture giving him just enough confidence to say what he needs you to hear

“I don’t have much to offer you, love.” He begins by saying, his death grip on the steering wheel loosening more and more every second he feels the weight of your hand still resting on him, letting him know you’re there. “My job- it’s dangerous. I know you know that, but I haven’t a family member left alive because o’ what I do. I haven’t a single friend outside o’ my own bloody task force. I’ve got a small flat in the city I only see maybe five times out o’ the year. I don’t- I don’t have much, love.”

Simon takes another breath, grounding himself as he feels your thumb stroking his arm through the fabric of his button-up, still listening to him, still here with him.

“But if I had you, swee’heart. If I really had you, had you as my wife,” he has to stop to clear this throat, his emotions seeping through into his words. “If I had you as my wife, I’d have the whole world. That’s all I want. All I need.”

It’s your turn to stew in silence for what in actuality is only a few moments, but for Simon it feels like an eternity and a half, every possible worst case scenario he’d ever thought up flashing through his mind with every passing second you don’t say anything.

“Wait,” you finally reply, the storm in his head halting at the sound of your voice. “Simon, do you- are you- are you saying you like me???”

That… that was not what Simon was expecting you to have to say after all that

“Er- yes.”

“Simon!” You squeal, the gentle hand on his arm now swatting at him repeatedly. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?! I had no idea!”

Were it anyone else, Simon would be downright bewildered with how truly and utterly blind you’ve been these past few months, only now putting two and two together as to his true feelings for you. But because it is you, he can’t help the light chuckle that slips free from between his lips

“You know what, you’re right lovie. I should’ve been more clear.” He says, only half-joking.

“But wait, I- I don’t understand. You- isn’t there someone else? I mean- I helped you pick a ring for someone-”

You watch as Simon readjusts his grip on the steering wheel so that he’s driving with one hand, the other reaching across to the glove compartment in front of you, pulling it open to reveal nothing out of the ordinary; the car’s starter manual, a flashlight, an extra pair of gloves, a ring bo-

A ring box

But not just any ring box

You know it as soon as your eyes land on it, and you can’t help the gasp that comes out of you, even this late at night in the darkness of the car with shadows whooshing past constantly, you recognize that box right away

You helped pick it out after all

“It’s your ring, love.” You hear Simon whisper, his outstretched hand hesitantly reaching out to smooth over your knee, recognizing that things are starting to make sense to you after all this time. “It could only ever be for you. There is only you.”

Your trembling fingers pull the box from its hiding spot, bringing it to rest in your palms on your lap, cradling it as though it were the most precious thing you ever held

You don’t realize that Simon is pulling the car over to rest on the curb, until you feel the parking brakes being put on, your eyes finally glancing up to meet his own steady gaze. Gaze locked with yours, he slowly reaches out to pluck the box from your hands, tilting the top open to reveal the very same piece of jewelry you’d unknowingly chosen for yourself. But your eyes never drift down to catch the diamond sparkling in the light, instead staying directly on his, something much more precious and priceless unfolding between the two of you

You’ve known Simon for months now, have spent countless hours talking, laughing, getting to know each other more deeply than anyone else has known you in years. In all that time, never once did you question his mask, nor did you ever ask to see what was underneath, respecting that it was part of what made him him

Now however, your eyes widen as you watch his fingers slip beneath the ear loops of his simple black medical mask, before he slowly brings it down, revealing a scarred, pale, vulnerable, and handsome face beneath

The gesture is not lost on you; Simon is truly baring himself completely to you, no more hiding behind jokes or masks or anything

“Love,” he begins, clearing his throat once more before he asks the most important question of his life. “Would you make me the happiest man alive and marry m-”

You’ve cut him off again

But not with your words, nor your reassuring touch

No, this time you cut him off by reaching forward to grasp the collar of his shirt and pulling him towards you, lips meeting in a passionate crash that feels as though time has stopped and the earth stands still, a feeling that leaves you certain that no one else on the surface of the earth has ever felt something as deeply, as world shattering as this

You’re finally kissing Simon

Simon is finally kissing you

Pulling back for air, you don’t dare go any farther than where you can lean your forehead against his, each of you panting, with grins stretching across your kiss-swollen lips

“Take that as a yes.”

“Oh my gosh,” You laugh along with him, your shared breaths warming the others reddening faces. “Just wait until we tell everyone!”

Simon isn’t sure how to break it to you, that you might just in fact be the last person to find out about this

If you’ve made it this far into the series, I wanted to say thank you so so so much for reading and thank you for your patience between uploads!!!

This will not be the last part to Wife at First Sight- I’m hoping to make one last NSFW part to wrap it all up, but I wanted it to be separate from this upload in case anyone wasn’t wanting to read the 18+

- M 🫶🏻

[piastrisun]

next in line.

pairings: lando norris + verstappen female reader.

summary: your brother announces his first baby, suddenly everyone’s eyes are on you. the teasing starts as harmless fun, but life has other plans.

faceclaim: lila moss.⠀warning: none.

request: for a smau idea, can you do verstappen!reader that just found out that her brother's gonna be a dad and is just excited maybe a reader x lando? and the grid teases her telling her she's next?

notes: so so happy for max, i’m sure he’s gonna be an amazing dad. and to make clear, i do not support kelly’s actions but i respect her as max’s partner and mother of their kid. also, i’m really sorry this took so long, i didn’t had my laptop :( but i do now!

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ynverstappen i’m going to be an aunt, AGAIN!!! congratulations to the best brother in the world and my sister-in-law for blessing us with a tiny human. can’t wait to meet my future favourite little one. 🤍

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username this got me thinking she was expecting as well, the GASP i let out 💀

maxverstappen1 best brother in the world? finally getting the recognition i deserve

username the fact he commented this first, so unserious 😭😭

username1 i was so moved by the caption and now i’m laughing

maxverstappen1 ik houd van je, kleine zus!!! (i love you, little sister)

ynverstappen ik hou altijd van je, you’re going to be an amazing dad!! (i love you too)

username2 FAVES

username3 my most parasocial relationship are them because i feel like they’re my cousins

kellypiquet thank you!! 🥹 baby can’t wait to meet their favourite aunt

ynverstappen stop it i’ll cry

username they’re so sweet with each other

username4 OMG congrats to your family!!! can’t wait to see the cutest baby pics

landonorris i’m next in line to become an uncle

ynverstappen i hope you’re ready for all the babysitting we’ll be doing!!

username5 wait... does this mean lando and yn are next?

username6 imagine the chaos if they had a baby too 😭😭

maxfewtrell chaos? more like pure excellence the world’s not ready

landonorris couldn’t agree more

ynverstappen you’re BANNED from my posts

username7 do you guys think i still have time to reincarnate in that baby?

username8 MOVE, it was my idea first

danielricciardo aunt for now, mum next?

ynverstappen delete this immediately

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YOUR CHATS: MAMMA’S FAVOURITE GROUP.

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landonorris just say the word babe

ynverstappen STOPPPP

landonorris i meannn, i was already planning our baby names list, but take your time

ynverstappen keep the list, i’m busy trying to decide between napping or rewatch criminal minds

maxverstappen1 we’re just preparing you for the future

ynverstappen future? i was planning on sleeping past 11 AM, thank you very much

ynverstappen but sure, let’s add kids to the list!

victoriaverstappen you’re next! the family is ready for some mini-you

ynverstappen okay that is kinda cute

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YOUR CHATS: TEAM BABY.

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landonorris four years with my person, my best friend, and the love of my life. here’s to many more!! i love youuuuu

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lnfour nice number that one

ynverstappen beyond grateful for you every single day, love you more than anything!! <3 ♥︎ liked by author

landonorris love youUuUu

maxfewtrell you two have made it 4 years and not killed each other? impressive

ynverstappen jerk, we’re literally the best couple

username SPEAK UR TRUTH 🗣️

username2 seeing you two together makes me believe in love and what

carlossainz55 yeah, how’s that baby talk going?

ynverstappen can we just enjoy the anniversary without being bombarded about children

landonorris hey!! it’s a valid question

sophiekumpen watching you grow together has been such a joy ♥︎ liked by author

landonorris we couldn’t have done it without all your support 🩶

username3 this is the cutest thing i’ve seen all day

username4 sooo, where’s the baby update?

georgerussell63 you better be sending out wedding invites soon... you know i’ll be waiting ♥︎ liked by author

username5 lando liked this omg

username6 OH IM SO EXCITED

maxverstappen1 maybe we can get the baby a matching anniversary onesie

landonorris don’t tempt me!!

username6 you’re worse than the actual mother 😭😭

alex_albon he is and we appreciate it

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maxfewtrell she has that pregnancy glow

landonorris she says: fuck off

maxfewtrell so lovely as always 🥰

charles_leclerc is the shrimp carrying a baby shrimp?

landonorris i don’t think so but stay tuned!

charles_leclerc 🫡

ynverstappen shrimp 😭😭 you’re unbelievable

landonorris you’re MY shrimp, tho

ynverstappen i know i love u

landonorris special shrimp

ynverstappen yes

landonorris mama shrimp

ynverstappen too far babe

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danielricciardo i’m assuming shrimp is code for ‘future mum’ now?

ynverstappen lando’s been calling me shrimp since FOREVER

danielricciardo for obvious reasons, you kinda look like one

ynverstappen you’re relentless

oscarpiastri you can’t escape forever, you know

ynverstappen i can and i WILL

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ynverstappen we <3 new york

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alex_albon this feels like a soft launch for a baby announcement

ynverstappen in WHAT world

alex_albon i don’t know, everyone says new york is romantic

ynverstappen no one has EVER said that

carlossainz55 you two look like you’re scouting locations for a babymoon

ynverstappen STOP GIVING HIM IDEAS

landonorris i do like the sound of that ♥︎ liked by author

ynverstappen no you don’t

username she says that and yet likes all the baby related comments 😭😭

landonorris do you think we’ll get a discount if we book the babymoon now? asking for a friend

ynverstappen i’ll throw you in the ocean

username2 LMAOO he’s not even subtle about it

maxfewtrell baby’s first visit to the empire state? 👶🏻

landonorris give us nine months, mate

username3 savannah slow down

username4 y’all are a little too cute and i love it

username5 REAL like those are my parents

oscarpiastri if you name the baby after me i’ll babysit for free. think about it

landonorris oscar norris-verstappen it is!!!

ynverstappen first of all, my last name would go first

ynverstappen second, you were my favourite, oscar

ynverstappen and i remark WERE

oscarpiastri got it miss

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YOUR CHATS: TEAM BABY.

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username he has called her his muse a million times and it gets me every time 🥹

ynverstappen love love love ♥︎ liked by author

lando.jpg 🖤

danielricciardo your family portraits are coming along nicely. just missing one thing…

lando.jpg i’ll admit that would make a good christmas card ♥︎ liked by ynverstappen

username2 u don’t even TRY to be subtle, huh? lmaooo

username3 someone pls tell him he’s not slick 😭����

username4 you two are the cutest

username5 okay dad in training, we see you!!

username6 they can’t escape baby talk even online i’m CRYING

username7 husband AND dad material, i don’t make the rules ♥︎ liked by author

username8 him liking this he’s NOT real

username9 this man is ready, someone call yn

charles_leclerc dog dad today, human dad tomorrow 👀

ynverstappen tomorrow’s a bit ambitious, but thanks for the timeline

username she’s not saying no—

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[enhaflixer]

🎬 𝐄𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐎𝐓𝟕

Bf! Hyung line goes grocery shopping - texts

Bf! Maknae line goes grocery shopping - texts

Bf! Enha Flower prank - texts

Brother! Enha setting you up with Crush! Member - texts

Spy Partner! Enha confessing to you - texts

Friend!Enha accidntally texting their crush!reader thinking its someone else

Enha getting into a fight with their pregnant wife. PART 2

Ex-husband!Enha texts after divorce.

Enhypen as the Bridgerton siblings - written

Bf! Enha reaction when you ask them to run an errand but they're too lazy (or just too horny) - written

Bf! Enha reaction when you won't let them sleep because you're too horny - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

Bf! Enha reaction when you innocently ask them a sexual question - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

Bf! Enha reaction when they're pissed off with you on valentines day! - written

Bf! Enha reaction when you ask to sit on their face - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

Brat tamer! Enhypen x Brat f!reader - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

Husband! Enhypen texting you that they're horny while you're at work - texts (ENHA HARD HOURS)

Bf! Enhypen reaction to being tied up - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

Bf! Enhypen overstim + breeding kink - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

Bf! Enha the sounds and faces they make during sex - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

bf!Enha ass v tits - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

bf! Enha making out in the car - written

bf!Enha reaction to you getting flustered - written

Dad!Enha x Mom!reader SMUT - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

Enha's my eyes only folder - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠

🎥 Bf! Heeseung texts - crack, suggestive, fluff

🎥 Academic rival! Heeseung texts - extremely suggestive

🎥 under the covers. (AN E2L UNDERCOVER COPS FAKE MARRIAGE AU) - written

wc. 24.7K (Smut, Fluff, Angst, High stakes)

you’ve never liked lee heeseung. he’s cold, unreadable, and way too good at his job—so of course, the captain decides to partner you with him for an undercover op that requires you to be married. the rules are simple: go undercover. pretend to be in love. don’t actually fall for him. except now he’s pinning you against a wall, calling you ‘sweetheart’ in that low, amused drawl, and touching you like he means it. …so, yeah. this might be a problem.

🎥 grumpy bf! Heeseung x Sunshine f! Reader texts - crack suggestive, fluff

🎥 CUMMING OF AGE - bsfs brother!Heeseung when you ask him to teach you how to masturbate. - porn with plot (ENHA HARD HOURS)

“If she’s not cumming, she’s not listening to her pussy.” “And if she won’t listen…” “I’ll make her.”

🎥 heeseung x f!reader x jake - double standard - written (ENHA HARD HOURS) threesome au

🎥 Kiss Me, He's Watching - written

fake bf!Heeseung x being stalked!reader - You kissed Heeseung to escape your stalker’s gaze—but the danger didn’t end there. One fake kiss, and suddenly everything is terrifyingly real.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠

🎥 The Marriage law (a harry potter au) - written

wc: 20.5K (fluff, angst, smut)

A Marriage Law was never supposed to dictate your future, yet here you are—legally bound to Park Jongseong, a pureblood heir with an unreadable gaze and a sharp tongue. What starts as an obligation quickly becomes something messier, heavier, and far too real. Living under the same roof forces you to confront each other in ways neither of you are prepared for—stolen glances, accidental touches, words left unsaid. The law may have forced your hands, but your hearts? That’s another matter entirely. Is this just survival? Or is there something worth fighting for buried beneath the resentment, the tension, and the undeniable pull between you?

🎥 Signed, Sealed & Undone. - written PART 1 PART 2

wc: 24K (angst fluff smut)

Fake marriage proposals are a tired billionaire trope. But when Jay Park—former golden boy of Park Industries, now chaebol exile—comes back from disgrace (and back in time), he’s got one goal: rewrite the past before it destroys him. When you, an unassuming journalist with nothing to lose, get an offer of a lifetime, you’re sure it’s a mistake. A contract, a relocation to Seoul, and one fake wedding later, you’re still trying to convince yourself none of this is real. The only problem? Neither of you seem to remember where the performance ends and something devastatingly real begins.

🎥 dom bf!jay x fucked outf!reader - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

🎥 when walls fall - written (angst, fluff)

She thinks he cheated on her. he didn't.

🎥 overstimulating bf!Jay - written ENHA HARD HOURS

🎥 The Prince's Diaries - written (a Princess Diaries AU)

Jongseong is a prince—refined, disciplined, and expected to marry a woman of his father’s choosing. You, on the other hand, are just a college student struggling to keep up with rent—until a team of royal advisors shows up on your doorstep and tells you that you’re the lost princess of Genovia. But royal life isn’t a fairytale, and duty doesn’t care about love. Because when the clock strikes midnight on the constitutional deadline, you’ll have to choose: your country or your heart. “If I were just Jay, not a prince, would you still choose me?”

𝐒𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧

🎥 Hexed-Hindered ( i wanna kiss, kiss your eyes again) - written

wc : 1.1K (Fluff, crack)

A rivalry. A storm. One terrible case of forced proximity. And one very unfortunate witness to your first kiss. (A harry potter AU)

🎥 Chasing Ghosts - written

wc: 14.7K (Crime, betrayal, e2l)

You spent years chasing Specter, the most elusive criminal the force has ever encountered. But every near miss, every failed case, every lead that went cold—it was never just bad luck. It was orchestrated. Because the real traitor wasn’t the man you were hunting. It was the one standing right beside you. 

🎥 STRIKES OUT. - written

wc: 23.5K (Secret Pregnancy, found family, soccer AU)

Five years ago, Jake Sim walked away to chase his soccer dreams, never knowing he left more than just a broken heart behind. Now, he's back—unwittingly running a soccer clinic where his five-year-old daughter is signed up. The daughter he doesn’t know exists. You tell yourself he won’t notice. You tell yourself he won’t put the pieces together. Then she grins up at him, dimples flashing, and says: "We have the same last name! Maybe we're related!" And just like that, your past collides with your present.

🎥 nerdybf!jake x f!reader - a good boy and mommy kink. - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

🎥 GOLDEN BOY! - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

your mornings follow a strict routine: wake up.  Ignore your alarm. Spread your legs and ruin yourself to the thought of Jake Sim. he doesn’t know you exist.  star student, always on time. you stumble into class late, wrecked, barely holding it together. you get paired up for a project. when he figures out why you’re always late? you’re fucked.  literally.

🎥 Touché - written (Crack Fluff SMUT)

DATING YOU TO DISTRACT YOU BUT GETS DISTRACTED FIRST

🎥 bf!Jake and That Goddamn Tongue - written (FLUFF SMUT CRACK) ENHA BF PROBLEMS

🎥 heeseung x f!reader x jake - double standard - written (ENHA HARD HOURS) threesome au

🎥 Let's Get Physical! MARRIAGE LAW AU - PART 1 PART 2

Jake Sim has always been your best friend. Until the Ministry forced you into a mandatory marriage law, and suddenly, he’s not just your best friend—he’s your husband that you've secretly been in love with for years. You’re determined to keep things strictly business. You both agree: this is just a contract. Nothing more. Just physical! But when every glance lingers too long, when his touch starts to feel too good, when the lines between pretending and wanting blur into something unrecognizable— What happens when you stop fighting it?

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

🎥 Super Villain from temu (villain & violent, infant & innocent) - written

wc: 1K (Fluff, Crack)

He became a villain by accident. You became a hero by chance. Now, you're both stuck in a never-ending game of tag—except he's definitely losing (and somehow still flirting)

🎥 King of tears. (Queen of Tears AU) - written

wc: 20K (Angst, Smut, Fluff)

your marriage to park sunghoon was supposed to be a fairytale—until it wasn’t. now it’s cold stares across the dinner table, separate bedrooms in a mansion too big for the both of you and divorce papers waiting to be signed. you were ready to walk away. he let you. so why does he look at you like he’s the one who lost everything?

🎥 Bf!Sunghoon when you're needy in the early morning - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

🎥Cold Friend!Sunghoon texts when he takes you for granted - Texts (Angst, fluff)

🎥 campus crush!sunghoon x f!reader - written ENHA HARD HOURS

stats class. keep ur glasses on when u fuck me. statistical analysis with ur tongue. thats abt it. sunghoon word porn ngl

🎥 bf! sunghoon x f! reader - written tying sunghoon up and suddenly you hear the rope rip. ENHA HARD HOURS MDNI 18+

🎥 Bound & Beyond MARRIAGE LAW AU - written PART 1 Part 2

wizard diplomat grumpy!sunghoon x witch healer sunshine f!reader

🎥 Porn Star Material!Sunghoon x f!Reader - when the faces sunghoon makes during sex are like watching a porno in 4K and he doesnt even know it ENHA HARD HOURS MDNI 18+

𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨

🎥 Not Strong Enough (Songfic) - written

wc: 1K (Angst, Ex lovers)

🎥 dom! sunoo x f!reader - written ENHA HARD HOURS

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧

🎥 i don't wanna be the owner of your fantasy (i just wanna be a part of your family) - written

wc: 4.9K (Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Smut)

Jungwon’s birthday should have been a celebration, but instead, it turns into a night of painful truths and breaking points. When an argument spirals into the possibility of letting go, Jungwon refuses to accept that love isn’t enough. But can love alone fix what’s been breaking between you? Or will this night be the one that decides the fate of your marriage?

🎥 all i know is we said hello (and your eyes looking like coming home) - written

wc. 3.7K (Angst to fluff, friends to lovers)

Years of just friends start to unravel when Jungwon dates the wrong girl, and you realize you might’ve lost him for good—until one fight changes everything.

🎥 Sweet Talk - written PART 1 PART 2

wc: 25K (ANGST fluff SMUT)

You’re used to observing Yang Jungwon from a distance. Campus golden boy, dance department star, the kind of person you warn your podcast listeners about—the ones that are too charming, too smooth, too easy to love. But then he starts looking back. Smiling at you across coffee shops. Sitting next to you in lectures. Texting you late at night. Before you know it, you’re in a relationship that feels too good to be true. And that’s because it is. He was supposed to make you fall for him. And he did. The problem? He fell too. (But love doesn’t erase betrayal, does it?)

🎥 CHERRY TREES - written (angst, smut fluff YEARNINGGGG)

arranged husband!Jungwon x trophy wife!reader - confronting cold arranged husband on your first anniversary.

𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐢

🎥 bf!riki x f!reader - waking you up with head (ENHA HARD HOURS)

🎥 Vampire support group - written (fluff, crack)

🎥 don't tap out now - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

🎥 nightwing!Riki x catwoman!reader - purrrreee porn lol (ENHA HARD HOURS)

🎥 Mad bf! riki x f!reader - figure it out - written

🎥 hogwarts time travel au! traveling to the future and waking up MARRIED - written PART 1 PART 2

slytherin!riki x gryffindor!reader

📩 Requests: Open | 📢 Taglist: Ask to be added!

[cartoonrival]

most of us have a choice about how often we visit our families, but that is a luxury not granted to the families of those trapped in gaza, which has become an open-air prison under constant bombardment for more than a year. instead, separated from their loved ones and unable to hold them close, their only option is to turn to strangers online and convince them that the suffering is bad enough for people to help.

pictured are malak and amir, the young children of ahmed and iman. ahmed has been trying to raise money for his family from egypt to reunite with his family. he has been separated from them for almost a year, and can only see his children through photos.

please, please share this post to help ahmed's brother in law, mohammed, get surgery on his arm, which was injured in the war. the funds will also help the family afford to continue to live in gaza, and eventually escape the conflict and see ahmed again.

even $5, $10 will make a difference. skip buying a coffee today and send that money to a family who is trying desperately to stay together.

Palestine will be free, and until that day comes it is the obligation of those of us who are lucky enough to be outside of Gaza to give our love, support, and donations to those being terrorized by the occupation.

@mohammedatallaah

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[curryshesus]

jeon jungkook fics that own my mind, body, heart, and soul

in other words, this is a collection of my favorite jk fics on tumblr! if you enjoyed any of these fics as much as i did, pls remember to support the authors by interacting with their post. part 2 | other bts members

➺ bitchin - by @kinktae

summary: the 80s were a time of choices. which perm was right for you? what color neon would you wear next? none of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with jeon jungkook.

➺ idealizations concerning real life relations - by @venusiangguk

summary: jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return.

➺ hotter than hell - by @chateautae

summary: jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.

➺ jump then fall (into you) - by @writtenwhalien

summary: bringing Jungkook along as your date to your ex’s lavish cruise wedding seemed like a perfect idea at first — all of your family and close friends together, nothing can go wrong… then Jungkook’s ex shows up and all of a sudden you’re in a years long relationship with him. You don’t mind though, really, how hard can sharing a cabin and pretending to be deeply in love with your best friend really be?

➺ too late to dream - by @kookslastbutton

summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

➺ the forgotten spaces- by @oddinary4bts

summary: you've been dancing on the same dance crew since your teenage years, and you finally have an important role in it. It feels like life is taunting you when your rival comes back after disappearing for a year, ready to tease you every chance he gets. Will the teasing turn into more, or are you going to take him down with you?

➺ when the end comes - by @oddinary4bts

summary: Seven years after you've started dating Jungkook, long distance creates a wedge in your relationship. When the only solution seems to be breaking up, you go your separate ways even though love still lives in the two of you. Will you find a way back together, or has the end come for you and Jeon Jungkook? **sequel to the forgotten spaces

➺ falling - by @starshapedkookie

summary: soulmate (noun): a person who is bound to another through the strongest level of emotional and physical connection. one is given a name on the body upon 18 years of age and any transgressions against the laws of soul-bonding will not occur without harm.

➺ love alive - by @jamaisjoons

summary: a year after you and jungkook break up, the two of you meet at your brother’s party.

➺ changes in between - by @taegularities

summary: Becoming the roommate of Jeon Jungkook is the biggest change you’ve ever gotten thrown into - but little do you know that the addition of another man will bring even further turbulence into your (love) life.

➺ falling skies - by @fortunexkookie

summary: Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her brother, Jungkook, was something else entirely. You used to be friends, but then he had gone from endearingly frustrating dumb boy to card-carrying fuckboy so fast it had given you whiplash.

Despite the teasing and fighting, Jiyeon realized how Jungkook felt about you long before he did - it was a twin thing - and if you were her sun, and he was her moon, then she just wished she could show you how he reflected your light.

➺ sugarplum elegy - by @bymoonchild

summary: You know no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. All’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while. Or, Jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.

➺ an abundance of mondays - by @diortae

summary: "why the fuck would it be easy? you’re disgustingly in love with your best friend. of course it’s complicated.” he pauses to roll his eyes, as if he hasn’t just laid out the most secret parts of you here in the middle of the campus dining hall.

➺ five dates - by @kpopfanfictrash

summary: “Ten dates,” he nods, smile tugging at his lips. “Ten dates, to decide if you want this – want me – or want me to go. Ten dates to get to know me. Ten dates,” he says, oddly soft, “to fall in love with me.” Which then becomes five.

➺ here comes the bride, all dressed in pride - by @hansolmates

summary: You and your cousin Doyeon have had beef with each other since the sandbox. When she plucks the last straw, you decide to end your long-simmering fight by claiming that you and her ex—Jeon Jungkook, are now boyfriend and girlfriend

➺ if i told you - by @gukyi

summary: in order to pay for university, jeon jungkook decides to market his most valuable asset to the wealthy socialites of campus: himself. donning a suit and tie, tousled hair, and glasses (to look smarter), he becomes every rich daughter’s dream: the perfect boyfriend to bring to balls, dinners, and business gatherings. all while you watch from the sidelines, only able to dream of having that much money to buy yourself what you really want: him.

[hamilando]

ੈ✩ daddy playlist (smau) ੈ✩

pairing : f1 gird x leclerc! reader ( platonic )

summary: the leclerc sister causing havoc in the f1 driver’s life

tw : fluff; chaos, VERY SUGGESTIVE

fc : emma chamberlain

a/n : this was requested anonymously by an anon! I hope you like it and thank you so much for supporting me ! lysm 🫶🏻 the reader is gay, so don’t like it, don’t read it 🫶🏻 also, there are a lot of suggestive jokes, so please don’t read if you are uncomfortable

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babyn daddy's home chauffeuring these Lil girls

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lordperceval wtf are you driving a Mercedes !?

lordperceval haven't I bought like 10 ferrari's for you ?

lordperceval even Lewis is leaving Mercedes

babyn calm down, brother dearest, it's georgey's

georgey shame on all of you for catfishing in my car

albono I AS WELL also own a Mercedes 🙏

albono norris, you better be careful in track, the fuck are you sending my ugliest pictures on the net

norizz oh come on, if you are ugly, you are going to be ugly

max1 and not like you don't crash every now and then

colawithice it's the Williams' fault

chillijr that's why I am replacing you

colawithice and that's why I am replacing checko ✅

babyn YOU ARE GOING TO REDBULL!?

babyn OH MY GOD

babyn REDBULL WILL HAVE MILFS

babyn BOTH OF THE DRIVERS ARE DATING MILFS

norizz or they just have mummy issues

max1 and you have height issues

colawithice height does not matter, it's the girth

hamsandwich it's the looks 💪🏻

georgey why do you follow yn?

babyn WHY WONT HE!?

kikagnome the whole grid follows her

babyn except the drivers without talent and daddy issues

peirreneedsgas then why is Lando following you ?

norriz mate, last time I checked, I WAS THE ONE COMPETING FOR THE CHAMPIONSHIP

babyn and it was all too much for little Lando Norris

pastry we still are winning then constructors💪🏻

chillijr Ferrari will cover up

babyn only if they pass the radio in spanish from now on

georgey 😶

albono 😶

pastry 😶

lilyhye 😶

babyn LILY WHY WERE YOU OFFLINE

carmenvroom 😶

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babyn the only man I would ever spread my legs for -

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lordperceval you are not getting out of my sight anymore

lordperceval dare you leave the Ferrari garage

babyn I will go the McLaren garage

pastry oh fuck no, BIANCA IS NOT THERE FOR EVERY RACE

babyn 😔

max1 I will join you

babyn turning people gay since 01 💪🏻

babyn but before, give me Kelly

max1 you can very much take toto, thank you

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babyn stop flaunting your relationship with pierre

pierreneedsgas SHE DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING !

babyn your existence is enough

kikagnome why do I have you as my best friend again ?

babyn idk, sounds like a you problem

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babyn SHE FUCKING LOOKED AT ME !?

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norizz was it necessary to use me ?

babyn well yes, you are confused everytime

max1 thank God you will stay off Kelly now

babyn NEVER FROM MY FAV MILF

ollibear Bianca gave me her number

babyn TO YOU !?

olliebear what's so surprising ?

babyn YOU ARE WHITE AND YOUNG AND WELL A KID

olliebear YOU ARE WHITE TOO !?

babyn I AM MONEGASQUE

kingarthur sorry ollie, she failed her middle school

norizz she just looked

babyn itz the start of our marriage book, I have already made like 10 playlists

colawithice tell me you're gay without telling me you are gay

babyn you are LaTiNa

colawithice I WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU

lordperceval every week, you tell me some other girl is going to my sister in law

babyn I WANT TO BECOME A WAG

kikagnomes ITS FRIENDSHIP GOALS CHARLES

pierreneedsgas wait what

babyn calm down french fry, you both only met because of me

hamsandwich please don't, we don't need another person on the grid with an age gap

chillijr I think being in the f1 world has a mandatory check of having an age gap relationship

albono ME AND LILY are very happy 😊

georgey so are we Carlos

rebecamour Carlos, I AM ONLY ELDER TO YOU BY ONE YEAR

chillijr I didn't mean it about us !!

rebecamour Aren't you an f1 driver !?

babyn he is not, he is unemployed

chillijr I am!! But we love each other and Y/N, STOP

babyn no one tells me to stop, I LOVE BEING IN COMMAND

chillijr Charles, control your sister

lordperceval Arthur, please do

kingarthur only maman can

hamsandwich well you could show this account to her ?

babyn ALL GOOD

babyn NO NEED

babyn I AM GAY AND HAPPY

babyn NOT SHARING ANYMORE

lordperceval I love maman

kingarthur so do I 😊

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babyn Kika, the first girl who I fell in love with, the girl who taught me how to wear heels, the girl who taught me how to make my boobs look big ( you kind of catfished pierre..?) and girl who has been with me since we were thirteen. happy 21 my love 😗😗

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kikagnomes finally I get some appreciation 🫶🏻😊

pierreneedsgas the only post I ever liked on this account

babyn says the man who got catfished

kikagnomes I AM NOT THAT FLAT

babyn OH PLEASE

kikagnomes WELL I HAVE A BOYFRIEND

babyn who will gladly lick the plate

kikagnomes PLATE !?

norizz this is the first time I have seen boobs being compared to plates

pierreneedsgas shut up norris

kikagnomes shut up lando !!

babyn love let's just continue on the gc ?

kikagnomes yes, I need to debrief as well !

pierreneedsgas debrief what ?

babyn how you only last like 3 rounds !?

pierreneedsgas HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW !? FRANSISCA !?

lordperceval 3 rounds is impressive !!

babyn not for an athlete

kingarthur sister, what more do you expect from a human ?

babyn like minimum 5 rounds ?

max1 Y/N, this is not a formula 1 race where you go for rounds with pitstops

babyn y'all are just old

hamsandwich it's not about being old !!!

babyn forgot there were 40 year olds who can't even do one round

colawithice you women don't know how hard is it to keep the hip movements going

georgey EXACLTY, WE HAVE MORE FLEXIBLE HIPS THAN SHAKIRA

carmenvroom ....

lordoerceval the silence says a lot more my mate

babyn Colapinto beans, I am more dominant in bed than you are begging to be rode

lordperceval EVERYONE TAKE THIS ON YOUR CHATS, Y/N, SISTER I HAVE NO INTEREST IN YOUR SEX LIFE

babyn also Charles, work on your stamina mate, can't even go 2 rounds without panting

lordoerceval !? ALEXANDRA !?

alexmieux ... yn, love meet me NOW

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babyn when mom asks what me and that girl are going to do on a sleepover

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norriz at this point, you should sign up this account for onlyfans

lordperceval Lando, stop giving my BABY SISTER such ideas

babyn what makes you think I am not already there

kingarthur excuse me !?

babyn don't worry, I just sell your feet pics 😺😊

lordperceval the best investment from my money would be getting you a psychiatrist

colawithice give me some tongue tips

babyn milf not getting satisfied ?

colawithice you wish

chillijr telling your mom for future sleepovers

babyn telling reb about your Italy escapade

rebecamour Italy what !?

babyn nothing 🤭

rebecamour Carlos !?!?

chillijr nothing my love, she is just joking

chilijr STOP TRYING TO MAKE ME FIGHT WITH HER !

babyn sorry, I just thought you liked mariella

rebecamour MARIELLA !?

norizz just informing that Carlos won't be online for some time because I saw him run after her in the paddock

pastry why are you so mean yn ?

lilyhye Mena in What?

lilyhye exposing an affair !?

alexmieux as she should !?

babyn loves, there was no affair

kikagnomes you nasty -

lilyhye those are some damn long fingers ...

babyn someone just expressed their desire @ albono

albono thank you very much and I can work on it without your interference

lordperceval why in the world have you put me there !?

babyn Alex is lucky you know ?

lordperceval what did mom even eat before giving birth to you !?

babyn dad

kingarthur Y/N !!!

[a-hermit-pining]

LADS Men in a Matriarchal Society

AN: this hits 🤌🏻

Pairing: LADS Men x Fem Reader

Genre: Fluff

Xavier:

What if the roles were reversed? You, the ruler. And him, the knight.

It was his sworn duty to protect you. To kneel before your throne, sword in hand, and bleed for your crown.

And when you died, for the world, for the kingdom, it was his task to hold the throne in your absence. To guard it from grasping hands and hungry hearts. To ensure that your sisters, or the sisters-in-law married to your brothers, did not seize the crown during the fragile limbo of your death.

He became your regent.

A man, entrusted with the power that was made only for women.

It was unnatural. Heresy, they whispered. The crown of queens, held in the hands of a man.

But he stood at the foot of your empty throne, unwavering. His hand resting on the hilt of his sword. His gaze fixed forward.

Then you came back. Dragged from the void, scarred, breathless, unyielding. Remade once again.

Followed by your subjects celebrating your return, you walked into that hall, crown glinting beneath the torchlight, his knees hit the marble floor. His head bowed.

"My queen."

You met his eyes, steady and familiar. He had ruled in your place. And for the first time, you realized the terrifying truth:

The knight had become a king.

Rafayel:

"Darling daughter, meet Rafayel, our esteemed guest from Lemuria," your father beamed, introducing you to yet another match. Why could he not leave you be?

You smile politely. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Rafayel." You take his hand and press a light kiss upon it.

The man’s lips curl into a knowing smile as he pulls his hand away. "Ah… I see you don’t remember me."

Your father’s brow lifts. "You’ve met before?" An unholy light of assumptions flickers in his eyes.

"We have."

"We have not."

You and Rafayel speak at the same time.

Rafayel turns to your father, sipping his drink with practiced ease. "I happened to meet your daughter in the Sun Theatre, sir."

Your face warms in sudden recognition. Oh no.

But Rafayel.

"You see, I am a devotee of art. But your daughter, sir," He smiles, eyes glinting with mischief. "Your daughter is quite taken by it too. Especially the sopranos."

So that’s where he saw you.

In the sopranos' room. God dammit.

Of all the places, of all the people, this was how you first met your husband.

Zayne:

Your betrothal had been arranged at birth, with none other than your grandmother's dearest friend's son.

You grew up with him, playing in his father's gardens, stealing figs from the orchard, and chasing fireflies.

Now, years later, you step down from the carriage and turn to offer him your hand.

"Will this be alright?" Zayne asks, his eyes lighting up as he peeks eagerly into the apothecary.

You chuckle, opening the door for him. "Why wouldn’t it be? Who would dare object?"

"Your grandmother," he mutters, lifting a small glass vial to his nose and inhaling deeply. "She’d rather I follow your father’s footsteps and get involved in the household."

You lean against the shelf, watching him lost in his world. His brow furrows slightly as he tests the scent of lavender and sage.

"I think healing is your calling," you say softly. "How could I deny you that?"

He hands you a vial of peppermint extract. You lift it to your nose, the crisp scent tingling your senses.

"Besides," you add, "our household has my grandfather, my father, brothers, cousins, and brothers-in-law to manage things. I'm sure you can be spared from such duties."

Zayne hums thoughtfully, placing the peppermint in the basket for your nighttime tea. "They say you're under my spell. That I've bewitched you."

"And?" you tease, raising an eyebrow.

He leans closer, his voice dropping low. "I’m starting to think it might be true."

Sylus:

"Your husband is a dragon." Your sister glared at you like you’d personally spat in her tea.

Across the room, your mother, barely held back by your father—hurled a vase at you. You sidestepped just in time as it shattered against the wall.

"A good-for-nothing, mooching dragon at that!"

"Mother!" you snapped, crouching to gather the shards. "Sylus is perfectly capable of carrying our family name. And he has his own wealth, he just likes using mine." You shrugged, unbothered.

Your said husband was currently lounging in peace at your manor, wisely out of sight until tempers cooled from the whole eloping with a dragon situation. Not that Sylus wouldn't have enjoyed this? He would have loved getting on your siblings' nerves.

"He’s a wild man," your brother scoffed, sipping his tea like he sat on a throne of moral superiority. "You can’t just bring him into the family."

You arched a brow. "I could say the same about your wife. Whose mother, if I recall, is a tyrant."

Your brother choked on his tea. "Do not compare my wife to that beast!"

"Don't you dare call my husband a beast!" you snarled, eyes flashing.

"He is not welcome here. Not him, not his party of goons," your sister replied coolly, delivering the verdict like she had any right to it.

You smiled, sharp as glass. "Trust me, sister, your hospitality made sure of that. But it’s fine. He doesn’t need to be welcome here." You rose, brushing imaginary dust from your sleeves.

"I don’t need a damned family name to keep my husband happy."

Caleb:

"You have to look after him," your grandmother's thin hand trembled as it curled around yours. Her breath was shallow, strained beneath the weight of the sickness that bound her.

"Promise me." Her voice was barely a whisper, cracking under the effort. "Promise me you'll protect Caleb when I'm gone."

You pressed a kiss to her fragile, shaking hand. "No harm shall come to him. I will treasure him. I swear to protect him."

He had left not long ago.

Off to the aerospace academy, chasing his passion. One day, he would be the first man to lead the fleet, changing the history forever.

But he was sweet. Too kind and trusting for the world he was stepping into.

You worried the academy would change him. Make him feel insignificant, unfitting. Break his heart.

Surrounded by second-generation women, daughters raised with power and sharpened tongues, he was bound to face conflict. He was stepping into a space carved for them, and that made him vulnerable.

It troubled you. It troubled your grandmother more. Ever since his departure, she'd barely touched her meals. Her eyes followed shadows, haunted by the worry she could no longer hold in her hands.

"Please." Her fingers curled tighter around yours. "Look after him."

"I will."

You meant it. With the marrow of your bones, you meant it.

Even if it meant, giving up on your dream to follow him as a shadow.

[pavo--ocellus]

you ever think about how kaeya is everything crepus wanted diluc to be.

this makes me soooo sick bc imagine being diluc. your entire childhood you strived to make your father proud and rise to his expectations and you DO, you get a vision at 10, become a cavalry captain at 14 (we should talk about that actually, what in the child soldier—) and everything is great. but then your dad dies and your entire world falls apart in just one day and you leave everything you know behind on a pointless quest for revenge. you come back years later and everything is the same but so, so different.

and then there's your little brother. undoubtedly capable, but never truly showing what he can do. he's cunning and strategic and always five steps ahead of everyone else, but timid, usually letting you or jean do the talking. he prefers sticking to the shadows (your shadow, specifically—), working behind the scenes. that's how you remember him.

but you come back and there he is. a stranger wearing your best friends face (not your best friend, not anymore, not after—). he's still the same, capable and cunning and smart and strategic, still working behind the scenes, but he's so, so different. gone are the gentle, shy smiles, the timid personality, the preference for sticking to somebody's shadow (there's no shadow to hide in, anymore—).

instead, he's outgoing and confident and there's a near-constant cocky smirk on his face and you don't know who you're looking at. to the people, he's the beloved cavalry captain. the acting grand masters right-hand man, a talented swordsman and vision-wielder. the "top candidate for grandson-in-law" if the word on the street is to be believed. he's reliable and witty and kind, always offering aid when he can. he doesn't look down on anyone, friendly even towards the most unusual visitors.

the model knight, one could say.

he walks into your tavern one night, orders his usual (a death after noon, your father's favourite, of all things, is he joking) and you watch as he chats up the most random people there. all charming smiles and suave words and you have to blink a few times as he absentmindedly twirls his wine glass. your mind is playing tricks on you, you know it, they have zero similarities in physical appearance, but for a second you could swear—

he looks just like your father.

(there's this little girl that follows him around sometimes. well. really, he's following her around, with the way she always runs ahead. she's energetic and chatty and you can't help but notice the pyro vision shining from her backpack (mocking you—) as kaeya looks at her with pure, unfathomable fondness, like she's the only thing that matters in the world.

the first time you hear her calling for his attention, you pause, for just a second. you've seen them around enough to be familiar with the duo, but that. that's a first. an excited voice sounds from somewhere over your shoulder, "big brother kaeya! look, look!" and you take a moment before glancing over. the little girl is crouching on the sidewalk, pointing at something on the ground and staring up at keaya with big, curious eyes. kaeya's there, leaning over her with a gentle smile and a soft, soft look in his eyes—. you turn away.

you can't quite catch kaeya's response, with him having a lot more control over his volume than an enthusiastic child, but his quiet chuckle and following, affectionate tone still register in your mind.

"looks like he's a model older brother, too.")

[brookiesblurbs]

ANGEL — SAM WINCHESTER.

SUMMARY — sam starts to grow fond of an angel. they have grown more comfortable around each other, and tensions run high when dean leaves for a bar.

WARNINGS — no plot all porn... 18+, softdom!sam, unprotected sex, p in v, oral, f!receiving, unexperienced!reader, angel!reader, LOTS of praise, biting, creampie, mentions of religion, sam's a sweetheart. he's also a freak.

WC — 4.3k. i got carried away.

A/N — i feel like i'm going to hell just from the warnings alone. i erm. i don't even know. shout out the two people who asked to get tagged in this 🙏 first ever smut fic, if you hate i'll probably delete my account. i am not editing 4.3k words btw. i'm lazy.

angels weren't supposed to enjoy the feeling of a human. that much was well known.

and when you came from heaven to assist castiel in whatever the hell it was that he was doing, that was repeated to you over and over again. these 'humans', they weren't important. your only job was to make sure sam winchester didn't get hurt. that was all this was supposed to be. a casual round of protecting the winchesters.

you didn't understand human norms, and at first, sam didn't like you. you didn't take personally, of course, because, well, sam hated any angel at first. castiel quickly explained to you about the brother's and how you'd be spending more time with them while he awaited directions. honestly, you couldn't care less about either of the brothers, too. they were hunters, and you were an angel. you weren't supposed to mix anyway.

sam winchester was more interesting than his older and shorter brother, though. sam was thoughtful and a lot more curious about you than he let on at first. as you spent more time 'watching' over him, you realized he enjoyed asking you questions about heaven, and the angels, and about castiel. and you tried to answer them to the best of your ability.

sam was more open to learning about you than dean, and he was more considerate when it came to teaching you knew things. slowly, he started defending you against dean's antics, and he learned about how curious you were, too.

he spent many late nights awake with you, struggling with his insomnia. you made it much more enjoyable. on the off chance that he did get some sleep, he'd wake up to you in the bunker, lounging and reading one of his books. as soon as you saw him awake, you'd pounce on him, eager to talk all about it.

sam found you endearing in the same way you found him intriguing. you both taught each other different things. he taught you about different emotions and how to communicate them to him. he showed you his favorite movies. he told you about his time in standford and about how he was studying law. you taught him about the bible, about praying and how you'd always come if he prayed for you. you taught him about heaven and hell, and angels and everything in between.

eventually, you two become friends, as much as younger sam would have hated to admit that. he showed you what friendship was and what it was like to worry about someone more than yourself. he explained to you what love was and about heartbreak. sam watched as you turned from this unemotional, blunt angel into a person, crafted by the things you loved.

you two kissed about six months after hunting with him. you were unexerienced, and painfully so, and your first kiss was nothing but giggles and awkward stares. the second, third, and fourth ones weren't any better. sam was ridiculously dotting and patient, and even though you were an angel and didn't understand what a relationship was, you still tried for him, and he loved you for it.

after a week of sneaky kisses and rushing into each other's rooms once dean fell asleep, you seemed to have gotten the hang of it. you and sam hadn't done anything remotely sexual other than a few hands-under-the-bra's and one /bad/ attempt at a handjob. sam was enthralled in watching you become more confident and learning how to touch him the way that he liked and how to kiss him properly. so he didn't mind taking things slow.

you two agreed to not have sex yet, partially because to you, it was a sin, and partially because you didn't know what you were doing. sam had no issue waiting. that was, until tonight.

you don't even remember how this happened, honestly — the lingering touches became more frequent, more needy, and at some point, sam had slipped you out of your shirt and bra. you'd barely even made it to his room /thank god for dean being out at a bar tonight/, before he was kissing you, his lips hiding something more intense tonight.

you wouldn't have protested anyways, but as soon as your shirt was gone, sam was all over you.

"i know it feels dirty, honey. but it's not. i wouldn't lie to you." sam hums against your throat, kissing the soft skin. when he talks like that, all low and soothing, you might just believe anything he says. he pulls back to look at your concerned expression, and his smile softens.

his movement stills, and you frown, almost wishing sam would convince you to do more. that feeling in your stomach, the one that felt close to nausea, started to feel nice. and you craved more of it. you craved more of sam.

although his desire outweighed his guilt for ruining the purity of an angel like this, sam still sat up for a moment, his hazel eyes practically begging you. he was nothing, if not a gentleman. "do you want this?" sam asks, hushed and spoken like a prayer, and you think you might get sent to hell just from how he's looking at you.

sam's hair is a ruffled mess, and his long sleeve black shirt was rolled up to his elbows. his carhartt jacket had long been discarded by you, tossed somewhere into the dark abyss that was the dingy, horribly lit motel room. he looks beautiful.

"i do, sammy, but—" you breathe out shakily. before you can finish answering, his hands are on your hips, tugging you closer to him. you're both standing up, his large hands moving up your skirt to trail up your sides. sam can feel your back arch against his hands slightly, and it's taking everything in him to not lose his resolve.

san, who previously said he was okay with waiting, felt like a selfish man tonight. he could honestly care less about your innocence right now. what he did care about was you, though. sam knew that if you wanted him to continue, he wouldn't be able to stop.

"but what?" sam mumbled, his fingertips digging against your hips. his erection was pressed dangerously against your thigh. he shifted you until you were pressed against him — he knew what he was doing and the effect it was having on you. you didn't answer and could only grumble a complaint out.

"just needa taste you, honey. we don't have to go all the way if you don't want to." sam's words are a contradiction to how he was staring at you. "although, i have thought about doing more." he hums, and he has a slight shit eating grin on his face. it's sort of surprising that this is your sweet sammy.

you're conflicted— this is wrong. sinful. but there was a bubbling heat in your stomach, and you wanted nothing more than to make sam feel good. maybe a part of being human was indulging in your sins. you pout at him slightly, and sam has to stop himself from moving his hips up against you. he doesn't just want this, he needs this. he needs to corrupt you, to ruin your innocence until all you can think about is him.

"fine. be gentle, though, sam. i mean it." you relent, although you didn't need much convincing. honestly, if he tried to pull off of you, you'd be the one begging him to touch you and not the other way around.

"oh, fuck—" sam groans, and he almost instantly falls to his knees. his hands are tugging off your jeans faster than you can process. "you don't know how long i've wanted this." his tone makes you feel dirty, and you can't help when your brows crumple into a slight glare. you didn't know what he was doing, but you wanted him to hurry it up.

you help him kick your jeans off around your ankles and step out of them. you're left in your cotton panties, and for some reason, it turns sam on more to know you weren't planning for this. honestly, neither was he.

"leave these on." two fingers slip underneath the elastic by your thigh, tugging them and letting them go, the fabric snapping against your skin. the action makes you suck in a breath. sam's lips make their way to your upper thighs, sucking and kissing at the sensitive skin. it's not enough, and he knows that. he's driving you crazy on purpose to see you squirm for him.

"sam—" you chastise, like a scold, your hand running through his hair and tugging on it gently, trying to bring your hips closer to him. sam fucking moans. he moans at getting his hair pulled, and it makes your brows crease in bewilderment. /you would definitely be keeping that in mind./

sam looks up at you with those same puppydog eyes, and you swear you're going to burst into literal flames and have your wings removed instantly. "needa taste my girl's pussy. y'gonna let me?" sam says softly, his voice muffled by your thigh, gently biting on a spot. when you whimper, he pulls back to kiss at the forming bruise, his hands massaging at the fat of your ass.

truth be told, you'd probably let him fold into a pretzel at this point, but you didn't want to stroke his massive ego.

the noise you make is answer enough, and sam deftly pulls your panties to the side. his hand brings yours to hold them. he needs *both* hands for devouring you. sam's two middle fingers move to collect your slick from your folds, and you shiver. his brows raise, and he smiles again. "you're soaked, baby. you really want me that bad?" he asks, and you're nodding quickly.

sam can't hold back when you look this pretty above him. you can feel his breath against you. even just looking at you bare in front of him is enough to make him want to cum in his fucking jeans.

he flattens his tongue against you, and your hips stutter against his mouth. you've never felt anything like this before. you can feel sam's grin against your cunt, his hands cupping into your ass and pulling your hips further into his mouth.

seeing such a large man, especially one like sam, at his knees, lapping at your pussy like a fucking starved man— it makes your head fuzzy.

without warning, his middle finger slips into you. your hands move to his hair to steady yourself, massaging at the brown strands, pushing some from off his sticky forehead. the concentration on his face is almost cute, but it soon becomes too hard to keep your eyes open.

another finger slips past your folds, and you're mouthing his name like a prayer. his fingers are rocking into you at a slow speed, but his mouth— it was fucking dirty, the way he'd suck on your clit, only pulling away to breathe. everytime he pulled away, a string of saliva followed, connected between you two. his chin was slick with your arousal, his chest panting with heavy breaths. and then he was right back to devouring you.

maybe sam winchester was the devil.

your hands tug on his hair slightly, and sam groans against you. the heat in your stomach was building and sam was near drunk on your pussy. when he looked up at you with those hazel eyes, you moaned, your thighs tremoring.

"sam— sam, it feels too good... please—" you breathed out, panting too now, and sam didn't relent, no matter how hard you were tugging at his hair. his hand was holding your hip hard not daring to let you squirm away from him. indents of his fingertips would ruin your pretty skin by the morning. you had to shy away from his intense gaze.

sam pulled away, still fucking his fingers into you. "eyes on me, baby." he mumbled, before sinking flush against your clit again. you listened, although your face was an embarrassing hue of pink. sam was just as loud and needy, if not worse than you. everytime your thighs clenched around him, or you tugged on his hair, profanities and groans slipped from his lips. he needed you.

sam kept his tongue latched onto you, his eyes showing that he was as desperate as you were to make you cum. the noises he was making were filth, soft grunts and groans, all muffled by your puffy pussy. when your eyes flickered down, you noticed that one of his hands were palming himself through his jeans.

with every shake and spasm, it was like sam knew you were close. he was using his hands to rock your hips more onto his tongue, your weight practically suffocating him. sam would gladly die a happy man in between your folds, if it meant getting to look up at your beautiful face contorting in pleasure. his chest swells at the fact that he is the one who gets to touch you like this.

that feeling returned as quickly as it left, and soon you were cumming on his face, your legs shaking as he kept his fingers curled into your folds. that was probably the best thing you'd felt since coming to earth. sam pressed a kiss to your overstimulated clit, before kissing up your stomach, your breasts, collarbone, and finally standing to his full height over you.

"how was that?" sam asks, licking the wetness off his fingers. as much as he wanted to ruin you, he also wanted to make sure you were comfortable.

heavy pants still wracked both of your bodies, your thighs aching and barely able to hold your own weight. he had the audacity to ask that after making you feel things you hadn't felt in your centuries alive? in between deep breaths, you shot him a slight glare.

"what do you think?" you tutted, puffing his lips out in that gorgeous pout that made sam was to kiss you stupid, holding onto his biceps so you didn't lose balance.

sam grins in response, his hands moving to your bare hips, pressing you into him. his cock was fucking painfully hard and he had to refrain from rutting against you. "i need to fuck you, honey." fuck sam and his beautiful eyes, pleading at you. his hand leads your to palm him from over his jeans, and he moans softly, so prettily.

you were conflicted. you knew his cock would feel so much better than his fingers, but this was wrong. "sammy—" you say in the same chastising voice that drives him insane.

"please, let me fuck you. need to feel you around my dick. fuck, doesn't even have to be all the way." sam pleads, and you have a hard time saying no to that. he was practically begging you. you sigh at how weak you were for this man. "please fuck me, sam."

sam eyes widen slightly, and he can't help his grin as he pushes you back against the bed. his eyes stay on you as he pulls his shirt off, discarding it across the motel floor along with all of yours. you can't help but stare at him. all tanned, scarred, and bruised, despite being young. it was so different compared to your imperfect skin, free of any blemishes or let alone scars.

sam's tantalizingly slow as he takes off his belt, followed by his jeans. he's fucking huge. that much you can tell by his bulge alone. your eyes widen slightly when he strips his boxers off.

he wanted to take his time with you, to treat you like the goddamn angel you were, to wrack every noise he can from your lips. but, sam was impatient as hell. and he was really, really hard.

"you're beautiful." sam coos, caging you in between his much larger frame. there is a shine in his gaze, so soft and loving, that it almost makes you feel queasy. he's not doing this because he's bored or because he wants to get off. sam's doing this because you're his world.

"you're alright." you respond, not able to hold back the giggle that escaped your lips afterward, especially when you felt sam's annoyed sigh against the crook of your neck. you can feel his irritated grin. sam fell in love with that devilish laugh of yours, and he found it endearing that even during this, he could make you sound like that.

it was such a sharp contrast from how emotionless and... awkward— you first were when you met the winchester brothers. sam has loved watching you adapt this sassy personality, loved eyeing you while you admire new things, hearing the way your voice heightened whenever you laughed, the way you took over parts of his and dean's own quirks and personalities.

"just alright? you wound me, angel."

this time, you rolled your eyes. you turn your head to the side to press your lips against the mole below his right eye. "you're beautiful too, sammy. you already know that." you huff out, your tone unmistakably soft. sam scoffed, nipping at her neck slightly. it was nice to hear that from you, regardless of what he thought about himself.

unfortunately for you, the compliment rushes to sam's head. he sits up slightly, his cock pressed against your lower stomach, a hand brushing over your cheek, moving your fanned hair out of your face. "are you sure you're okay with this? we can stop— i'll put on a movie, and we can forget—"

you interrupt sam's worries by pressing a kiss to his palm. "yes sam, i'm sure. please." and that small act of intimacy followed by your voice pleading for him was enough reassurance for sam. no need to tell him twice.

sam pumps himself a few times, his eyes not once leaving yours. "scoot your hips up for me, honey." you oblige, and you can feel his cock pressed against your clothed entrance. the sight leaves nothing for the imagination and sam sighs as his fingers pulls your panties down to your ankles.

sam looks like he's in fucking heaven, his lips parted and staring at you bare in front of him. his thumb habitually moves to your clit, rubbing soft circles against it just to watch you squirm under him.

"sam, quit being a damn tease." you frown and wiggle your hips into his more. his gaze is making you shy, something you didn't know was even possible as an angel.

"innocent angel, my ass." sam mumbles under his breath, but he obliges, lining up his cock to you. he collects your slick with his tip, dragging the wetness over your already overstimulated clit. sam rubs it against your folds a few times, before pressing only about halfway in. the moan that leaves your lips is heavenly, so much so that sam's head has to fall to your shoulder and bites it softly so he doesn't cum too fast like a damn high schooler.

"you're so fucking tight, shit—" sam groans and it's so dirty coming from him. he's usually so sweet to you, so hearing this is different. and arousing. but different. you'd expect this talk out of dean, not sam.

sam really wished he would've slept around a little more in college now because it was taking far too much concentration to not finish already.

"need to fuck you, baby. please." sam all but whimpers out. all of your beliefs, your nightly prayers, all of it was gone the second you felt him inside of you. you can only nod in response, your hands tugging at his waist to come closer to you.

sam stills, looking at you for a moment like he can't believe you want this. and slowly, he pushes in all the way, and you both share a pornographic moan.

sam is quiet as he lets you adjust to his size. he wasn't one to toot his own horn, but he was pretty big. and even though your vessel wasn't a virgin, mentally, you still were. sam had a mantra of things going through his head — the main ones being: please don't cum, please don't cum, please don't cum. don't say i love you. don't move too fast yet. let her adjust.

sam leans down to kiss your forehead. "good?" he hums.

you nod again. "hurts a little." and sam is nothing but patient, kissing each of your temples before brushing your hair away.

"i promise you're doing so good. it's gonna hurt for a moment. it'll feel better soon. just relax." sam murmured against your shoulder, his lips sighing down towards your collarbone. "gonna move now, sweet girl." calloused palms are pressing your thighs to your chest. he leans down enough so you can hold on to his shoulders if you need.

with one hand still on the back of your leg, and the other one cupping one of your breasts, he pulls out almost all the way before rocking in slowly. your eyes screwing shut from pleasure is enough to test the waters with a more heavy thrust. "that's it, baby. look at you—" sam groans, his fingertips digging into your skin. his eyes were glued to where his cock was entering you rhythmically, and god, he could get addicted to that sight. sam could fucking see where the tip of his cock was pressing into your belly. his palm moved over it, adding slight pressure to your lower pelvis. the feeling made him groan out your name softly. he was just as loud as you were. "so beautiful."

part of you wanted sam to shut up so you could focus on the feeling of your walls fluttering around his cock, but the other half of you enjoyed the flithy words leaving his flushed lips.

"oh, fuck. sammy, 's too much—" you whimpered out, your hand squeezing his biceps. your legs wrapped around his waist to bring him closer, the balls of your heels digging against his ass. sam think he likes that you're not very vocal. it makes every beg, every moan that much more special to him. he was the only one who got to see his angel falling apart like this.

everything about sam is fucking massive, from his height, to his sheer size difference over you. it shouldn't have been shocking that his dick was huge too, but you felt it now. you felt every single inch, stretching you out, your arousal slipping down his shaft. sam's thrusts grew more feverish, his shaggy brown bangs falling into his face as his head fell forward slightly. "i know you can handle it baby." he grunted in response to your plea, hazel eyes fucked out with lust.

that feeling in your lower belly returned, and now, at least, you know what it meant. it was overwhelming, but not enough for you. your hand reached for sam's hand, guiding it to you clit. sam thought that was the hottest thing he'd ever fucking seen, and shuddered slightly. "you wanna cum around my cock? is that it, sweetheart?" sam asks, a small, contemplating smile on his lips.

you're writhing under his cock, your back arching off the bed, his thumb rubbing soft circles around your nub. you tap his bicep in warning of your approaching orgasm, but he doesn't stop. he doesn't slow down either. in fact, he ruts his hips faster. the feeling of you clenching around his dick is enough to send him over the edge, too. he's biting down hard on his cheek to stop himself from cumming before you. he wants, needs to see you cum first, before he can.

your face contorts into pleasure, and you cum hard, sam still fucking you through your orgasm. he groans and his eyes close when he watches you making a mess all over him. "thaaat's it. that's my girl." he encourages, the feeling of your walls clenching around him tipping him over the edge. "fuck. gonna fill you up." he grunts against your shoulder, his hips stuttering slightly and you moan as you feel his cock twitch inside you, before you feel cum spurt into your cunt.

sam pulls out a moment after, his eyes blown out when he watches his spend leak from your pulsating hole. he uses two fingers to spread it around over your folds. once he's satisfied with his handiwork, he slumps down into the bed next to you.

you're still a panting, sighing mess. you feel your legs twitch occasionally, and you're finally coming to your senses. you were just fucked stupid by your best friend. a human.

"jesus, sam. is this really what humans are doing?" you ask, out of genuine curiosity, and sam pinches your side with a slight laugh. he looks spent, almost as bad as you. his head falls to your shoulder, pressing his lips to the soft skin present.

"the lucky ones, yeah." sam huffs in amusement. "you're okay, right? i didn't hurt you, or pressure you or anything?" his voice is a little persistent, worried, already overthinking like he wasn't just inside of you.

"'course not. that was amazing. i think i'd go to hell if it meant having sex everyday— i see why castiel was encouraging me into trying this." you tilt your head to the side, and sam raises an eyebrow. he didn't even dare ask what odd things castiel told you about. nor did he want to know. he couldn't see castiel doing anyone without scaring them away with his bluntness first.

sam chooses to ignore that, leaning over to pepper kisses onto your cheeks, nose, and forehead. anywhere you'll let him at this point. "you did amazing. absolutely drained me. y'sure you haven't done that before?" he teases, and you roll your eyes at him. your eyes watched him with concern when sam stood.

"alright, crazy girl. let's get you cleaned up."

[sagelasters]

barbados is a mindset

“Yes. You are now in Barbados. And so… you see Barbados, and you see America from Barbados, and you can smell the tropical land of Barbados, see only the little homes of Barbados, and that’s all you do. You just simply sleep this night in Barbados.” - Abdullah tells Neville.

Before Neville Goddard knew of the law and practiced it, his country was plunged in a state of instability. Poverty runs rampant as the global stock market crashes, sparking panic and leaving many penniless. Neville explained the vivid details of homeless people scattered all over tunnels and city square, eyes void of hope for the future. He was unemployed just like millions of others, his career as a dancer wasn’t enough to support his living. Neville lived in a basement for years with little to no income until one day, he met his friend, Abdullah. 

Abdullah was well-off and is the son of the US secretary of the Treasury, who served under the 32nd president. The differences between them were large and Neville was aware of it. He confided in his friend and told him that he has this haunting desire to visit Barbados again. The only thing that was stopping Neville though, was the lack of money. In which Abdullah says, 

“You are in Barbados.”

Of course, Neville thought he was nuts but the man decided to try and assume that he was in Barbados. That night, he went to sleep thinking that he would wake up in Barbados, only to be disappointed that he woke up in the cold basement he called his home. Neville would come back and tell Abdullah that it didn’t work, only for the latter to ignore him. Despite that Neville kept persisting and on the morning of December, he got a letter from his older brother asking him to visit his family in Barbados – his brother had paid a third class ticket. Excited, Neville told Abdullah that he is going to Barbados however, his friend was unimpressed. Abdullah told Neville that he wasn’t boarding a third class ticket, he was going to go there with a first class ticket. 

And guess what? When Neville gave his ticket to the clerk by the desk as they’re checking in passengers, they told him that someone canceled their first class ticket, therefore a spot was available for him. 

Abdullah ignored Neville when he said ‘it didn’t work’ because it did work, if Neville was assuming that he was in Barbados, they wouldn’t be having this discussion about him not being there. What can you take from this story? I would say that unfortunate circumstances don't matter, especially when we see how bad and dire Neville’s financial situation was. Come on, he was in a country torn apart by war and poverty, yet he was still able to visit Barbados. Neville didn’t think of how he’d get there, he just simply assumed that he was there, and his 3D reality follows right after. 

Barbados is a mindset. If you can imagine yourself having it and then accept that it is yours, you’re at the end. Your assumption is the fetus, continue nourishing it with beliefs and affirmations – let that child grow and become. If you drop your assumption that basically means you’re neglecting the fetus, and it will eventually die from starvation. 

It doesn't matter if you have no money, it doesn't matter if you're in an abusive situation, it doesn't matter that you barely have a roof over your head. You are already in Barbados, tune into your inner man and bask in that.

EDIT: My apologies for getting the information mixed up. Abdullah is not the son of US secretary, rather he lived in a house that was rented by the latter. Sorry for the confusion!

[urbeachboy]

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇

⋆˙⟡ — req : hey,, psst,, you got any.. leona kingscholar x reader..? with maybe.. a dab of fluff.. and maybe.. something with napping together.. a dash of yearning.. maybe.. (from whomever you desire).. plz and thank u.. also!! can i be 💀 anon?

⋆˙⟡ — synopsis : Leona Kingscholar does not have a soft spot. Not for his brother, for his sister-in-law, for his nephew, nor for anyone. And then you came along.

⋆˙⟡ — content : Leona Kingscholar (twisted wonderland) x gn!reader. Reader is a people pleaser. Cuddling. Kiss kiss fall in love!! Inexperienced Leona. Fluff. Lots of fluff. Some hints of angst.

You’ve always been a giver. It’s essentially instinctive- second nature, really.

Perhaps it started at the age of four, when you cried crocodile tears over a wounded bird. A bird that you had tried so desperately to save, yet alas, fate hadn't been so nice to poor little young you.

Or maybe rather, it was at the age of seven, when you had refused to step a single foot out the threshold of your room when your pet hamster, Squibbles, had passed away.

And it may have been the idea of losing anyone else- or standing by watching as someone else lost someone- that truly clung to you. That feeling of despair you felt like claws scraping down your back, all while the ugly dread clung to you like a leech, only truly letting go when you had ensured that nobody got hurt.

Maybe it was a bit selfish- just a small bit. For you knew best that you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself knowing you’d let someone down, even if they weren’t quite counting on you to keep them up.

So to say, Twisted Wonderland was a nightmare for you.

Little boys who thought themselves men, and men who thought themselves little boys. They scrambled, reaching for any semblance of control, for any semblance of comfort. 

You're not quite certain if it was the first overblot or the second, but by the fourth, you’d already made quite a preceding reputation for yourself. You’re not sure if there wasn’t anyone in Night Raven College who was not aware of your name or your game. I.E: Save the School from going up into flames once or perhaps even twice a month at times.

In fact, many people knew you quite well–with the becoming ribbon you twisted your striped tie into, and with your nature; approachable and sympathetic, it was difficult to not get acquainted with you on more levels than simply knowing. A few of these people? 

Ace Trappola, the boy from Heartslabyul with cards and tricks alike up his uniform sleeve.

Deuce Spade, a friend of Ace’s as well, also from Heartslabyul, and having quite an affinity to cauldrons, you think.

Jack Howl, what with all his ivory hair and sun-kissed skin, and that body he’d achieved through tons of rigorous training, no doubt.

Epel Felmier, with a Southern twang that you only ever hear sometimes- though you think it’s especially adorab–no! Very.. very manly. And he’s treated you to apple pie once, as well. Home-made, you think he said it was?

Sebek Zigvolt- you’re unsure how you’d managed to befriend him of all people, but it does not go to say that you enjoy his presence any less. His hair stuck up perpetually as if he had been struck by a lighting bolt, though he may as well be every time he’s asked about his dearest Liege.     

There’s also the strange horned man with dark hair and green eyes that pierce through your soul, but all he ever seems to want is a chat about architecture- mostly Gargoyles and Grotesques and all that- never your soul.

But as strange as he, Tsunotarou, may be–you find one is stranger. Leona. Leona Kingscholar. A prince, you’ve learnt. With his hair that you could call brunette, resembling black coffee, and his eyes like emeralds, which you’re sure he has a ton. 

You’re not sure why he acknowledges you at all, really, but it’d begun ever since after his overblot. It had begun slowly- surely, though-

First, he would fall asleep at the table you and your friends often occupied during lunch, and all of you far too afraid to wake him or make him budge. You found it funny how he always dozed off on the seat just next to yours- Grim’s reserved seat, upon not receiving which he would grow exasperated. He would soon quiet down when offered a seat on your shoulder (which he found much more comfortable than any seat, as irking as it was to have his tail thump against your face or the back of your head every now and again), however.

Then, he would get food for you. You’re not sure if you were to feel humiliated at the thought that he most likely assumed you have no money to get it yourself (he isn’t wrong–you don’t, because Dire Crowley is such a generous man), but it was admittedly nice to have a sandwich sitting on your plate when you got to your table. And a rather sleepy lion. Well, on second thought, would sleepy be the right word if he was already asleep?

And after that, he began speaking to you more. And, trust me on this–Leona Kingscholar does not speak to just anyone. Not the way he does with you, at least.

A tired groan that would escape his full lips as he looked up at you through hazy, lidded eyes. “..Herbivore,” he’d grumble, “Y’changed your hair.”

And…so you did. And no-one’s noticed (which is understandable, because it really isn’t a prominent change- you would barely know it unless you were really looking for it), up until…well…Leona.

Or maybe he’d notice the way you had decided to tie your tie into a bow this time instead. Like Epel (see, you always liked the way he tied it, though you could never get it right. So, your dear friend Epel had provided some assistance).

He’d tilt his head back, just barely skimming his eyes over it before turning his attention back to the very interesting wall. “Your tie’s different.” You would perk up, a smile painted on your lips. “It’s cute, right? I saw how Epel always did it, and I was like ‘aw, that’s cute’—only in my head, though, Epel would kill me if I said it out loud—and I wanted him to teach me, so I asked him, and he said Vil taught him and then he taught me anyways, and–”

“It looks stupid.”

So, obviously, he’s a real charmer. 

And, charmed as you were, you didn’t protest the first time he had wordlessly pulled you into his arms with his eyes still shut after you’d fortuitously disrupted a precious nap of his.

Then he did it a second time, a third, and a fourth.

Since then, it’s become sort of tradition; napping together. The two of you never speak of it, and you’re not certain if anyone else is aware about it at all, either. You think Leona likes it to stay that way.

You still don’t retort, don’t kick and squirm. It’s as if you’re able to see the child in him, the child that only wanted to be seen; to be known. To be acknowledged. What’d he ever do, but ask for love? And is love, if requested of one of the same blood, far too much to ask for?

So you humour him. As you are right now. You’re in Savanaclaw, barely tangled in Leona’s sheets, in Leona’s room, with the aforementioned clinging to you with a generous amount of space (ie: a hair’s breadth, which is technically still generous in terms of Leona) between the two of you.

It’s about six, sunset; the sun is low but you can see the glowing saffron of it just peeking out from behind the rocky mountains, almost shy to show its true self- its true colours, the neon orange as opposed to the usual blinding yellow-white. You think it’s somewhat like Leona, and the thought makes you chuckle to yourself.

“Mmh,” Leona groans, and the sound is a low rumble in his chest. “What’s so funny, Herbivore?” he murmurs, his voice hushed and husky. It’s a wonder how his braids never get messed up by the different positions he sleeps in, every which way his body contorts for the ultimate resting experience. You wish you had half of his privileges- you can’t blame him, you’d lounge around, too, if in his shoes.

You only shake your head at his words, not an ounce of sleep in your eyes (much unlike his), and a small smile playing on your lips. “Nothing. You just…remind me of the Sun.”

He’s silent. His breathing is slow, gentle—he fell asleep. Again. You let out a sigh, playfully rolling your eyes.

His skin is sun-kissed, his eyes (when open), most would say are like jades or emeralds or some other materialistic, shiny object. You, on the other hand, believe they’re like the prickly bushes that, albeit hurt much to get through, bear beautiful blossoms once you’re past the thorns.

His hair is like honey, some parts are darker and some are lighter- maybe it’s more like caramel? Either way, it’s something sweet. And silky. You reach a hand out, beginning to gingerly comb your fingers through his hair.

He stirs then, reaching out just like you, wrapping an arm around your waist. You’re almost afraid he’s woken up, or is in the process of doing so, but his eased shoulders and relaxed expression says otherwise. Leona’s always tense when he’s awake. Even if he doesn’t realise it, his jaw is clenched.

Your smile widens. You curl your fingers into his hair, humming a gentle tune ‘neath your breath. Your eyes continue to rove over him, landing on his lips. His upper lip is fuller, darker. He’s beautiful. He’s beyond beautiful, you can barely describe it in words.

Should one feel such a way for a friend? If you could even begin to consider Leona a friend, that is.

You don’t think so.

“Like what you see?” You almost jump out of your skin, or perhaps go tumbling down the bed if it weren’t for his almost vice-like grip around your waist.

You blink in surprise, taking a bit to compose yourself. You see how Leona maintains his previous expression, though his lips—his very pretty lips—are quirked up at the corners. “You were awake this whole time?” you question, a bit frantically. After all, it would be quite flustering to know that a friend(?) had caught you all but checking them out.

He hummed. That’s a maybe. And then he’s silent again.

…Does he want you to sleep? Usually he’d just chastise you to stop moving, stop breathing so loud.

He doesn’t now.

Maybe he.. wants to talk?

You swallow your spit, your eyes lingering over his face, before beginning earnestly; “You’re very pretty.”

He opens both eyes at that. You absolutely must be in a World-Record book now. Both of his eyes, like lily-pads. Submerged in the water, so close to drowning and yet, holding something so beautiful within. A lotus; tender, soft.

Leona doesn’t look surprised in any usual way, but that’s because he’s Leona, and he’s far from usual. He snorts, keeping his eyes, half-lidded, on you. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you respond decidedly.

Silence falls over the two of you like a veil once more. This time, it isn’t so comfortable. His eyes are glued to your face. They drift just slightly lower than your eyes, and they’re, you think, on your lips. Like yours were once on his.

Your tongue subconsciously darts out to swipe at the supple flesh there, wetting it almost like it grew drier than the desert just from his glare alone.

It’s silent, still. You glance away for a second, then back at him, and then you get an idea. You snicker and tilt your head, peering up at him. “You wanna kiss?”

It’s smart, you decide. If he declines and assumes you’re weird (which is likely), it’ll just be a joke. And if he accepts? Jackpot.

He quirks an eyebrow at you, his gaze dragging back up to your eyes.

You’re awfully nervous, you hope Beastmen can’t smell those sorts of things (obviously they can’t—they don’t smell fear, for god’s sake. They’re not demons). You, in turn, raise an eyebrow towards him as well, in hopes of seeming a bit more in control of yourself than you truly were.

Then, Leona huffs. At least, you assume it’s a huff, because it sounds halfway through a huff and a small laugh. You hope he’s not laughing. It’s not that ridiculous of a question to ask, is it?

It is. Whatever.

“What if I do?” You notice he’s completely dropped the ‘Herbivore’ gag, and you’re not sure if you should feel grateful or not. You don’t find yourself having much time to dwell on that, however, for his words peak your interest far more. “Then you should do it,” you test your limits.

He only stares at you. Like a big cat waiting to pounce. You assume he is—that’s what lions do, don’t they? They watch, wait for a moment of weakness.

Your brow twitches.

Then they strike.

Leona leans in quicker than he could call any human being who evidently eats and enjoys eating meat a ‘Herbivore’, pressing his lips against yours (though it’s somewhere between that and smashing his lips against yours).

One hand of his goes up to your chin, the other resting on your waist, still.

He’s inexperienced, that much is easy to tell. You’re not sure why you’d expected him to not be inexperienced. Him. Leona Kingscholar. Infamous for shutting out anyone and everyone who got a millimetre too close.

He’s haphazard and yet it still feels nice, likely because his lips are just naturally made for kissing or something of the sort. They move nicely against yours, and occasionally, the two of you apaty your lips a bit and your teeth clink against eachother’s, and you shoot each-other a glance. A light-hearted glance, as if you’re about to burst into silent laughter.

That’s just what it is, actually. For something so intimate, the atmosphere is so light-hearted. With the half-draped curtains casting bold shadows on your frames in turn, and still leaving space for you to see the Sun (if you were to turn around and look through the window, but with Leona’s lips attached to yours, you’re not sure he’d make that very possible) only showing itself an inch, a little more than halfway below the mountain, and a little less than fully below the mountain.

Leona tilts his head, pulling your face closer to his (almost tugging, really). He seems to forget himself, seems to forget how to be gentle and nice. The only way you can tell he’s apologetic is by the way his grip immediately loosens by a lot, and the pad of his thumb subtly traces along your jawline, rubbing soft circles.

You tap on his shoulder when you feel you’re a few ways from losing your breath, and he seems to get the memo, parting from you with a sigh from his side, and a gasp from yours. His hands don’t leave you, though. Your hands that had settled on his shoulders a while ago hadn’t left there, either.

Leona only stares at you. Not like Leona Kingscholar stares at everyone, no—not sharp and unbothered, finding anyone’s presence to be a nuisance—but like Leona stares at you. Tender and gentle.

His nose twitches. And for the first time, you see a smile on his lips that doesn’t mean bad news. A smile that isn’t filled with malice or vicious intent.

A genuine smile.

“Pretty sure you’re the one who’s like the fuckin’ Sun.”

⋆˙⟡ — a/n : i’m so sorry for not posting often!! i’ve been super busy irl but i promise i’ve been working on stuff 😞

⋆˙⟡ — NOT proofread — wordcount : ?

[hxney-lemcn]

Time for a Break — Housewardens x gn! reader

summery: it's the end of the year and you have nowhere to go...

tw: slight angst (Riddle, Idia, Malleus)

wc: 1.7k (~230 per character)

Master List

With nonstop overblots, exams, homework, studying, and keeping your friends in line, you hadn’t even realized that the end of the year was approaching rapidly. You could barely take in your end of the year grades before coming face to face with the fact that you have nowhere to go while everyone gets a summer break. Didn’t you deserve a break too? You felt like you were going to collapse and evaporate if you didn’t sleep in a bed that doesn’t have lumps. In a fit of despair, you go to the only person you can think of.

❥ Riddle Rosehearts

Okay…so you are not allowed to come home with him. His reason for saying no is vastly different from his mothers reason. He doesn’t want to cause you any more stress, or have to hear his mother’s insults that she’ll inevitably spout towards you. No, instead he helps you ask Trey. Although Trey’s home already is a full house, his family welcomes you with open arms. All his siblings overcrowd you (no matter how much Trey tries to stop them), his parents ask many questions to get to know you better, and you end up sharing a room with Trey. All the while, you can’t help but think about Riddle, wishing you could find a way to get him out of his own personal hell. Over time, you and Trey visit Riddle, your only meetings being through his window. Every so often you’d bring Riddle a sweet treat that you learned how to bake either from Trey or his parents. As much as you enjoy having a break with such a lovely family, you can’t help wanting for the next school year to happen. Not for the school work, or the overblots (hopefully there won’t be any the upcoming year), but because you’ll get to see Riddle again, not through a window or with hushed whispers. But in person, speaking to each other freely once more. 

❥ Leona Kingscholar

When you hinted about not having anywhere to go, hoping that the lion would take the bait and let you stay with him, he just ignored you. Didn’t even pretend to act like he was listening to you. Squinting your eyes, you stood up from his bed, announcing that Malleus might be willing to take you in…you couldn’t get far before Leona grabbed your wrist, pulling you into him and holding you close. Who said you could go and stay with that overgrown lizard? Wasn’t it obvious you were staying with him? You were scared of meeting his family, they were royalty and Leona had spoken bad of them. You had met his nephew, and little did you know that the boy had talked his parents ear off about you and Leona for a day before finding a new topic. Leona’s brother and sister in law welcomed you to their palace with open arms, greeting you warmly before excusing themselves. It was a bit to get used to, trying new foods, sleeping in a bed that was way too luxurious, being treated like royalty, becoming a nanny…yeah. You now realized one of the reasons why Leona dreaded coming back. As much as you adored Cheka…he could be a bit much. Overall, it's not the worst place to stay, but it would feel a bit lonely without Leona or Cheka around. 

❥ Azul Ashengrotto

Oh boy…were you both that far in your relationship already? No? He’s just overthinking it? Okay, this was fine. He was a host after all, and he did owe you for basically saving his life…and being the one he loved. His only problem? His mother. As much as Azul loved his mother…he could not have her sharing his baby photos with you. He’ll have to work overtime over the summer to make sure that doesn’t happen (who is he kidding he can’t say no to his mom). How are you going to stay entire months under water? Who do you think he is? He’s got stocks of underwater breathing potions. When you meet his parents, you don’t have time to think before you’re swooped into a giant hug (probably the best damn hug you’ll ever get too). Then Azul is added to the hug and you're both being squished together. His mother loves you instantly, cooing over you both, feeding you some of the best food you’ve ever had while telling you embarrassing stories of Azul when he was just a little fry. Once again, you start seeing him in a new light, a much softer and loving one. He always tried to show you his gentlemanly and suave side, keeping just how soft of a person he was locked deep down, but you wouldn’t have him any other way.

❥ Kalim Al-Asim

What do you mean you have nowhere to go? Weren’t you coming to his place? He would be honored to have you as a guest! Just think of all the sleepovers, dates, game nights, and kisses! Actually, he might’ve gone crazy if he was away from you for such a long time. Kalim’s family doesn’t mind either, they don’t even notice one more person in their extravagant palace. Instead of just being swarmed with siblings, you’ve got cousins and distant relatives around you as well. They have both good and bad intentions, some scheming on how to get closer to Kalim, and others scheming on how to get you to play hide and seek. Kalim is practically bouncing off the walls as he drags you down the halls on his grandiose tour. Laughing heartily over the feast his family calls dinner, then taking you on a breathtaking carpet ride above the Scalding Sands. Each day is a different adventure, and Kalim is the one leading you hand in hand into what awaits you both. Poor Jamil, Kalim only got ten times more impulsive as he tries to show you everything he loves (and buy you anything you eye for a second too long). Also…you are in a bit of danger being seen in public so close to Kalim and with how he shows how much he cares about you…

❥ Vil Schoenheit

Do you think he’d let you stay at Night Raven College for months on end without supervision? You’re crazy. Just be prepared to be in a giant mansion alone for a bit. Vil goes without seeing his father for weeks on end, and he himself has a busy schedule. He’d love to take you with him, but unfortunately the media is as savage as a pack of wolves and would shred you apart without second thought. You didn’t mind too much, as long as you could get away from school for just a minute. With those warnings in mind, you were surprised to be greeted by servants taking your luggage to a spare room (right next to Vil’s) then being treated to a fantastic dinner with Eric, Vil’s father joining you two. Even Vil seemed surprised, asking his father about his latest movie. Eric only laughed, stating that he wanted to meet the person who caught his son's attention. You never felt too alone in the mansion, you’d get ready in the morning with Vil, seeing him off, doing your own thing for the day, and ending the night with a home prepared meal or going out to eat if Vil was feeling extra. On his days off, Vil would take you out, sometimes it would be to a spa, going shopping, or you forcing him to take a break and relax at home and watch some movies. You don’t think you could go back to that wack job of a school after getting a taste of luxury.

❥ Idia Shroud

What. You want to go home with him? You do know where he lives right? You’d be totally isolated from all your other friends…you still want to come home with him? He supposes Ortho would be happy to have you around…fine, he just doesn’t like how excited his parents get when he asks for permission (after all he lives in a very secret location). He’s a bit overwhelmed at first, it seems like such an intimate scenario. You’re going to be living with him in the same house in a super secret base in the middle of nowhere. When you arrive, Idia tries not to shove you into his room and lock the door because his parents are non stop pestering you. Asking you about how you met Idia, how he was doing, and about you and your world. Thankfully for Idia, they had to rush back to work quickly, giving you a warm welcome and telling you to ask for anything if need be. To your surprise, Idia watched you like a hawk (and that’s the times you knew of). S.T.Y.X. was a dangerous place, and he’d be damned if he lost you like he lost Ortho. Be prepared to be trapped in a room lit with blue led lights and playing video games and watching anime until you feel your brain melting. Please bring some vitamin D…you’re not going to get enough sunlight. 

❥ Malleus Draconia

Don’t worry child of man, he already has a room in his palace ready for you. Do you really think he was going to let you stay all alone (with Grim but okay) at Night Raven College? Of course not. You’re his precious child of man, he’ll make sure you get nothing but the best. Of course…he had to make sure his grandmother warmed up to you. You are a human after all, and she hasn’t had the best experience with them. Not to mention how his people will view him for bringing a commoner human into the castle and given the royal treatment. He doesn’t care. In fact, Malleus didn’t even think of such a thing, not until Sebek brought it up. When you arrived you felt overwhelmed as the servants bowed (you almost forgot that Malleus was standing next to you). He tried staying by your side for as long as he could, but as future king, he had many things to attend to. This left you on your own a bit, and you got acquainted with Maleficia. At first she terrified you, but over time you both warmed up to each other and Malleus found himself jealous with how much time you spent with her compared to him. All the while she found it amusing that her grandson was so hung up on a human…but she also found it heartbreaking. A fae falling for a human never had a happy ending, but she’s glad to know you’d take care of him well.

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Kinktober Masterlist!

Day 1 to 10

🎃 Naughty but mine; when you misbehave at a house party, your boyfriend Taehyung gives you exactly what you’ve been asking for.

🎃 Highly inappropriate; you, Taehyung and your best friend and Tae gf’s Aerum are high af one night.

🎃 Babymaker; you want a baby, but you just broke up with your boyfriend... but luckily your friend Jungkook is here to save the day.

🎃 Special preparations; you go to a piercing shop to get a clit piercing but your piercer Jungkook has an interesting way of prepping his clients.

🎃 Silent watch; your bodyguard Jimin is standing right outside your bedroom door when you moan his name as you play with yourself.

🎃 Good at sharing; your boyfriend Jimin invites you over for movie night, however it becomes painfully clear that his roommate Jungkook has a crush on you.

🎃 Their pleasure; your only job is to serve Taehyung and his wife.

🎃 Teach me; you want to learn how to give blowjobs so you ask your best friend’s brother Taehyung to teach you.

🎃 Like old times; in the past, you and your best friend enjoy spending time together by having threesomes, now years later you reconnect and this time she offers her husband Jungkook.

🎃 Strictly business; your boyfriend Taehyung might be a tough and important guy at the office but at home he's just a subby boy who only wants cuddles and finds comfort in your nipples.

Day 10 to 20

🎃 Make me see stars; your friends bring you to a special show starring stripper Jimin, but you get more than a lapdance from him on stage.

🎃 All onboard; when pirate Jungkook wants you, he wants you right now, even if it’s in front of the sailor men on his ship.

🎃 A special class; you bring your best friend Taehyung to a special class. (On pause)

🎃 Told you so; your friends don’t believe you when you brag to them about how Jungkook’s dick makes you see stars, so you show them.

🎃 Waves of pleasure; you meet a blonde hunk named Taehyung at the beach who invites you over to his van for some special alone time.

🎃 Give it to me now; angry about your doctoral thesis, you decide to decompress on your gamer boyfriend Jungkook’ cock.

🎃 Code blue; your friend with benefits Jungkook had a horrible first date so you milk him dry until he forgets all about her.

🎃 Wet deck; on a yacht with the maknae line, you start fucking them— not caring who sees.

🎃 VIP treatment; every concert, Hybe staff search for the sexiest big tits and ass fan, to bring to the green room for a fun time with Taehyung and his friends.

🎃 Seven minutes; Taehyung and Jungkook send you to heaven in a spooky encounter at your neighbour’s Halloween party.

Day 20 to 31

🎃 Knock out; after winning his last fight and being sexless for a week, Jungkook gives his girlfriend the most hardcore fuck ever.

🎃 Please please please; your needy and whiny boyfriend Jungkook begs you to ride him while he cannot stop praising you.

🎃 Sweet revenge; after your husband cheats on you, you decide to take revenge by sleeping with father-in-law jungkook.

🎃 Admit it; your friends get tired of seeing you and Jungkook beat around the bush, so they give you a little push.

🎃 A special party; when your friends organize a surprise bachelorette party you did not expect to get railed by stripper Jungkook.

🎃 She a fan; idol Jungkook takes a girl home and to his surprise, she has the logo of his group tattooed on her arm.

🎃 Mr perfect; you test out the hyper realistic humanoid robot named Jungkook you and your research team have created, it’s all for science, right?

🎃 Lucky girl; you caught the eye of your favorite idol Jungkook and he takes you to a hotel room.

🎃 Halloween party; after being invited by your friend to the 18+ Halloween party in town, you get fucked by three hot guys.

🎃 This is not a drill; your boyfriends are back from military service and you’re eager to catch up what they missed.

🎃 Succubus hotline; one lonely halloween, you try out your luck by calling the succubus hotline, thinking it’s just a silly prank.