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I am a 30yrld female with 10+ years experience looking for FxF fandom games. Cannon X Canon characters preferred. But sometimes open to Canon x OC. I am literate and write novella length.
Age range: 21-38+ years old partners.
I don’t have a preference for my partners gender. Just looking for someone 20+ years old willing to play FxF fandom games.
Really looking for femslash games. I’m open to Omegaverse and soulmate tropes/themes.
I play romance and dark story themes.
Couples in red are cravings. The ideas listed are just SAMPLES! Not exclusive to the storylines I’d like to play.
Fall of the House of Usher (Camille/OFC)
- What if an Angel was protecting a woman who crossed paths with Camille and the angels protection kept Camille safe from her family’s curse. But only so long as this OFC loved Camille. Would Camille be able to ensure she did not lose that protection and be the type of woman worth loving?
Game of Thrones (Sansa / Daenerys with optional + Canon male character, Brienne/Sansa)
* Sansa and Daenerys are forced to marry to avoid war between the North and the United southern kingdoms under Daenerys’ banner.
* Sansa escapes Kings Landing with Ser Barristan and meets Daenerys in Mereen.
* Drogon flies all the way to Westeros after he leaves Danserys in the Dothraki Sea, and meets an ice Queen in need of saving.
The Witcher (Tissaia / Yennefer)
1. Ciri is Tissaia’s child of surprise, not Geralt’s. When it comes time for her to accept this, she seeks out assistance from the only powerful mage she knows that wants children, Yennefer.
2. Tissaia comes back to speak with Yennefer while she is still in Rhinde. She has found a possible cure for Yennefer’s barrenness.
3. Yennefer is the daughter of a king at of the Northen Kingdoms, that falls in love with her father’s mage, Tissaia de Vries.
4. Yennefer is doused with a lust potion gone wrong by the older classmates at Aretuza. She will lose her mind unless she sleeps with someone, but the idiots that doused her didn’t take her elven blood into account, and instead of a lust spell, she can only be satisfied by her truest match—her soul mate. Tissaia does not sleep with students. Even ones she’s fated to. But to save Yennefer’s life she will. But only if she and Yennefer never remember what’s happened.
5. Time travel write up for season 4. Yennefer goes back in time with the help of the monolith book to save Tissaia. But it’s like the butterfly effect. And Tissaia keeps dying.
Harry Potter (Hermione/Fleur, female!Harry/Hermione, Hermione/Pansy, Hermione/Bellatrix, Hermione/Ginny, Hermione/Minerva, Minerva/Bellatrix)
* Hermione Granger and Fleur Delacour found family. After the war, Bill dies in an accident, and Hermione and Ron have divorced. Two single mothers come together to lament their troubles and losses.
* Fleur realizes that Hermione is her true mate when she arrives hurt at the cottage after Malfoy Manner or being mates.
* Forced Marriage trope - repopulating wizarding England stipulates that all eligible and child baring women must marry. Except, it seems, Hermione Granger, who is protected under French Ministry law as she is the Delacour heir’s fated mate.
Twilight (Tanya/Leah, Bella/Rosalie, Bella/Tanya, Bella/Alice, Bella/Leah, Rosalie/Leah, Alice/Leah)
* Tanya has been looking for her mate for over a thousand years. She’s finally found them.
House of Dragons (Alicent / Rhaenyra)
* Rhaenyra runs away with Alicent
* Rhaenyra kills her father to ensure she is the one to marry Alicent
* Rhaenyra captures Alicent during the war and they reminisce on all that was—and could have been.
Like this post or message me and I’ll get in touch.
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I am a 30yrld female with 10+ years experience looking for FxF fandom games. Cannon X Canon characters preferred. But sometimes open to Canon x OC. I am literate and write novella length. 📚
Age range: 21-38+ years old partners.
I don’t have a preference for my partners gender. Just looking for someone 20+ years old willing to play FxF fandom games.
Really looking for femslash games. I’m open to Omegaverse and soulmate tropes/themes.
I play romance and dark story themes.
Couples in red are cravings. The ideas listed are just SAMPLES! Not exclusive to the storylines I’d like to play.
Fall of the House of Usher (Camille/OFC) —
What if an Angel was protecting a woman who crossed paths with Camille and the angels protection kept Camille safe from her family’s curse. But only so long as this OFC loved Camille. Would Camille be able to ensure she did not lose that protection and be the type of woman worth loving?
Game of Thrones (Sansa / Daenerys with optional + Canon male character, Brienne/Sansa)
Sansa and Daenerys are forced to marry to avoid war between the North and the United southern kingdoms under Daenerys’ banner.
Sansa escapes Kings Landing with Ser Barristan and meets Daenerys in Mereen.
Drogon flies all the way to Westeros after he leaves Danserys in the Dothraki Sea, and meets an ice Queen in need of saving.
The Witcher (Tissaia / Yennefer)
1. Ciri is Tissaia’s child of surprise, not Geralt’s. When it comes time for her to accept this, she seeks out assistance from the only powerful mage she knows that wants children, Yennefer.
2. Tissaia comes back to speak with Yennefer while she is still in Rhinde. She has found a possible cure for Yennefer’s barrenness.
3. Yennefer is the daughter of a king at of the Northen Kingdoms, that falls in love with her father’s mage, Tissaia de Vries.
4. Yennefer is doused with a lust potion gone wrong by the older classmates at Aretuza. She will lose her mind unless she sleeps with someone, but the idiots that doused her didn’t take her elven blood into account, and instead of a lust spell, she can only be satisfied by her truest match—her soul mate. Tissaia does not sleep with students. Even ones she’s fated to. But to save Yennefer’s life she will. But only if she and Yennefer never remember what’s happened.
5. Time travel write up for season 4. Yennefer goes back in time with the help of the monolith book to save Tissaia. But it’s like the butterfly effect. And Tissaia keeps dying.
Harry Potter (Hermione/Fleur, female!Harry/Hermione, Hermione/Pansy, Hermione/Bellatrix, Hermione/Ginny, Hermione/Minerva, Minerva/Bellatrix)
Hermione Granger and Fleur Delacour found family. After the war, Bill dies in an accident, and Hermione and Ron have divorced. Two single mothers come together to lament their troubles and losses.
Fleur realizes that Hermione is her true mate when she arrives hurt at the cottage after Malfoy Manner or being mates.
Forced Marriage trope - repopulating wizarding England stipulates that all eligible and child baring women must marry. Except, it seems, Hermione Granger, who is protected under French Ministry law as she is the Delacour heir’s fated mate.
Twilight (Tanya/Leah, Tanya/OFC, Bella/Rosalie, Bella/Tanya, Bella/Alice, Bella/Leah, Rosalie/Leah, Alice/Leah)
Tanya has been looking for her mate for over a thousand years. She’s finally found them.
House of Dragons (Alicent / Rhaenyra)
Rhaenyra runs away with Alicent
Rhaenyra kills her father to ensure she is the one to marry Alicent
Rhaenyra captures Alicent during the war and they reminisce on all that was—and could have been.
Like this post or message me and I’ll get in touch. Let me know which fandom and couple and possible idea caught your attention.
I prefer to play through discord but am open to email or google docs.
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4th clear, baybeeeh!
#destiny 2#destiny the game#destiny 2 the game#i did 21 king's fall runs and still no touch#so.. this is only fair!#like i just gilded my conquerer title#i'm doing master dungeons and raids#are ya winning son?#ye! i kinda am!
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Wine for Freedom-8
Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22)
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Thranduil x F!Reader
Summary: The Reader is left with nothing but three bottles of wine after Smaug destroys Laketown and somehow becomes Thranduil’s new brewmaster.
Note: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI. This started as a one shot and ended up as a full story. You can read the rest on A03.
All Italics are Elvish.
Chapter 8: Your Touch I Have Missed Greatly
When I managed to open my eyes again, it was dark, but not like the place I had been. As my eyes adjusted, I realized I was in my chambers tucked into bed. I still felt heavy and could not bring myself to move as my skin felt sticky as if I had been sweating.
Oh, I realized, I must have been ill. That would explain my collapsing and strange dream. The scene played out again in my head, but I shook the thoughts away. A fever dream was all it was.
Feeling much better, I tried sitting up, only to have my arms give out. I fell back against my pillows with a huff. A gasp startled me and I peered into my dark room to see Calanthe gaping at me from a chair near my bed.
“You are awake!” She rushed towards me, feeling my face with her soft hands. “Your fever is gone!”
“I did not mean to worry you, mellon nin,” I said but cringed at how hoarse my voice was.
I was nearly taken aback when her eyes began to water and before I could ask what was wrong, she tucked her head into my shoulder and wept.
“We thought you beyond saving, though I hoped you would survive,” she sobbed.
“I know-,” I stopped to clean my throat. “I know elves cannot fall ill, but humans can. Did you forget?” I tried to joke as I gently let her hair. “I am lucky it was just a fever.”
She pulled away from me suddenly, confusion written on her face.
“It was more than a fever. You have slept for seven days.”
“Seven days?!” I cried out. My dream had made me misjudge how much time had passed. While in my head, it felt like an endless abyss, but now that I was awake I felt I had only slept for a day at most.
“What happened? What did they said I suffered from?” I began firing questions at her. Surely healers would have come. They must have known.
Shaking her head, Calanthe responded. “They did not know. A guard found you as you collapsed and sent for help. Not one of them could tell us what you were ailing from. They too thought you would pass.”
My heart began racing once again, but I was able to calm myself before I began panicking. Seven days of resting would have made me weak and I knew I should allow myself to recover, but I wanted so badly to run to Thranduil and let him hold me.
“And the king?” I asked her hoping she understood my meaning.
“He lost hope you would survive. He visited you everyday and had us fill your room with roses.” She gestures to several vases full of my favorite flowers lined up on my nightstand and vanity, the blooms standing out even in the darkness of the night.
“King Thranduil wanted you to be comfortable. He hid his mourning well, but I saw how he wept for you. Galion and I caught him once. I was surprised when he did not shout for us to leave.”
“Can I see him?” I asked her. “I want to see him, Calanthe.”
“You need to rest now, but I will send word to him that you are awake. He will be so happy,” she smiled, tears threatening to fall again.
“Did you stay here this whole time?”
“How could I leave you alone, mellon nin? I was so afraid, but you are here now. You live, and I too am happy for it.”
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After Calanthe helped me get up, she went to ready the bath for me. Surprisingly, my body did not feel as weak as I thought it would after being out of use. I was able to stand and walk fine on my own and the heaviness from my body had been lifted now that I was moving. I sank into the water, washing the sweat from my hair and body. Relaxing, I laid my head back against the edge of the tub and sighed. A guard had been sent to Thranduil and the healers to inform them of my recovery and I knew they would be arriving soon.
When I knew I could wait no longer, I dried off, pulling a new nightgown on and wrapping myself in one of the silk robes hanging from the door. It was a deep red and it reminded me of the robe I had on in the dream.
The healers were already waiting for me. Their faces showed clear surprise as I approached them and sat on the bed so they could examine me.
“How do you feel, Hiril vuin?” One asked and I assumed he was the leader of the group.
“I am tired, but my body feels fine. Calanthe said my fever was gone,” I replied.
“That it is. Have you ever suffered from something like this before?”
“No, I have not. I thought I my heart had given out when I collapsed, but seeing as I am still alive, I do not think that is what happened.”
Nodding, he took another look over me before saying he was glad I had healed. I dismissed the group giving them my thanks for seeing to me and watched them leave. Not a moment later, Thranduil had thrown the door open, freezing when he saw me sitting on my bed. He had a look I could not place, but his eyes were red and wet as if he had been crying before. Calanthe bowed respectfully before hurrying out after the healers, most likely to tell my friends I was alright.
Slowly, as if he was afraid I would vanish, Thranduil crept into the room, stopping as he reached me. He fell to his knees, startling me, and wrapped his arms around my waist, laying his head in my lap. Instinctively, my hands weaved through his hair. I bent over so that I could kiss his head.
“I thought I had lost you.” His voice was muffled by my nightgown, but I caught the hitch in his voice all the same.
“I did not mean to frighten you, meleth. Will you forgive me?”
“I am so grateful to Elbereth for she has returned you to me,” he uttered.
“Elbereth?” I asked.
“She is the Queen of the Stars; the most revered being of the elves. I begged her to spare you every night you lay there, unmoving. I was not ready to lose you, though I know it is inevitable.” He said sadly.
I recalled the words from my dream, the ones spoken by the strange voice: He weeps for you. I hear my children clearest.
Was it possible that it was not a dream after all? No, it was impossible. I was not special. No divine being would save me no matter who begged. I was certain of that. I lay another kiss on Thranduil’s head.
“I would not let you fall back into such sorrow, Thranduil. Perhaps this is-,” I was cut off by him.
“Do not say this is a sign to leave!” He growled, raising his head to look at me. “We still have much time together. I know it.”
I sighed and rested my forehead against his, eyes closing and enjoying the warmth he gave off.
“I still find I do not have the strength to leave, my love.” The title slipped out and I bit my tongue. Yes, I called him such things in Sindarin, but the weight of the words I could fully comprehend scared me. Was this really love?
I was so lost in thought, I nearly missed what Thranduil said, his words whispered over my lips.
“Gi melin.”
“What?” I sounded shocked.
“Gi melin,” he repeated. “I love you. I will say it as many times you ask of me, as long as you say it in return.”
“Thranduil,” I kissed his lips. “Gi melin, Aran nin.”
He was crawling over me the second I said it, pushing me down into the soft mattress beneath. He moved like a man starved ready to devour me. Hands began pulling at the ties on my robe and I let the material fall away. Thranduil’s mouth trailed wet kisses along the column of my throat down to my chest. Nimble fingers slid the sleeves of my nightdress down my arms until my top was bare to him. For a moment, his eyes met mine, waiting for me to give him permission. Shaking my head dumbly, he kissed my mouth once again before continuing down, pulling my clothing down with him.
I began pushing his own robes off of his shoulders and he stood to tear them off of his body. He was left in soft sleep pants that I longed to remove, but like him, I was patient. I could wait.
He returned to me, kissing his way down my stomach until he reached my small clothes. His hands gripped the material and slowly pulled it down my legs. I had never been completely bare to him and I fought the urge to curl up and hide from his piercing gaze. Large hands gripped my thighs and forced them open, revealing all of me to him. I covered my face with my hands in embarrassment.
“Do not hide from me, Y/N. I wish to see all of you,” he whispered against the skin of my thighs. I peeked down, gulping as he sunk between my spread legs. He wasted no time teasing as his mouth fell upon me. I gasped and writhed beneath him while his hands held my hips down with such force, I knew I would be left bruised. I greatly looked forward to it.
My hands pulled at his hair rougher than I intended, and he bit my thigh gently in warning, causing me to yelp. His hands opened me wider as he continued his torture until I had come undone on his face.
With a feral grin, he crawled back over my body, mouth still slick. I could not help myself so I pulled him towards me and kissed him, tasting myself on his lips and tongue. I ground myself onto his leg wanting to continue what we had started, not wanting to waste the opportunity we had been given.
“Thranduil, please!” I begged. “I want you so badly.”
His lips drew close to my ear as he whispered.
“And you shall have me, my little firya, but first I must prepare you. You are not yet ready for me,” he said kissing my temple. “Be patient.”
Thranduil lay on his side, arm propping his head up as he looked over the mess he had made of me on the bed. His free hand trailed down my body, feeling and pinching gently until he reached my womanhood. His fingers moved in small circles and I knew it would not take long for me to lose myself in him again. I was still sensitive from his mouth. His lips fell on mine once more and I was glad because at this angle he could not see the shameful faces I was making. Swallowing up my gasps and moans, he continued our embrace. The coil in my stomach tightened and as if he knew I was nearing my release, ceased his actions, laughing darkly at the whine that left my lips.
“Thranduil!” I cried as I tried to force his hand back.
“Not yet, melda.” He teased as he sunk two fingers in me.
I moaned at the intrusion, but enjoyed it nonetheless. Thranduil kept whispering against my ear, but I could not keep up with all his promises and compliments in Sindarin. I did not realize that he had switched to Westron, until I was reaching my peak.
“Do you wish to be mine, firya? Do you wish to remain in my bed as my lover? As my equal?” He whispered against my skin, leaving little kisses in his wake.
“Yes, gods yes! More than any thing,” I cried out.
“So be it.” He was over me again, his swiftness surprising me. I had forgotten just how fast the elves were. Unlacing his pants, he pulled them down revealing himself to me. I tensed as I saw it, but Thranduil’s tender words eased me.
“Relax, meleth nin. We need not continue if you wish. I am content just to have you in my arms.” He pressed a loving kiss to my cheek.
Shaking my head, I took him in my hand and stroked him, enjoying the whimper that escaped.
“I want you, Thranduil. I want you to claim me, my love. I would have no other.”
He groaned in pleasure at my touch. “Swear it,” he growled.
“I swear. I will never love another as I love you,” I whispered. “I love you more than I can comprehend and it scares me.”
Pulling me into another rough kiss, Thranduil took me against my sheets holding my hips tightly, only stopping when I winced in pain. He continued his whispers of praise as we rocked together under the glowing light of the lamps dotted around the room. I clung to him as I felt pleasure rip through my body and called out his name over and over until I was lost in unadulterated bliss. I began to fall back asleep when I heard Thranduil whisper against my back, not aware I could hear his soft spoken words.
“She was my moon and you are my sun.”
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I awoke again in bed, but this time I was pressed against a body. I turned over my shoulder and saw Thranduil’s sleeping face laying on my pillows. His arms were wrapped around me and I was laying against his chest. Snuggling back against him, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of his skin on mine. I sighed as I watched the sun beginning to rise outside the large window. He would need to leave soon before anyone saw him walk out of here.
Turning to wake him, I was met with his blue eyes staring into mine. The arm around my waist lifted and cupped my face, drawing me into another kiss; one that was much softer than the ones he had given me earlier.
“You should get dressed before someone sees you in here,” I said as I scanned the room for my robe.
He pulled me back over to him, a stern look on his face. “You are mine and I am yours, now more than ever. I would not hide our love,” he said. He lifted my hand to his lips kissing the back of it softly.
“But-,” I tried to argue.
“I will not stand for it. Let everyone know the king has fallen for his beautiful brewmaster. They would not fault me for it,” he teased.
“You still need to dress,” I playfully pushed him away. “I do not intend to apologize to my friends for your nudity.”
“As my wife wishes,” he laughed, but I nearly fell out of the bed at his words.
“What did you say?!”
Thranduil’s laughter ceased and he now looked at me seriously. Seeing my expression, he tilted his head and explained.
“By elven custom we are wed. Marriage is achieved by bodily union which, if you remember, we indulged in last night.”
Realization dawned on me. “That is why!” I exclaimed as I stood scrambling to pull my robe closed. “That is why you would not bed me before. I thought it was guilt or fear or-,” I was ranting again in shock.
“You did not know?” He asked, eyes widening in disbelief.
“No!” I shouted in frustration, my head spinning as the severity of the situation crashed over me.
With the swiftness afforded to the elves, Thranduil rose and dressed himself before storming towards the door. My feet moved faster than my mouth and I rushed him, gripping his arm to pull him back.
“Wait, please Thranduil,” I urged him. “It is a lot to take in.”
“Apparently so,” he growled before turning his face from me. His tense body relaxed after I had refused to let go of him. “I did not mean to force this upon you, meleth. I thought you understood the meaning of our union,” he said dejectedly.
“I meant everything I said last night. I mean them now,” I explained. “I am just in shock. It is-It is so much, and this is not how I expected this to happen, but I want to love you every day of my life.”
“This is also not how I intended this to happen, but when I saw you sitting there, I did not wish to waste any more of the time we had left. Had I known-,” This time I interrupted him.
“Had you known I was so ignorant of your people’s customs, would that have changed anything?”
He scoffed at me, but pulled me back into his arms. “I would have asked you properly first.”
“I would still say yes,” I assured. Feeling bold, I added, “Much like I said last night. Oh Thranduil, yes, yes, yes!” I moaned exaggeratedly and then proceeded to laugh at my own ridiculousness.
My antics caused a laugh to erupt deep from within his chest. His lips came down to the column of my throat, his voice rumbling against the skin there.
“If you do not cease your teasing, I will keep you in bed all day,” he promised.
“I wish you would,” I sighed pleasantly, rolling my head so that he had better access. Thranduil straightened before pointing to the mess of a bed.
“Bed,” he commanded. “Now.”
Obeying, I smirked as I walked over to my mussed sheets, untying my robe and letting it fall to the floor before I lay down. Thranduil wordlessly cracked the door open, speaking quickly in Sindarin. All the boldness left me at that moment, afraid a guard would peek in and spot me in all my glory on the bed. The door was shut and I saw Thranduil stalking towards me, the same hungry look in his blue eyes as last night.
“We shall not be disturbed,” his voice had deepened. “Prepare yourself, my sun.”
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#01 - Motion
A spinning kick, a swing of blade — the two meet and hit but don’t hurt, and Nami sighs exasperatedly at such a pathetic display of a mating dance.
#02 - Cool
Zoro stands his ground as his enemy — finally, finally — falls unceremoniously on his back, unconscious, and Sanji thinks for a moment that the sight of Zoro — wild and victorious and ready to take on the world — looks kind of, maybe, slightly cool.
#03 - Young
Brook sees the two — dying to die for each other, the weight of their friends’ lives pulling down their shoulders — and he thinks too many people forget how young they still are.
#04 - Last
The Cook is the last person Zoro would consider lending a hand in a fight — “who would want to work together with that dumbass anyway,” he lies whenever anyone asks, and doesn’t admit that it’s because he trusts Sanji’s ability to stand his ground, wholly and fully.
#05 - Wrong
Sanji knows Zoro, like him, understands better than most — that this nakama thing isn’t just something you’d die for, but something you’d kill for, too.
#06 - Gentle
Sanji manages to catch Kitetsu before it rolls off from the deck during a storm, and in that moment, Zoro knows, from the reverent way he regards the swords in his hands, that this isn’t the first time the Cook has wielded one.
#07 - One
“Calm down, Marimo,” Sanji says with a dismissive wave of his hand when Zoro asks about the sword a few days later, “I’m not about to take your place as the ship’s swordsman; a cook doesn’t use his hands to fight, and I had a terrible teacher anyways.”
#08 - Thousand
“I’m worth two thousand men,” Zoro grumpily says, almost sulking, and Nami can’t resist patting his head like she would to a little boy pulling the pigtail of a girl he has a crush on.
#09 - King
You’re like the prince of Dumbass Kingdom, Zoro says, and it takes Sanji everything in him not to blurt out, Dumbass Kingdom sounds about right; wait ‘till you see the fucking king.
#10 - Learn
Watching Sanji converse fluently with a couple of tourists in a Northern language, Zoro wonders when he will ever stop learning something new about Sanji — or if he ever will, at all.
#11 - Blur
When Zoro finally comes to, the wounds from Bartholomeow Kuma is muted by Chopper’s medicine, a dull throb at the back of his consciousness; but the sharp pain against his heart feels raw still, visceral and razor-sharp, tucked alongside the ache of Sanji’s sacrifice.
#12 - Wait
“Wait,” he manages to croak out before Sanji flees the room, the word spilling out unbidden; he isn’t quite sure why, but he knows that he wants the Cook to stay.
#13 - Change
“Have some fucking decency ,” Sanji yells, throwing a shirt at Zoro’s direction; the brute has been walking around the ship bare-chested like an eyesore ever since they entered the summer island, and Sanji is just trying to do everyone a favor — and definitely not because there’s a different kind of heat pooling at the pit of his stomach.
#14 - Command
Robin watches the two in amusement — Zoro could have easily refused to be Sanji’s pack mule, and she can hear him grumbling about it still; and yet, here they are, once again, together at the island’s marketplace.
#15 - Hold
Sanji is rough around the edges, bristling at the slightest touch; Zoro knows he needs to be gentle, but he doesn’t quite remember the last time he held something that isn’t a hilt of a sword, without meaning to hurt . It’s a learning curve.
#16 - Need
Sanji knows Zoro is a dumbass, but it takes a special kind of stupid to think he would never be good enough for Sanji, when he’s all that Sanji has ever needed.
#17 - Vision
Zoro never regrets losing his eye, but he wishes, sometimes, he could still take in the sight of Sanji with an unimpaired vision, just to see more of him.
#18 - Attention
“You’re starting a fight, Marimo?” Sanji growls, voice low and dangerous, and Zoro thinks, yes, yes, anything to get you to look at me.
#19 - Soul
He loves the kid like a brother, but sometimes Zoro hates how Luffy can easily see past his gruff words and feigned ignorance; the way Luffy only needs to take one look at him to guess, “you’re worried about Sanji, aren’t you?”
#20 - Picture
He carries around everyone’s bounty posters, Sanji tells himself, and tries not to think too hard about how the only one he kept in his breast pocket is Zoro’s, folded neatly against his heart.
#21 - Fool
“This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done so far,” Sanji says when they part, lips still tingling from their earlier kiss, because Zoro’s love is fierce and consuming and Sanji knows, ever since he was just a kid with the iron mask, that he doesn’t deserve any of this.
#22 - Mad
“Don’t you ever say that kind of shit again,” Zoro snarls, slamming the wall beside Sanji’s head, his voice trembling with a kind of anger Sanji has never seen him with before — frustrated, desperate. “You’re important to me, Cook.”
#23 - Child
Grow up and cast your dreams away, Sanji tells himself every day, the voice ringing in his ears; you stopped being a child deserving of a dream the moment you chained Zeff down to the ground.
#24 - Now
Grow up and cast your dreams away, Sanji wants to tell himself, but the voice stutters, drowned out by the sight of the kid bleeding on the deck of Baratie — he’s a swordsman, too, acknowledged by none other than Dracule Mihawk himself — but a kid still, throwing himself headfirst towards the case of his dreams, steps unweighted by regrets.
#25 - Shadow
Zoro doesn’t know which is worse — Sanji, forever running away from the shadow his brothers cast; or Zoro, chasing after someone who is no longer around to leave behind a shadow anymore.
#26 - Goodbye
After Whole Cake Island, there’s a period of time where Zoro would follow Sanji around the ship like a lost puppy, unwilling to let the Cook out of his sight; Usopp definitely didn’t expect Zoro to have such a cute side, and crouches over his new invention to hide his smile.
#27 - Hide
“We’re not doing that here,” Sanji hisses, and forces himself not to laugh at the pout on Zoro’s face; the galley might be secluded enough, but they’re still on the enemy ship’s galley.
#28 - Fortune
It is annoying, the way Sanji keeps reminding Zoro that he could have collected Mihawk’s bounty and lived the rest of his life in wealth; especially when Zoro would trade any riches in the world just to stay by the Cook’s side.
#29 - Safe
It catches Zoro off guard when Sanji starts talking about his mother; it’s a short anecdote, a single happy memory, but Zoro can tell by the way Sanji tells it — guarded and hesitant, like he wants to keep the words close and safe — that he has never shared it with anyone else before.
#30 - Ghost
Usopp starts shaking like a leaf as soon as they enter the abandoned, dilapidated house, and Sanji gently tells him, sometimes the worst ghost is the one you create yourself; Zoro feels the weight of Wado on his hip, and agrees.
#31 - Book
“I don’t need this,” Zoro grumbles with a blush, pushing the book back into Nami’s hands, trying hard to ignore Nami’s laughter and the words ROMANCE FOR DUMMIES emblazoned on the book’s jacket.
#32 - Eye
Shusui sinks into the man’s stomach, all the way to the hilt, and Zoro thinks of the way Sanji curled into himself as the man landed a lucky hit on the cook’s hand. An eye for an eye.
#33 - Never
“This is my first time,” Zoro whispers, head ducking away as he feels his face flush at the admission; but Sanji’s hand rests on his cheek, encouraging, and he can feel the curve of Sanji’s smile as their lips meet and Sanji replies, “it’s mine, too.”
#34 - Sing
Luffy cheers when Zoro and Sanji comes into view, and he lets them take on the next batch of enemies; a good fight is always fun, but watching Zoro and Sanji fight is even more so — like watching a dance that only those two know the melody to.
#35 - Sudden
“What, are we supposed to be surprised?” Nami says, barely looking up from the map she’s working on; Sanji sputters, face redder than the tomatoes he served during breakfast, and Nami feels almost bad for him.
#36 - Stop
“But we — Zoro and I — how did you know?” Sanji asks, and promptly stops asking questions when he realizes the rest of the crew aren’t surprised either; who could blame them, when his and Zoro’s sexual tension can be seen from a mile away.
#37 - Time
Sanji knows they have to break apart soon, just to breathe, but right now all he cares about is to taste as much of Zoro as possible — he has waited two years for this, and it has been two years too long.
#38 - Wash
They have their fair share of fighting — and how, considering the amount of repairs Usopp has to do for Merry just from their petty fights alone — but what the crew doesn’t know is that they also have this thing, this quiet thing, just him and the Cook and a stack of dirty plates between them.
#39 - Torn
“In retrospect,” Robin observes, “dressing up our dear cook in a maid uniform would not only lower the enemy’s firepower, but also ours, considering how distracted our swordsman has clearly become.”
#40 - History
“Why do you keep him around, mister?” The kid asks, pointing at the old swordsman with three swords and an eye scar by the peer; Sanji laughs, pats the kid on the head, and says, almost wistfully — “you can say we have some history.”
#41 - Power
Sanji tugs at Zoro’s sleeve, and Zoro follows suit despite his complaints — Sanji thinks, distantly, how much of an honor it is, to have so much control over such a powerful man.
#42 - Bother
“I didn’t have enough time to make this three-tier ice cream cake for our lovely Nami-san and Robin-chan because you distracted me!” Sanji says with a hard jab of a finger against Zoro’s chest, and Zoro thinks, good .
#43 - God
Zoro does not believe in gods, but there’s a hymn of a noise when Zoro presses his lips against the crook of Sanji’s neck, the hallelujah of the world breaking apart as their bodies move together, and he thinks, close enough .
#44 - Wall
Zoro slams his fist into the wall of Polar Tang, and is taken aback by the depth of his own frustration; he knows Luffy and the others will get Sanji back from Big Mom’s place, but it unsettles him still, the way Sanji hides himself under layers of pretenses when Zoro has bared so much of himself to the Cook in return.
#45 - Naked
“What the fuck was that for , Mosshead?!” Sanji shrieks, justifiably furious, leg raised and on fire after Zoro sliced his tray into two without preamble; Zoro can’t exactly tell the Cook he did it because he was too surprised at the sight of Sanji in a swimming trunk and nothing else.
#46 - Drive
Why Zoro , people sometimes ask, but the answer is easy to Sanji — nobody drives him crazy the way Zoro does, and is that not what true love feels like?
#47 - Harm
Zoro knows Sanji will be furious ; but as he faces Kuma, knowing at least the Cook is out of harm’s way, he knows he would do this a hundred times over, a thousand times over, a million times over.
#48 - Precious
Sanji is sitting by the corner of the infirmary, face pale with red-rimmed eyes, and Zoro thinks he’s never had that, before — people who would weep for him, knowing that he is more than dried scars and calloused skin.
#49 - Hunger
This thing we have is dangerous, Sanji tells him, but Zoro doesn’t care — he already has a craving, the same way he needs a booze when it’s been too long, except he thinks that this vice will surely kill him.
#50 - Believe
This isn’t faith; this is the truth, Zoro’s truth, the same way he knows he will become the Greatest — Sanji will find that elusive sea of his, and Zoro will stay with him until it is the last thing he can do.
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F.V- Mates with the guard
Summary: You bring the Volturi a visit after which you find out that you are mates with Felix. Only problem is, you almost killed him a week ago.
Request: YES/no Anon: I love your work! Can you do Random prompts 15, 21, 22, and 24 with Felix and his newly found mate who doesn't know she's his mate that'll end with fluff? 15 " I'm too sober for this " " you don't even drink " " maybe I should start " 21 " what do you mean she's my new partner? She tried to kill me last week! " " Sounds like your problem " 22 " Good thing I didn't ask for your opinion " 24 " Did you just hiss at me? “
Warnings: swearing
Wordcount: 1590
You knew this day would come. The moment you found out that your friend was a vampire was the moment you knew that you were in deep shit. First, you thought that they were going to kill you. Sink their teeth into your neck and use you as a blood bag. They were kinder than that though, you are their friend. They didn't kill you, instead, they calmly explained everything. They also told you that the Volturi was going to want to meet you the moment they knew you found out about their secret. That's how you found yourself here, in an ancient castle being escorted to the supposed ' kings ' by a vampire. Your friend had to wait outside, sadly. You are hyperaware of how the vampire guiding you could sense everything going on in your body. Every heartbeat and breath, none of them went unnoticed by the vampire. "Felt like a snack?" a deep voice says as a two-man appear next to you. The tallest of the two grips into your arm, inhaling the scent around you. "A tasty one as well," he smirks. He is down-right frightening. His form towers over you, making you feel impossibly small. You know him. He tried to attack your friend last week after which you almost set him on fire. He smirks at you, clearly, he has remembered your little encounter last week as well. He tightens his grip on your arm. Everything in you feel revolted by his touch. But you can't get yourself to get out of his grasp. "They're here for the masters," you initial guide says.
"Come on, Alec, sharing is caring," Felix says. Great, so the guide has a name. Alec pulls the tall man's hand off your arm. "Behave yourself, Felix.". You step away from Felix the moment his hand leaves your arm. You wrap your arms around yourself for comfort. Alec lays a hand on your shoulder and pushes you out in front of him, guiding you away from the two men. He clearly forgets about his inhuman strength as his hand comes harshly into contact with your skin. You keep the whine threatening to escape inside as you ignore the feeling of the bruise starting to bloom up onto your skin. "He's no fun," you here Felix call from behind you.
Alec stays quiet as he guides you to the throne room. The moment that the dark doors are opened before you, an eerie feeling falls over you. To your surprise you see the man from before, Felix, talking to the three so-called masters. Felix turns around to look at you. You keep walking into the room even though every cell in your body is telling you to run away. "Young Y/n, what a surprise," a man with raven hair, who your friend told you is named Aro, says. A creepy smile is plastered into his lips. He stands up from his throne. Felix quickly takes some steps to the side to make room for Aro. Aro mentions for you to come over to him. You take slow steps towards him, afraid that your buckling knees might give out. You can't help but imagine how old they might all be. Hundreds if not thousands of years old. The moment that you are in arms reach of Aro he grabs your hand and wraps his own around him.
The moment his skin touches yours, a wave of nausea hits you. You can feel him scanning through your thoughts, reading and seeing every single one of them. You clench your teeth to keep your gag reflex at bay. Something about his presence made you feel like turning your stomach inside out. " How remarkable, " he says before letting go of your hand. You quickly pull your hand towards your self, as if he had burned you. Aro looks over to the brunet sitting on the throne who gives him a small nod. Aro then looks over at Felix and lets out a hysterical giggle. "They are mates," the brunet groans out as he continues to stare at the wall, clearly uninterested. Felix immediately snaps his head towards you. Sure, he noticed that something was wrong when he first mate you but he didn't think that you'd be his mate. " Mate? " you ask.
"You are partners of a sort. Bound together by your soul." Aro explains as he keeps glancing between you and Felix. The blond ' master ' lets out a groan as he rolls his eyes. Not everyone is happy with this new partnership. "What do you mean she's my new partner? She tried to kill me last week!" Felix says as he takes a step closer to Aro. Anger is written all over his face which in result makes him look even more imitating. You take a step back as you flinch slightly at his sudden outburst.
"Well, that surely was not very kind of Y/n but mates bonds cannot be broken," Aro says. "So it sounds like your problem." Felix shakes his head and takes a moment to collect himself, not wanting to get too angry with the masters. His fists clench and unclench by his side. He walks over to you with quick strides. He lays a hand on your shoulder and pulls you along with him and out of the throne room, leaving the masters and guards baffled behind. You don't even try to fight him, knowing that it's useless.
He doesn't stop walking and pulling you along until he is in a quiet part of the halls. He quickly lets go of you and starts pacing around you. You stand there still confused and looking at the angry vampire before you. "So mates, huh?" you say as you try to break the uncomfortable silence. Felix quickly wipes around, looking you up and down. He shakes his head before running his hands through his short hair. "I am too sober for this," he says.
"You don't even drink," you say softly. You still aren't comfortable around him. The fact that he can easily kill you, and probably wants to, is way too obvious to you to forget. He shrugs, removing his hands from his hands and crossing them over his chest instead. He looks, even more, imitating now. "Maybe I should start," he says.
You look around you in the hallway. You spot a stone bench a couple of feet away. You walk over to it and sit down on it, resting your elbows on your knees so that you can prop your head up on your hands. "Would that even work?" you ask. "Do you get drunk if you drink blood from someones who's drunk?". Felix doesn't even answer you. He just stands there and looks at you, questioning what he did in life to deserve a human as his mate.
Neither of you say anything for the next ten minutes, both stuck in your own thoughts. Sure, Felix is hot. Extremely fucking hot. But he also an asshole who you almost killed a week ago and who probably has you on top of his kill list now. "I'm gonna go home now," you say before standing up. Felix turns to you and shakes his head. "You cannot leave, you are my mate. You need to stay here,"
"Good thing that I didn't ask for your opinion," you say as you start walking into a random direction. To be honest, you have no idea how to get out of this maze of a castle, but Felix doesn't need to know that. "I'm going to go home whenever I please," you call out to him. Felix quickly catches up to you. He lays a hand on your arm to try and keep you to stay. You quickly shrug his hand of you, turn to him and hiss at him.
"Did...Did you just hiss at me?" he laughs. You give his arm a small punch, which hurts you more than him. Stupid vampires. You cross your arms over your chest and stop walking. "Yeah, I did.". Felix shakes his head. Every bit of anger that he had in him has now left him. Clearly, that thinking session you had did him good. "Are you actually going to leave?" he asks. Something in his voice almost sounds disappointed. You nod.
Felix lets out a sigh before quickly picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder in a fireman-carry sort of manner. "Hey! Let me down!" you yell as you start punching his back. It doesn't do anything to him, though. He shakes his head and starts walking towards his room. "You can't do this!".
"Keep fighting human, maybe you will tire yourself out," he says. You stop your attack on his back, realizing that it's useless. You let yourself go limp in his arms. He readjusts you ever so slightly on his shoulder so that you laying a bit more comfortable. You let out a sigh. "Would you like me to get you some food? Or perhaps a movie to watch?" Felix asks. You don't want to give into him, but your stomach is rumbling and you do want to watch a movie. " Yeah, " you sigh.
He lets a laugh rumble through his chest. You feel the vibrations through his shoulders. "Alright, I will get that all sorted out," he says. Maybe he isn't so bad. Maybe you can actually like him. "If you promise that you will not try to kill me again,". Asshole.
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SS7 - KTH, FANTASY!AU, 3623w
The sun was high in the sky when Taehyung met her for the first time. He was feeling the effects of the heat under his cloak and took some time to squat under the shade of a large, drooping tree.
Losing his chaperone was starting to seem like a bad decision as he rubbed at his growling stomach. He wasn’t certain that he could remember the last time he was hungry for this long. Normally, in the palace, he would have eaten at least a snack by now while the kitchen staff prepared lunch for him and his mother. But with only the palace towers visible against the northern mountains, he knew he wouldn’t get back until at least dinner time. Maybe longer.
He dozed off to fight the hunger pangs briefly only to be woken by the sound rustling. The stories about ferocious wolves he sometimes read from his chaperone's library came flooding back to him. He still wasn’t old enough or far enough in training to carry a sword like the knights at the palace did, so there was no way to defend himself against an attack. Did wolves even like the taste of princes, he wondered with watery eyes.
The rustling grew louder and he began to cry in earnest. He didn’t know much about wolves, but he did know that at some point his chaperone tried to teach him about the wildlife in the kingdom’s terrain. If only he’d listened instead of doodling on the margins of his parchment. Taehyung dropped his head to whisper a silent prayer to the gods like he sometimes heard the maids do over his bed when he got chills in the winter.
If he made it out of this, he promised to study harder, stay with his chaperone, and stop playing tricks on the palace seamstress.
A twig snapped and he screamed a high and childish sound. Then from the bushes emerged not a wolf, but another child.
Instantly he could tell the child was clearly not from any of the allying kingdoms. There was no gold woven into her cloak or lacework on the bodice of her gown, nor were there any pearls or smaller jewels sewn into the hem of her skirts. Instead the girl before him stood with a dirty face and a thin, greying frock with a dusty looking apron tied to her front. It reminded him of something some of the servant girls in the palace might wear. And then he thought of home and how far he was from it.
And then he started to cry again.
“You’ve got some funny clothes,” the girl mumbled almost to herself as she approached. “What you cryin' for?”
Taehyung couldn’t do much else but give a wet cough and keep crying in response.
“M’hungryyy,” he managed between heaving sobs.
“Oh, why didn’t you say so?”
The girl reached out and grabbed at Taehyung’s arm, quickly at first and then softer a second time to marvel at the smooth silk of his sleeve. He would have balked at the sudden intrusion, but the crying made his throat sore and he was still whimpering too much to say anything.
He let the other child pull him down some invisible path, ducking under low hanging branches and pushing through high weeds until they reached a small clearing with a gently babbling brook running through it.
“Water!”
Taehyung chucked himself to the ground and pulled off his leather gloves to cup the cool water in his hands. The girl watched off to the side as he drank until he was no longer feeling like he was being baked alive in his velvet trousers. When he stood, she stared at the dirt clinging to the knees of his pants.
“Wait here,” she said before turning on her heel and disappearing further into the surrounding shrubbery.
Taehyung almost panicked but she returned not a few minutes later with her apron gathered awkwardly in her two hands.
“Why are you holding it like that?”
“I’ve got you something.” The smile she gave him was so large it made her eyes small. She was missing a front tooth, just like him. She must have 7 birthdays as well.
Taehyung found himself trying to peek into the makeshift basket of her apron.
“No peeking! Sit first, then I’ll show you.”
Taehyung bristled. “You can’t tell me what to do! I’m the prin—”
“Are you hungry or not?”
With that, he pursed his lips and mulled over his options before settling back down on the ground. Once he was seated, the girl sat down as well. As soon as she was low enough, Taehyung could see exactly what she was hiding. In her apron lay dozens of wild strawberries, each one glistening like a large ruby in the afternoon sun. He realized then that the material of her apron was darkened with what must be water from the brook that she used to wash the berries first.
“These are my favorite,” he looked back up at her in shock. “How did you know,” he asked sincerely.
“I dunno. I just knew they were there. Sometimes I eat them when I’m out here and we've no bread in the house.”
“What? Why wouldn’t you have any bread?” Taehyung chuckles at the ridiculous thought and scoops up a handful of berries. “Just ask the cook to bake you some.”
“What cook? You mean my Ma?”
“Why on earth would your mother make the bread?”
“Well, who else is gonna make it? She says I’m too young yet to put the loaf the fire by myself.”
Taehyung couldn’t find fault with the girl’s logic when she put it that way, though he also couldn’t quite wrap his head around the idea of his own mother in the kitchen. The few times she’d tried to go in, the cooks promptly chased her out. He’d have to ask when he got home.
“Oh!" He chirped, cheeks slightly grubby with berries. "Do you know how to get back to the palace?”
“The palace,” the girl asked while chewing on a strawberry of her own. “I don’t think so. I’ve never been there, I thought only adults went to the palace.”
“I live there.”
“No, you don’t! Only the king and his family live at the palace.”
“The king is my father, so of course I live there.”
The girl was silent again. She stared for a long time at Taehyung’s clean, neat brown hair, his un-tattered clothes, his delicate beaded shoes. She still wasn't sure he was telling the truth until she saw his hands.
“Woah! You really are from the palace!”
She reached out for the hand nearest to her but he yanked it back fearfully.
“Just let me see your hand. I want to see something.”
“No!”
Taehyung gulped and brough his hand to his chest. He knew he wasn’t supposed to take his gloves off outside of the palace, but he was so excited to see fresh water and food that he took them off and forgot to put them back on. The girl stood up and let the remaining berries fall to the ground, leaving small blood-red stains on her apron. If he didn’t fend her off, he’d have to deal with the burning and the splotches again.
“I just want to see really quick. I won’t do anything bad.”
“If you touch me, my skin will get sick,” he parroted the dialogue he heard from the town herbalist told him, nearly 3 suns ago.
“Really?”
He was about to explain more but the girl ambushed him by tackling him to the ground. The air in his lungs was knocked out and he could only lay there at first to get his bearings back. With the sleeve of his silk shirt rucked up, the girl grabbed his bare wrist delicately and peered at his hand. The skin of his palm was free of calluses or scars, smooth and soft. His nails were clean with no soot or soil wedged underneath. Just like her Ma had told her. He truly was a prince.
Taehyung yanked his wrist back and clutched it once more, waiting for the pain to start. But as the seconds passed, his skin remained free of the prickly fire that would raise underneath when his mother used to stroke his cheek or the herbalist would check his pulse.
“What are you,” he breathed with wide eyes up her.
“What?”
“I mean, why doesn’t my skin burn?”
“Does it really burn? I thought you were just pretending,” she blinked in surprise.
Taehyung was about to grab at the girl himself this time, but a call rang through the forest.
“Your Majesty! Taehyung, your grace! Are you here?”
The voice of his chaperone, Namjoon, should have been a welcome sound. But now that he was no longer tired, overheated, or hungry, Taehyung didn’t really feel like going home as badly as he had. In fact, he wanted to spend more time with his new friend. Happiness bubbled inside him at the thought. He could finally have a friend to play with now that he was cured. He could finally get rid of his stuffy gloves and hooded cloaks and go on adventures with someone.
“Who’s Taehyung?”
“Me! I’m Taehyung.” He puffed out his chest proudly. “I’m the first in line to the throne. So I’ll be king one day.”
“Oh. Alright.”
Taehyung pointed a chubby finger in the direction of the sound. “That’s my chaperone, Namjoon. Come on, I’ll let you meet him. He’s nice and he knows everything.”
He grabbed at the girl’s hand first this time. He marveled at the simple warmth he felt, a sensation he hadn’t felt for years without a fiery blaze accompanying it soon after. He smiled down at his fingers intertwined with hers.
“Namjoon, I’m here!”
“Don’t move,” Namjoon's disembodied voice called.
The sound of twigs snapping and flora brushing continued for a few more minutes before a young man of 21 came stumbling through. He nearly fell over a distended tree root while making his way over, but as soon as he righted himself he came charging at Taehyung. Realizing that he had sent his chaperone into a rage, Taehyung ran to hide behind his new friend, still clutching her hand.
“I’ve been looking for you for hours, Kim Taehyung. Do you hear me? Hours!”
“I’m sorry!”
“And now I see that you’ve managed to drag some poor child into your mischief as well.” Namjoon peered down his nose at the two children in front of him when he saw Taehyung’s bare hand nestled in the little girl’s hand.
“What are you doing—where are your gloves?”
Namjoon turned to search the forest floor for the handcrafted leather gloves that always traveled with the prince when he left his chambers or received company. He spotted the deep red garments strewn about nearby and dove for them.
“Put these back on,” he hissed before reaching out and yanking the young prince over to his side. Taehyung whined a little but let Namjoon mandhandle him away from his friend.
“How long have you been touching? Do you feel fit to ride on my horse?”
“Namjoon—”
“I’m afraid we’re too far from the palace to prevent the sickness this time, your majesty. You may faint on the ride back.”
“No, you don’t understand—”
“How many times do I have to tell you that you need to keep your gloves if you’re going to be free of the sickness?”
Namjoon looked into Taehyung’s face openly, clearly dreading seeing the little prince in pain.
“But I’m cured, Namjoon! We touched hands before—a long time ago—and I didn’t feel a thing. Look!”
Taehyung held out his arm and showed the smooth, clear skin there. Namjoon looked angry still but turned to the little girl.
“Is this true?”
She averted her eyes and curtsied like her mother had shown her to do in front of important people. Judging by this chaperone Namjoon’s clothing, he might be a prince as well.
“Yes, your Majesty.”
“Oh, I’m not—”
“Huh?” Taehyung looked up at his guardian before letting a giggle spill from between his lips. “He’s not royal, he’s just my chaperone.”
“What’s a chaperone?”
“It’s the person that follows you around when you leave the grounds or when you have to visit another palace’s prince or princess. Don’t you have one?”
Namjoon shushed Taehyung before the small girl could answer. Of course she didn’t have a chaperone, but Taehyung wouldn't have known that.
“Taehyung, your Majesty, we really must be going back to the palace. I fear that the queen may worry herself ill if we do not return soon.”
“And what of my friend?”
Namjoon didn’t have the heart to tell Taehyung that there was no way he could bring a common child back to the palace to play. Nor did he have the heart to explain why in front of the common child herself.
“There...is no room on my horse this time. Perhaps you’ll meet again when you finally make your debut in the village.”
Taehyung’s eyes grew wide at what was supposed to be Namjoon’s reassuring statement. He’d heard from his advisors enough times that he wouldn’t be debuting in the town until his 18th birthday, nearly Namjoon’s age. That would be ages from now, he knew. Which meant that he’d have to endure playing alone and wearing itchy layers and gloves and cloaks for another 11 birthdays.
“But—but I don’t want to leave her,” Taehyung sniffled as Namjoon hefted him up onto his hip. Namjoon ignored the beginning of the tears in favor of looking back down at the girl in front of him.
“Do you know how to get home from here, child?”
“Yes...sir.”
“Good.” He reached for a small animal skin pouch tied to his opposite hip and untied its leather drawstrings. The pouched jingled when he passed it to her and weighed heavy in her hands. “Hide this in your apron and don’t take it out until you get inside your home. Understood?”
The small girl chanced a look at Taehyung, whose lip was quivering with the silent dribble of frustrated tears, before nodding.
Namjoon turned and began making his way back to the horse he had tied nearby. Taehyung whipped his head around and dug his little hands into the hood of Namjoon’s deep blue cloak.
“I don’t want to leave, Namjoon.” Taehyung’s voice was watery but rang loud through the trees. “I want to stay with my friend. I’m going to stay with my friend!”
It was an empty promise, but the young girl still locked eyes with him and even gave a little wave as she watched the prince and his chaperone disappear into the tree line.
3 weeks later you woke from your slumber to the grey-blue of early morning. Judging by the sky’s hue, you were certain you should be allowed at least a few more hours of sleep. But, at your mother’s request, you rose from your bed.
You wanted to complain about it not being fair, but you were too sleepy to think up a good complaint. So you let your mother drag a wet rag along your face and hands, and silently marveled when she put you in your good dress. You watched with sleepy eyes as she pocketed the small bag of gold coins you brought home nearly a month ago.
“Where we goin', Ma?” You asked after leaving the baker’s with a warm chunk of fresh bread in one hand and a hunk of cheese your mother bought in the other.
“To the palace,” she replied with furrowed brows. Almost like she couldn't believe it herself.
“Why?”
“The King has asked for all the families with daughters to pay him a visit.”
The King was a mysterious entity to you. You knew that you were supposed to be grateful to him, according to your mother. But you also knew that every year your mother would become frantic and take on as many jobs as she could to pay taxes to that same King. Without a father to help earn money for the household, you were convinced your mother worked harder than anyone in the town. Your hand found a nearby pleat in her long skirt when you were done eating and you walked a bit closer to her.
When you reached the castle, there was a long line. There hadn’t been many people in town earlier in the morning when you left home but you understood why then. Every family with a daughter was lined up before the palace doors. You didn’t even realize there were so many people in the kingdom.
Your mother stood in line while you stepped to the side to get a better view of all the daughters being escorted. Some girls you recognized as girls you played with on days when you finished your chores early. Other girls you’d never seen before. You weren’t sure what you were all there for, but you knew it must have been serious.
Despite the winding line ahead of you, it still wasn't noon when there were only a few families left between you and the palace entrance. Whatever the King wanted you there for, it was quick. Families that were ahead of you entered in, ushered by stern looking guards, and left almost as quickly as they came. Some parents left looking deeply relieved but others looked disgruntled at having to spend so much of the day in line only to be dismissed by the King so quickly.
Your mother stroked your hair gently as you neared the palace gates. It was something she did to calm herself down. Knowing that much, your heartbeat jumped into your throat when the guards finally ushered you in.
The palace’s high stone walls seemed to swallow you up as the daylight left and only torches lit the way down a long passage. The first hall you entered was much brighter than the hallway thanks to the windows lining the walls that looked onto the mountains. Two families ahead of you stood before a group of palace staff and a man in a large, ornate chair. The King, you realized. To his right, in a smaller chair, sat a young boy. He looked familiar and as you moved up in line, you recalled the prince you ran into weeks before. The hand you had bunched in your mother’s skirts tightened when you realized he was telling the truth and you had tackled a real prince.
“Come forward and let his Majesty see the girl,” called one of the guards.
Your mother bowed deeply before the King before pulling you forward and pushing you into a similar bow. The two of you stepped forward with your heads lowered. The same guard stepped forward then and laid a heavy hand between your shoulder blades to bring your closer to the King.
“Father’s name?” The King addressed you, eyes bored and looking through you. You turned back to your mother with nervous eyes.
“Her father fell ill when she was only a few moons old, your Majesty,” your mother called.
“They reside in the Western quadrant, your Majesty. Near the grain fields.” Another guard off to the side read off a long scroll. “The woman does sartorial tasks for coin.”
“I see.” The King then turned to his son beside him. “Taehyung, my boy. Is this she?”
The boy hopped off his perch and approached the place where you stood. Your mother had drawn your cloak's hood up to protect you from the early morning chill, but you kept it up because it felt safer while entering the palace. Taehyung didn’t make any move to pull the hood back, but crouched low enough to peer at you with a discerning look pinching his small features. As soon as he saw you, his eyes lit up.
“It’s you! It’s really you!”
“Thank the gods,” the King sighed. “Send the rest back, then. Let us finish this.”
At once the guards not holding you and your mother in place moved from their posts to guide the two families behind you back through the hallway. There was a low murmur running through the adults of the retreating families and some of the lingering court members.
“Do you know how to read?” Taehyung turned to you suddenly as the palace staff began milling around busily.
“N-no. Ma says it costs too much to attend the school for girls in the South.”
“That’s okay. You can come to my lessons with me.”
He reached out a gloved hand and tried to pull you away, but a guard leaned down to let him know that the King still had some words to exchange with you and your mother. You tried to stay quiet while the adults discussed something about you and your mother becoming part of the palace staff and moving into a house behind the palace. At some point your mother cried a little bit, but it didn’t seem like the times when she cried because you had to skip supper multiple days in a row.
Eventually Taehyung managed to get the guards to let you go outside. In a secluded part of the palace gardens he threw off his stuffy extra layers and gloves and took you by the hand with a gigantic grin. You quickly forgot about the heavy mood that radiated off your mother from earlier and made you match her quick breathing. Taehyung scooped up a tiny frog from a pond he led you to and deposited the creature into your hands, palms brushing and bell-like giggles leaving him.
And so it began.
A/N: I really want to continue this, but idk if i will/how so this is being put in the SS collection until further notice.
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24/7 Dance Convention, Reno, NV: RESULTS
High Scores by Age:
Sidekick Solo
1st: Lauralee King-’Bigger Is Better’
2nd: Valentina Segrest-’All Is Found’
3rd: Nyla McCarthy-’Wind It Up’
4th: Nicole Soto-’Shake and Shimmy’
5th: Brecca Garcia-’Day-O’
5th: Kenlee Townsend-’Kill The Lights’
6th: Ayla Zink-’Stop’
7th: Wren Lavery-’Sweet, Sweet’
8th: Paisley Greendandl-’Worldwide Party’
9th: Marley Cliffe-’Dessert’
9th: Greta Jones-’Shake Rattle and Roll’
10th: Malia Tuaileva-’Stupid Cupid’
Mini Solo
1st: Roxie Onellion-’Drifting Down’
2nd: Isabella Kouznetsova-’Almost There’
2nd: Tiara Sherman-’And The Things Remain’
3rd: Harper Ducale-’Change Is Everything’
3rd: Winter Eberts-’Dreamlike’
3rd: Naiya Abalos-’Forces’
3rd: Cali Cassidy-’Weird People’
4th: Paizley Cogswell-’A Moment Apart’
4th: Fiona Wu-’Juliet’s Dream’
4th: Joah Moore-’Mad World’
4th: Regan Gerena-’My Boyfriend’s Back’
4th: Presley Nava-’Pure Imagination’
4th: Delilah Hewitt-’Shop Around’
5th: Peyton Nowacki-’Angels To Fly’
5th: Kylie Lawrence-’Breathe In’
5th: Tatum Brady-’Fall Creek’
5th: Everleigh Soutas-’Heartbeat’
5th: Olivia Armstrong-’Hit Me With A Hot Note’
5th: Kate Baker-’I’ll Stand By You’
5th: Aria Du-’Reddir’
5th: Elizabeth Hsu-Kwan-’Ruin’
6th: Diana Jouznetsova-’It’s In His Kiss’
6th: Hadlee Heriford-’Unbroken’
7th: Tabitha Nan-’Torn’
7th: June Newmarker-’What A Feeling’
8th: Zoey German-’On My Own’
8th: Elliana Anbardan-’Runway Walk’
8th: Joy Lin-’This Is Me’
9th: Rory Frye-’Amen’
9th: Aurora Brady-’Hit The Road Jack’
9th: Reagan Nordling-’Lemon of Pink’
10th: Khloe Kwon-’Black Pink!’
10th: Aubrey Tolentino-’Footwurkin’
10th: Holland Fraley-’Torn’
Junior Solo
1st: Gracyn French-’CoverGirl’
2nd: Laci Stoico-’Mibiso’
3rd: Makaia Roux-’Everything I Wanted’
4th: Mya Tuaileva-’Can’t Unhear’
4th: Kortlynn Rosenbaugh-’Unearthed’
5th: Hayden Olson-’Breathe’
5th: Lincoln Blakely-’What I Came to Do’
5th: Kendyl Fay-’You’ll Find A Way’
5th: Madison Ortega-’Island Song
6th: Campbell Clark-’I’ll Be Seeing You’
6th: Kylee Ngo-’Ex machina’
6th: Ciana Ciulla-’Sophrosyne’
6th: Madison Ronquillo-’White Ferrari’
6th: Rylee Young-’Lullaby’
7th: Bella Fernandez-’She Was Running’
7th: Kendall Jundt-’Awakening’
7th: Leighton Werner-’The Rose’
8th: Gigi Hipwell-’Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word’
8th: Abbi Francis-’Feel It Still’
8th: Sienna Brown-’Ballroom Blitz’
8th: Natalie Kulba-’Ascending’
8th: Stella Eberts-’Valley’
8th: Campbell Bas-’Silhouette’
9th: Anabel Alexander-’Plans We Made’
9th: Lena Chiem-’Grand Piano’
9th: Anya Inger-’Quiet Thoughts’
10th: Sunnie Pelant-’No Place Like Home’
Teen Solo
1st: Dyllan Blackburn-’Haunted’
2nd: Kaitlyn Tom-’Charity Bound’
2nd: Luke Barrett-’Eden’
2nd: Carley Thinfen-’Self Destruction’
2nd: Elle O’Donnell-’Slowly’
2nd: Imogene Elias-’Timer’
3rd: Zoe Ridge-’A Thousand Eyes’
3rd: Katy McIlwaine-’Heavy’
3rd: Cydney Heard-’I’m Going In’
3rd: Ava DeCristofaro-’Letting In’
3rd: Isabella Warfield-’Nicest Thing’
3rd: Jenna Koblin-’Ultralight Beam’
4th: Kaitlyn Ortega-’All Human Beings’
4th: Sami Sonder-’Fever’
4th: Brooklyn Sandlin-’Hollow’
4th: Siena Riga-’Naked’
4th: Mason Walker-’Touch’
5th: Ali McKeown-’All I Ask’
5th: Lilly McCollum-’Control’
5th: Raina Wu-’Looking In’
5th: Kamryn Webb-’Take Me Out’
6th: Mikaella Lopez-’Mind In Flight’
6th: Dayanara Vega-’Skin’
6th: Amanda J. Lai-’The Journey, Not The Destination’
6th: Zuzu Duchon-’Twelfth of Never’
6th: Riley Cooke-’Yellow’
6th: Aiden Boquiren-’You Will Be Found’
7th: Olivia Magni-’Moonlight Sonata’
7th: Sebastian Hsu-Kwan-’My Identity’
7th: Julissa Ortiz-’Never Knock’
7th: Felix Fulton-’Rome’
8th: Tiffany Robinson-’Human Touch’
8th: Milana Zamora-’Hypnosis’
8th: Ellyana Lor-’Rise of the Phoenix’
8th: Zoey Garcia-’Slappers’
8th: Claire Kaplan-’Suspended’
8th: Avery Reyes-’The Garden’
9th: Bella Machado-’Everybody Got Their Something’
9th: Aaliyah Wiley-’If I Ain’t Got You’
10th: Tyler Chiyuto-’Glitch’
10th: Deanna Zarkova-’Love Song’
10th: Gabbie Carrozza-’Unbroken’
Senior Solo
1st: Zach Burk-’2/21/21′
1st: Selena Hamilton-’Keep an Eye Out’
2nd: Kendall Pangburn-’Secret’
2nd: Anna Miller-’50 Ways’
2nd: Perris Amento-’Addicted to Love’
3rd: Charlotte Foldes-’Shock To Us All’
3rd: Priscilla Tom-’The Blues’
3rd: Milan Furtado-’Peace of Mind’
4th: Gianna Van Den Bosch-’Feel’
4th: Shane Higa-’Superpower’
4th: Camille Fehr-’Till Now’
5th: Kadynce Ross-’Findings’
5th: Kaylee Feierfeil-’Lasting Lover’
5th: Amanda Taylor-’What Is Happening To Me’
5th: Kacie De La Rose-’What’s Poppin’
6th: Lauren Wallingford-’Entanglement’
6th: Izzy Burton-’For All We Know’
6th: Kolton Cross-’Get Your Head In The Game?’
6th: Reese Taylor-’Pink’
6th: Madeline Underwood-’Power of Love’
7th: Mia Hurtz-’Don’t Worry About Me’
7th: John Mays-’Kash’
7th: Amara Tedford-’Stand By Me’
7th: Bianca Capanna-’Unchained Melody’
8th: Grace Glass-’All My Friends’
8th: Stella von Borck-’Hater’
9th: Christina Laude-’Black Ships’
9th: Hanna Clark-’Close To You’
9th: Galilee Nelson-’Everything I Wanted’
9th: Kaitlyn Hong-’I Try’
9th: Cassie Brown-’Ransom’
9th: Delaney Davis-’Shades of Cool’
10th: Noelani Kreider-’Fade’
10th: Alivia Elliot-’My Mistake’
10th: Makenna Bilodeaux-’Oops’
10th: Mallory Davis-’Put It On Me’
Mini Duo/Trio
1st: HYPE Dance Studio-’American Boy’
2nd: Project 21-’I Am The Cute One’
3rd: Pave School of The Arts-’Blow’
3rd: Sweaty Shelly Natomas Dance and Fitness-’Everybody Dance Now’
Junior Duo/Trio
1st: Dance Unlimited Boise-’Me and My Shadow’
2nd: Yoko’s Dance and Performing Arts Academy-’Bring You Home’
3rd: Creative Edge Dance Studio-’Chapstick’
Teen Duo/Trio
1st: DNA Dance Collective-’Tapout’
2nd: Pave School of The Arts-’Amen’
3rd: Dance Attack!-Los Gatos-’Dive In The Water’
Senior Duo/Trio
1st: Elite Studio of Dance-’Layers’
2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Woman’
3rd: Core Connection Dance Company-’Take Over’
Sidekick Group
1st: Echo School of Dance-’It’s My Party’
2nd: Echo School of Dance-’Tonight Belongs To You’
3rd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Hard Knock Life’
Mini Group
1st: Project 21-’Fan Tan Fannie’
2nd: Pave School of The Arts-’Swine’
2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’We Go To Work’
3rd: Echo School of Dance-’We Comin’
Junior Group
1st: Project 21-’Stuff Like That There’
2nd: Project 21-’No Fear But Anticipation’
3rd: Project 21-’Wegue’
Teen Group
1st: Project 21-’Girls, Girls, Girls’
2nd: Project 21-’Bring On The Men’
3rd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Stand Up’
Senior Group
1st: Project 21-’We Can, We Will’
2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’SR HH”
3rd: HYPE Dance Studio-’Silence’
Sidekick Line
1st: HYPE Dance Studio-’ABC’
2nd: HYPE Dance Studio-’We Got The Beat’
Mini Line
1st: Project 21-’Dive In The Pool’
2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Drip or Down’
2nd: Pave School of The Arts-’The List’
3rd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Candy Man’
Junior Line
1st: Project 21-’Proud Mary’
2nd: HYPE Dance Studio-’Get Up Off That Thang’
3rd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Lost On You’
Teen Line
1st: Project 21-’Post That’
2nd: HYPE Dance Studio-’Can U Feel The Beat’
2nd: Dance Attack!-Los Gatos-’Never Be Mine’
2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Nine One Six’
2nd: Project 21-’The Dictator’s Dream’
3rd: California Dance Company-’Back Alley’
Senior Line
1st: Dance Attack!-Los Gatos-’Next To You’
2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Did Something Bad’
3rd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Fergalicious’
Teen Extended Line
1st: Project 21-’Desoleil’
2nd: HYPE Dance Studio-’Pressure’
High Scores by Performance Division:
Sidekick Jazz
1st: Echo School of Dance-’Tonight Belongs To You’ 2nd: HYPE Dance Studio-’We Got The Beat’ 2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Yankee Doodle Dandee’
Sidekick Hip-Hop
1st: Echo School of Dance-’It’s My Party’ 2nd: HYPE Dance Studio-’ABC’
Sidekick Tap
Elite Studio of Dance-’Hard Knock Life’
Mini Jazz
1st: Project 21-’Dive In The Pool’ 2nd: Pave School of The Arts-’Swine’ 3rd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Candy Man’
Mini Hip-Hop
1st: Elite Studio of Dance-’Drip or Down’ 2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’We Go To Work’ 3rd: Echo School of Dance-’We Comin’
Mini Tap
1st: Elite Studio of Dance-’Mr. Postman’ 2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’What You Want’ 3rd: Sweaty Shelly Natomas Dance and Fitness-’Pennies from Heaven’
Mini Contemporary
1st: Pave School of The Arts-’The List’ 2nd: Echo School of Dance-’Warrior’
Mini Lyrical
1st: Elite Studio of Dance-’Wind Beneath My Wings’ 2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Somewhere We Know’ 3rd: Core Connection Dance Company-’Somewhere Only We Know’
Mini Musical Theatre
Project 21-’Fan Tan Fannie’
Junior Jazz
1st: Project 21-’Proud Mary’ 2nd: Project 21-’Stuff Like That There’ 3rd: HYPE Dance Studio-’You Got The Look’
Junior Ballet
Denisa’s School of Dance-’Warrior’
Junior Hip-Hop
1st: Echo School of Dance-’Swagg Out’ 2nd: HYPE Dance Studio-’Diamond Block’
Junior Tap
1st: HYPE Dance Studio-’Get Up Off That Thang’ 2nd: Sweaty Shelly Natomas Dance and Fitness-’Don’t Want To Dance Alone’ 2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Dear Future Husband’
Junior Contemporary
1st: Project 21-’No Fear But Anticipation’ 2nd: HYPE Dance Studio-’How Will I Know’ 3rd: Sweaty Shelly Natomas Dance and Fitness-’All I Know’
Junior Specialty
1st: Project 21-’Wegue’ 2nd: Sweaty Shelly Natomas Dance and Fitness-’Night Fight’
Teen Jazz
1st: Project 21-’Bring On The Men’ 1st: Project 21-’Post That’ 2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Diva’ 3rd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Show Me’
Teen Ballet
Elite Studio of Dance-’Counterpoise’
Teen Hip-Hop
1st: HYPE Dance Studio-’Pressure’ 2nd: HYPE Dance Studio-’Can U Feel The Beat’ 2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Nine One Six’ 3rd: California Dance Company-’Back Alley’
Teen Tap
1st: Dance Attack!-Los Gatos-’Sir Duke’ 2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Just Fine’ 3rd: HYPE Dance Studio-’Beggin’
Teen Contemporary
1st: Project 21-’Girls, Girls, Girls’ 1st: Project 21-’Desoleil’ 2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Stand Up’ 3rd: Project 21-’The Dictator’s Dream’ 3rd: Dance Attack!-Los Gatos-’Never Be Mine’
Teen Lyrical
California Dance Company-’Amen’
Teen Musical Theatre
Sweaty Shelly Natomas Dance and Fitness-’Shaking The Blues Away’
Teen Ballroom
Dance Attack!-Los Gatos-’Baila’
Senior Jazz
Elite Studio of Dance-’Lip Gloss’
Senior Hip-Hop
1st: Elite Studio of Dance-’SR HH” 2nd: Core Connection Dance Company-’Bay Area’
Senior Tap
1st: Elite Studio of Dance-’Fergalicious’ 2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Bad Guy’
Senior Contemporary
1st: Project 21-’We Can, We Will’ 2nd: Dance Attack!-Los Gatos-’Next To You’ 3rd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Did Something Bad’
Senior Jazz
Elite Studio of Dance-’Lip Gloss’
11 O’Clock:
Sidekick
Echo School of Dance-’It’s My Party’
HYPE Dance Studio-’ABC’
Elite Studio of Dance-’Hard Knock Life’
Mini
Project 21-’Dive In The Pool’
Pave School of The Arts-’The List’
Elite Studio of Dance-’Drip or Down’
Junior
Sweaty Shelly Natomas Dance and Fitness-’All I Know’
HYPE Dance Studio-’Get Up Off That Thang’
Project 21-’Proud Mary’
Elite Studio of Dance-’Lost On You’
Teen
Dance Attack!-Los Gatos-’Never Be Mine’
Echo School of Dance-’Da Girl Gang’
California Dance Company-’Back Alley’
HYPE Dance Studio-’Pressure’
Elite Studio of Dance-’Stand Up’
Project 21-’Girls, Girls, Girls’
Senior
Dance Attack!-Los Gatos-’Next To You’
Elite Studio of Dance-’Did Something Bad’
HYPE Dance Studio-’Silence’
Echo School of Dance-’I Lost A Friend’
Core Connection Dance Company-’Heartless’
Project 21-’We Can, We Will’
Studio Showcase:
Sweaty Shelly Natomas Dance and Fitness-’Untouchable’
Project 21-’Girls, Girls, Girls’
HYPE Dance Studio-’Pressure’
Elite Studio of Dance-’Stand Up’
Echo School of Dance-’I Lost A Friend’
Core Connection Dance Company-’Heartless’
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WIP Wednesday 6-2-21
Thanks for the tag, @ao719!
Life has been busy with work, the parentals, my nephew’s birthday AND kindergarten graduation, AND my parents’ 58th wedding anniversary. But I have been fitting in writing where and when I can.
Lap Dance and Friday Night Chat are almost finished. Progress is being made on Dirty Thoughts, Remixed, and the Platinum/TRR crossover. And below are three WIPs NO ONE asked for, but I’m writing anyway.
Disclaimer: everything is a rough draft, and final product may differ.
Everything is under the cut.
A Day in the Life (original, non-Choices related story):
She had overslept, thanks to a late night of Candy Crushing and her mobile’s battery running out of juice overnight, leaving her with no alarm to welcome her to Monday’s 6 a.m. It was not helpful that this Monday, of all days, was one of the most important days in the solicitor’s office where she worked. Her boss, Jonathan Thompson-Baker, was first chair on an investigation into members of Parliament in a case involving fraud, embezzlement, and possible prostitution.
There had been a write-up in The Guardian and BBC coverage for crying out loud. All personnel were expected to be in the office, and as Old Man Thompson’s personal secretary, Vic was to set the standard. Calling out was not an option.
Traffic had been horrible as Vic maneuvered her 10-year-old Mini Cooper through tight streets, making her way from her East End flat to South Kensington. Blackwell was a decent enough neighborhood, but it did have some gritty sections.
At least it wasn’t Hackney.
With one hand clutching the steering wheel and the other haphazardly shoving a breakfast of kippers and crisps into her mouth, Vic checked her reflection at traffic stops and red lights.
It wasn’t looking good.
Her shoulder-length blondish-brown hair hung limp and damp; the overpriced volumizing shampoo wasn’t working.
Her green eyes were bleary behind the lenses of her tortoise-shell glasses.
A breakout of pimples on her cheeks signaled that it would soon be time for her monthly visit with Mother Nature.
Her lips were thin, dry, and cracked without lipstick. Vic was closer to 40 than 30, and this morning she looked every minute of it.
Out of Time (TRR sci-fi AU)
The Night Before the Royal Wedding
“Everything changes tomorrow,” Liam murmured as he stared up at an ink black sky. Stars twinkled and glittered; the full moon bathed the woods in a silvery light. The night air was cool with the lightest of breezes.
The King and future groom was lying on his back in the woods that backed onto the rear of the Palace with his three closest friends. Drake’s cabin was exactly one mile east of the copse of trees they were sitting in; it was known as Caspian’s Crossing.
The legend was that Caspian was coming through the woods, on his way to meet his lover from a warring clan at a beach bordering the Azure Sea when he was captured by the Elders of his tribe and declared both disloyal and dishonorable. Caspian struggled and fought to no avail. Before he was marched back to his village to be put to death, the Elders offered to spare his life in exchange for the name and location of his lover; Caspian refused.
He knew they would kill her as well.
Standing before his fellow villagers, his head held firmly in the grip of the lunette of a guillotine, Caspian’s last wish was for his love to know how much he loved her. He whispered her name with his last breath.
His lover cried so many tears over his not showing and probable demise, they built a waterfall known as Forgotten Falls. Caspian’s love was now known as the Lady of Waterfall, granting her blessing to all the lovers who plunged from her heights.
Over the centuries, it was rumored that when the moon was full and the planets aligned just so, Caspian would appear to grant heart’s desires; however, Liam, Drake, Maxwell, and Olivia had been coming to the woods since they were teenagers and had never seen anyone or anything other than the occasional wild creature.
What Remains (Driam)
The pendulum of the grandfather clock swung to and fro; the ticking of its hands across the dial sounding like a hammer hitting marble. It was too loud. Or perhaps the room was too quiet.
The man squinted into the dim light of the shadowy room as he looked around. The curtains were still parted despite the rapid onset of dusk; the day’s earlier sunshine which had mocked him was making its way to the other side of the world.
He wandered over the to the nightstand, reaching for the tumbler of liquor with one hand; he shoved his free hand into his pant pocket. The alcohol burned his throat while tears burned his eyes. He knew his friends … their friends ... had returned from running errands and were in the kitchen, cooking. He could smell something savory and garlicky through the closed door.
He wasn’t hungry.
His eyes fell on the picture that his lover had always kept on the bedside table. It was them in silhouette, foreheads touching and arms encircling each other’s waist.
“I want it to be the first thing I see in the morning,” his lover explained with a blush on his cheeks.
“Even before me?” the man had asked in mock hurt.
“Nothing comes before you,” his lover murmured before pulling him in for a kiss.
And now he was gone.
Forever.
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The Ignorant Beauty & the Beast of New York - Ch. 21
PAIRING: MOB!STEVE ROGERS X READER
SYNOPSIS: You love biology. The study of life excites you. But you hate people. Especially the ones that like to stick their nose in your business. Too bad the King of Brooklyn didn’t get the memo.
MASTERLIST
A/N: I am so sorry that I wasn’t able to reply to everyone’s comments last chapter. I didn’t have much time and when I did I thought I was too late. I’m really sorry for that, but I want everyone to know that I really appreciated them!
Moonlight Serenade
Your eyes burn from the brightness of your phone.
It’s late, sometime around ten. The notes you were revising were left abandoned on the desk as you retreated into the depths of your bed, buried deep inside the blankets and pillows. You mindlessly wander from one app to another, trying to pass the time and refusing to go to sleep. A ritual you performed every night before falling asleep at an ungodly hour.
You open the messages app. Steve’s contact, decorated with an array of emojis, was at the top, bolded, and with the number “10” next to it.
Of course, he had sent more messages than just ten. These were just the latest that you had decided not to open. You left him on read for the past two days and knew for a fact that he was probably ripping his hair out at this point.
Writhe in your misery, Rogers.
Your finger hovers over his name. It feels good and bad all at the same time. You were too stubborn to admit it, but you missed him dearly.
The aroma of bergamot and olive blossom that came off him when he pulled you in for a hug. The lilt in his voice when he whined for another kiss.
It was the little things about him that you missed the most. That made your heart flutter and feel heavy at the same time.
It’s a foreign sensation. You were no dummy, you knew what it was. You were simply scared out of your mind.
“Maybe I should reply, ” you whispered to yourself then shake your head. “ No, he deserves it, ” you close the app. You swipe through the pages and sigh. “ But I miss him, ” you mumble with a frown. You open the messages app again and stare at his name and the trail of words underneath.
I know I’m stupid, but–
“Yeah, you’re stupid, but so am I, ” you thought. “ Let me call him, ” you go to the call icon in the corner.
“No, he has to call you. Don’t take the first step,” your conscious speaks.
You grumble from your inability to make a decision and slam your phone on the side table face down. You snuggle deeper into the blankets until it’s up to your nose.
“Boys are bad. Sleep is good,” you yawn.
Suddenly, a loud bang comes at the window making you jump out of bed. You stand at the edge of the window and peek at the corner to find a stupidly familiar face. You groan loudly and slide the window up.
“What is wrong with you? Are you trying to break my window?!” you whisper-shouted at him.
Steve gives you a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I have a strong arm, haha.”
You push the window down.
“No wait,” he pleads with an outstretched hand. “Please? Just listen to me this one time?”
You pause and wait for him to speak. He doesn’t say anything. “Well? I’m waiting.”
He stands straight, the streetlight above him casting a shadowed light over him. “How have you been?”
No reply.
“Tough crowd,” he murmurs with a chuckle, before clearing his throat again. “Okay, um, so I’ve never done this before and I’m only going to do it once. So listen closely.”
You roll your eyes at him and cross your arms. “Just get on with it.”
He nods and begins to sing softly. "Oh baby, baby, how was I supposed to know?"
He grows louder, gaining confidence with every word.
"That something wasn't right!"
Your eyes grow wide and jaw drops. A deep red scatters on your cheeks as you stand there dumbfounded. Steve keeps singing, off-tune with every ounce of energy in him. It’s oddly endearing, warming your heart with every note he sings off-key. But it’s not worth waking up the entire apartment complex.
You stick your head out the window "Steve stop! You're gonna get in trouble!" you hiss.
He refuses to listen and continues, really starting to feel the song with his hips.
"Show me how you want it to be. Tell me, baby, cause I need to know now oh because,"
Another window slides up and an old man sticks his head out. "Who the hell is that?" he barks, “Don't make me come down there!"
"Hey, asshole,” a woman shouts, “Shut up before I call the police!”
"My loneliness is killing me!" Steve keeps singing. “And I! I must confess I still believe, ~still believe~.” he screeches.
He’s fearless and shameless.
“Hey, you!” the grouchy woman shouts at you. “Is he yours?”
You cover your face in embarrassment, your face hotter than pepper.
"When I'm not with you I lose my mind,” he points at you. “Give me a sign!” he spreads his arms out. “Hit me, baby, one more time!”
"Steve get your butt up here right now!"
He stops immediately with the dumbest smile on his face. “Really?”
“Quit looking at me dumbass and get up here!”
He nods and runs to the door. After giving your neighbors an apologetic smile, you quickly slam the window shut. You walk over to the door and buzz Steve in. You pace in front of the door, nervously biting your nails. You’ve never been so embarrassed in your entire life. A single knock comes at the door and you swing it wide open.
Your lips twist into a scowl at the sight of him. "You are absolutely, most definitely, the worst–"
Steve cuts you off by slamming his lips onto yours. He holds your heated face in his cold hands. You melt into his arms, your knees grow weak, as he kisses you with every ounce of passion in him.
You push him away gently to catch a breath. "Wow," you whispered breathily.
A pompous grin spreads on his face. "You wanna repeat that, princess?"
You avert your gaze. “I hate you,” you pout.
"Baby, I'm sorry. Please give me another chance?"
"I shouldn't.”
He turns so you’re looking at him. He takes your hands in his. "You should,” he whines, bringing them to his lips. “Haven’t you tortured me enough?”
You break character. You always did when it came to him. "Kiss me like that again and I might reconsider,” you tell him with a smirk.
In a blink of an eye, your back hits the wall softly as Steve takes your lips in a fiery, passionate kiss. Your hands work around his body, sliding over every line of his perfect physique until they wrapped around his neck.
Unexpectedly, his hand drifts to your hips, pulling you closer to him. He began nuzzling your neck with kisses. So faint, they were like whispers. Your breath quickens. Your body grows weak in surrender to him. His head was angled slightly to the side as his lips came closer and closer to yours.
Lips parted, your breath mingled with his. Your heart flutters against your chest.
When he looks at you with his ocean blue eyes, you realize that strange feeling you were so scared of was never something to fear.
Steve was all logic and cool until your skin brushed against his. Then something not only stirred him but overtook his thinking. The only thing that mattered was touching you more, kissing your mouth, worshipping every part of you for all its worth.
When his name escapes your bruised red lips, voice sweet and breathless, laced with desire, Steve realized that you were the half that made him whole.
Sunlight shines through the curtains, rather distractingly.
You grumble softly, covering your face with the sheet and nuzzle your nose into Steve’s bare chest.
“You gonna sleep all day?” he chuckles.
“What’s it to you?” you mumble against him with a frown.
He chuckles. “Damn, did I wear you out that bad?”
You slap him on the chest.
“I was just joking.”
“I don’t like your jokes,” you grumble, turning over to your side.
He follows you, slipping his arm underneath and around you. “Baby,” he nuzzles his nose into the curve of your neck.
“Stevie,” you whine, “I wanna sleep.”
He pulls you closer until your back is taut with his chest. “But it’s almost noon.”
“You got somewhere to be?” you drawled, eyes still closed.
“Just here with you.”
You chuckle lazily. “Then let me sleep?”
Steve huffed. “I’m bored of watching you sleep.”
“You can sleep too.”
“But I don’t wanna sleep.”
You twist your neck over to look at him. “Then what do you want to do?” He gives you a coy grin. “No,” you deadpanned, turning over.
“I’m playing with you, sweetheart,” he chuckles. “Let’s go do something.”
“I prefer my Saturdays in bed.”
Steve groans before falling onto his back and flipping you over with him. “You’re incorrigible,” he mutters, reaching for the pack of cigarettes he left on the bedside table.
You snuggle into his side contentedly, wrapping an arm around his chest. “What’s so wrong with wanting to cuddle with my boyfriend?”
“There’s nothing wrong,” he speaks with a stick in his mouth. He grabs his lighter from the table and lights it, then throws it back. Your finger traces over the tattoo on his chest while he takes a languid puff. “But I thought we’d do something more fun. Something more active. Ya know?”
You turn onto your stomach and look up at him. “You just can’t sit still, can you?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugs with a smug grin, “you managed to tie me down.”
“If I do recall, you were the one chasing after me,” you reply, making him blush hard.
He leans in just a bit and steals another kiss as if he hasn't already kissed you a hundred times through the night. He takes another whiff of his cigarette.
"That's gonna kill you someday," you remarked.
He chuckled. "Been doing it for a while hasn't killed me yet."
"That's because it takes time. It builds and then wham!” you smack him on the chest. He winces in reply. “It hits you when you least expect it."
He rolls his eyes before bringing it to his lips again. "If you say so, Doctor."
You frown. "I'm being serious."
"Have you ever tried it?"
"What? Smoking?" you question incredulously. "No!"
"Here try it.”
"I don't want any of that stuff,” you push his hand away.
"You're not gonna die from one whiff,” he states, “Promise. It won't kill ya."
You look at him warily as he pushes the cigarette into your face. Taking the stick from him, you hold it with your pointer and thumb. You take a slow drag and start coughing instantly. Steve laughs from his belly.
"Yuck!' You coughed.
"It's a bit strong,” he says as he wipes a tear.
"How do you even like this stuff?" You grimaced, waving it around in the air. He goes to grab it from you and you pull your hand away. "Uh, uh, not anymore," you jammed the butt of the cigarette onto the small glass plate on the side table. "Bye-bye smoking."
"You're too much sometimes."
You smiled warmly, smoothing your hands over his chest. "I'm saving your life, moron. You'll thank me later."
He takes your hand in his and kisses the back of it. “What would I do without you? Seriously, I mean it. Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me.”
"You're so cheesy," you groaned, cupping his face with your hand. He nuzzles his face into your hand while you brush the pad of your thumb against his cheekbone. His eyelashes flutter as he looks at you with vibrant blue eyes that fill you with the warmth of the sun.
You envied just how pretty was, but at the same time felt so lucky that he was yours.
“I love you.”
It rolls off your tongue softly, so soft that it was barely audible.
“You love me?” he repeats as if he’s scared.
You swallow deeply. It wasn’t supposed to come out just yet.
“I do,” you say, “I mean at least I think I do,” you avert your gaze onto his tattoos. Your finger traces over it again, over every loop and swirl. “Truth is, I don’t really know much about love,” you whisper. “I’ve never received much of it growing up, and I’ve always been trying to run away from it. So I don’t know a lot about it.”
You take his hand in yours. A dry ache begins to form in your throat. “But with you, I don’t feel alone or afraid. The way I’ve felt my entire life. And isn’t that how you’re supposed to feel when you’re with the one you love?”
He nods slowly with a humble smile. “I think it does because I feel the same exact way when I’m with you.”
“I love you, Y/N,” he whispers. It’s only for your ears to hear. “I love you so much.”
His fingers weave into your hair pulling you closer until his lips meet yours in a searing kiss as a promise to always be yours. His other hand goes around your waist pulling you up tighter against him and yours go around his neck. He flips you over and your heart leaps when your back hits the bed.
Everything felt perfect for a moment in time. In the solace of his arms. Under the warmth of the golden morning sun. Only you and him, hidden from the rest of the world.
Every burden gone. Every fear dispelled.
Lazy mornings could never be this perfect.
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even if you have to cry, don't let your crown fall
a love letter to luxor’s ches elswood
Well, it’s finally time that I feel ready to post this, and while I’m aware it may be bittersweet with my upcoming departure, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Today I present to you a three hour Ches playlist, divided into sections and covering her entire time at Luxor, from when I first picked her up in June of 2019 all the way to now. There’s quite a few plot references, and small (and not as small) references to other muses throughout, especially when it comes to Elliot, so keep an eye out for those as well!
I’d like to thank Lex for giving me the idea to make these, and her support throughout the process because without her, these playlists wouldn’t even exist. And thank you to everyone who has gone on this journey with us, while I’m sorry I need to dip out early after this event to focus on my health, I love y’all so much.
The standard Ches tws apply (poor mental health, alcoholism, etc etc), and anything I think may be a bit abnormal / section exclusive is noted on the sections.
twist me like a key, then you open the lock | pre-luxor:
the section of time before I played Ches at Luxor, very James heavy. additional tws: Death (Sign of the Times), Toxic relationships (nothing explicit tho)
Sign of the Times (Jasmine Thompson) [ Remember everything will be alright. We can meet again somewhere, somewhere far away from here. ] // Sweet Ophelia (Zella Day) [ Singing like it's a full moon, careless now that he has you. Turns you on to the right songs, promises that you're hooked on. ] // Couple of Kids (Maggie Lindemann) [ Now I'm fallin' heavily, recklessly, trying not to lose my sensibility; but gravity, it pulls me into you. ] // Glowstick (Sofia Karlberg) [ You play me like a line-up; long con, you make me wise up. ] // Crying in the Club (Camila Cabello) [ Ain't no crying in the club, hey, hey, let the beat carry away, your tears as they fall, baby. Ain't no crying in the club, hey, hey, with a little faith, your tears turn to ecstasy. ] // Ember (Katherine McNamara) [ Reignite; you lost your grip on me, and now I blaze wild and free. ]
nobody shows up unless i'm paying, have a drink on me cheers to the failing | summer & fall 2019:
the first time I was at Luxor playing ches, from June - October 2019
7 rings (Ariana Grande) [ Been through some bad shit, I should be a sad bitch. Who woulda thought it'd turn me to a savage? ] // I'm a Mess (Bebe Rexha) [ “It's gonna be a good, good life;” that's what my therapists say. ] // OMG (Little Mix) [ Oh my gosh, I did it again. He said I broke his heart, it keeps happening. ] // Only Angel (Harry Styles) [ Couldn't take you home to mother in a skirt that short, but I think that's what I like about it. ] // LA Devotee (Panic! At The Disco) [ Drinking white wine in the blushing light, just another LA Devotee. ] // Woman Like Me (Little Mix feat. Nicki Minaj) [ I made a few mistakes, I regret it nightly. I broke a couple hearts that I wear on my sleeve. ]
all of this emptiness i've been sharing, it never comes when i want it to | winter 2019:
the period of time Ches went home to be with her family and was away from luxor additional tws: vomiting (Habits (Stay High))
Carmen (Lana Del Rey) [ Darlin’, darlin’, doesn't have a problem lyin’ to herself ‘cause her liquor’s top shelf ] // How You Remind Me (Avril Lavigne) [ And I've been wrong, I've been down, been to the bottom of every bottle. These five words in my head scream, "Are we havin' fun yet?" ] // Playing God (Paramore) [ This is the last second chance (I'll point you to the mirror). I'm half as good as it gets (I'll point you to the mirror). I'm on both sides of the fence (I'll point you to the mirror). Without a hint of regret, I'll hold you to it ] // Habits {Stay High} (Tove Lo) [ Staying in my play pretend, where the fun ain't got no end. Oh, can't go home alone again, need someone to numb the pain. ] // Bedroom Window (The Pretty Reckless) [ As I look out of my bedroom window; is it all real or just fantasy? I have lost touch with what makes me human, I have lost touch with reality. ] // Impossible Year (Panic! At The Disco) [ There's no sunshine, this impossible year; only black days and sky grey and clouds full of fear. ]
i wouldn't say you got the best of me, i'd say you got me somewhere in between | spring 2020:
Ches’s return to Luxor, and the months following leading up to her mass text about Leo’s dad following the Lake Bash
3 O'Clock Things (AJR) [ Would you go running if you saw the real me? Maybe you'd love 'em, yeah, maybe you'd feel me. ] // Wild Heart (Bleachers) [ Well, everything has changed and now I can't tell what matters. I will find any way to your wild heart. ] // Rise (Katy Perry) [ When the fire's at my feet again and the vultures all start circling. They're whispering, “you're out of time.” But still, I rise. ] // Don't Stop Me Now (Queen) [ I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars on a collision course. I am a satellite, I'm out of control. ] // Princesses Don't Cry (CARYS) [ Girls, so pretty and poised and soft to the touch, but God made me rough. Girls, so heavy the crown, they carry it tall, but it's weighing me down. ] // Save Rock And Roll (Fall Out Boy feat. Elton John) [ You are what you love, not who loves you. In a world full of the word 'yes', I'm here to scream... no, no (no, no). ] // Making a Monster out of Me (Katherine McNamara) [ And I don't know how to recollect the morals that I always did possess. Don't know where its leading me. ] // We Don't Have To Dance (Andy Black) [ You're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself. I'll break it to you easy. This is hell, this is hell. ]
tonight it's alright, i can see the tunnel at the end of these lights | summer 2020:
summer camp and the months leading up to a new school year
Night Owls Early Birds (Foxes) [ A wild fire inside me burns. Why do I look like I'm wear for worse? Save me, save me, go underneath the ground. ] // Too Much (Carly Rae Jepsen) [ When I party, then I party too much. When I feel it, then I feel it too much. When I'm thinking, then I'm thinking too much. When I'm drinking, then I'm drinking too much. ] // Royal Blue (Alberto Rosende) [ My regrets are a shade around my neck I know. It's torturous, and there's a burden that I can't let go. ] // Who You Selling For (The Pretty Reckless) [ And when Roger showed me I was building a wall. I've been waiting a long time, waiting a long time, waiting a long time, waiting for it to fall. ] // Heavy (Linkin Park feat. Kiiara) [ You say that I'm paranoid, but I’m pretty sure the world is out to get me. It’s not like I make the choice to let my mind stay so fucking messy. ] // The Archer (Taylor Swift) [ I've been the archer, I've been the prey; screaming, “who could ever leave me,” darling. But who could stay? ] // Everybody Lost Somebody (Bleachers) [ And there's a reason I wake up alone in strange places, a reason I see myself in a million faces, a reason I can't stop it all from changing. So come on, motherfucker, you survive, you gotta give yourself a break. ]
no cameras catch my muffled cries. i counted days, i counted miles | fall and winter 2020(/21):
a new school year, from the start of the semester right until the aftermath of the kings’ party
So It Goes (Guards) [ I don't know who I am but I do know who I'm not. I'm just looking for a friend, I'm still searching for the plot. ] // Wasabi (Little Mix) [ Love to hate me, praise me, shame me; either way, you talk about me. ] // Think Before I Talk (Astrid S) [ Maybe I should think before I talk; I get emotional and words come out all wrong. Sometimes I'm more honest than I want. ] // Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince (Taylor Swift) [ No cameras catch my muffled cries. I counted days, I counted miles to see you there, to see you there. And now the storm is coming, but... ] // Sober Up (AJR feat. Rivers Cuomo) [ Won't you help me sober up? Growin' up, it made me numb, and I wanna feel somethin' again. ] // The Show Must Go On (Queen) [ Empty spaces, what are we living for? Abandoned places, I guess we know the score, on and on. Does anybody know what we are looking for? ] // Waiting For A Friend (The Pretty Reckless) [ My head is like a prison cell, I'm all by myself. I'm waiting for my friend to come and break me out. ] // Sober (Demi Lovato) [ I'm sorry that I'm here again, I promise I'll get help. It wasn't my intention, I'm sorry to myself. ] // Eight (Sleeping At Last) [ I'm just a kid who grew up scared enough to hold the door shut, and bury my innocence. But here's a map, here's a shovel, here's my Achilles' heel. ]
i got this handled, i don't need rescuing | spring and early summer 2021:
ches’s progress from the end of march until now
The Man (Taylor Swift) [ I’m so sick of running as fast as I can, wondering if I'd get there quicker if I was a man. And I'm so sick of them coming at me again, 'cause if I was a man, then I'd be the man. ] // Princess (FLETCHER) [ But we're all going through it, so why do we do it? Why do we hide? ] // Humpty Dumpty (AJR) [ If I can't breathe, then you can't see, but aren't you excited that I'm giving you the best me? ] // My Mistake (Gabrielle Aplin) [ Am I jaded? Am I meant to feel this way? I'm a loser, getting beat by my own game. But if I falter, well, at least it was my mistake. ] // The Climb (Miley Cyrus) [ The struggles I'm facing, the chances I'm taking; sometimes might knock me down, but no, I'm not breaking. ] // breathin (Ariana Grande) [ Some days, things just take way too much of my energy. I look up and the whole room's spinning. You take my cares away. ] // Clean (Taylor Swift) [ Ten months sober, I must admit just because you're clean, don't mean you don't miss it. Ten months older, I won't give in, now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it. ] // Not a Pop Song (Little Mix) [ A hamster on a wheel that's how it feels tryna be real. These unrealistic expectations said we'll make it if we fake it. ] // Queen (Loren Gray) [ Eyes on me like I'm a prize but you better recognize I'm not your angel 'cause I belong to me. ] // The Cure (Little Mix) [ This happiness was always inside me but Lord, it took a minute to find me. ]
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RED SCHOOL AU/UA STORY/HEADCANONS ARC 2 PART 3
Hopefully this is the last part of Arc 2😅
We pick up with Tibe, Elara, and Rhian walking towards the royal quarters, Rhian asking his questons, as requested, beginning with how their journey was and if they found the school easy enough.
Tibe admits while the skeleton bird was jarring and they could've done without the storms, but everything was manageable.
Rhian's glad to hear that, and asks if the children will be alright(he's been a teacher/school master for nearly two centuries, and the SGE cast is 16 years old, so if a person is below 21, they're a child, in Rhian's eyes.) and Elara answers for Tibe that, yes, they will be fine before politely inquiring about having a room seperate from her husband.
Rhian sort of wallows at how almost every royal couple he meets hate each other.
He the asks if the two have seen or learned from a magician in recent memory, to which they confusedly answer no.
Rhian's only asking because he knows a trick when he sees one, a slight of hand, if you will, which he demonstrates by making a card 'disappear' and 'reappear' in his hand, though he reveals he's just moving the card while holding it between his fingers.
Tibe asks what he's talking about and Rhian chuckles and continues to lead them to their room, stating that, having been around girls for a century or so, maybe half, he also knows a perfectly baked cake when he sees one.
Here, we cut/transition to Mare as she enters her room, a couple maids setting things up like blankets and clothes, until she asks that they leave and get some test, as they must be exhausted from the trip.
They shakily agree and leave.
Mare looks around the room and sort of cringes at the horrendous amount of fluorescent pink the decorates the room, like the bed sheets and the pillows, before groaning as she sits down. Maybe we even get a gag of her falling into the bed, like the mattress sort of pulls her in and she sinks into the middle of it. With the maids gone, Mare only groans and tries not to give up on life. "Perfect."
With the SGE crew, more specifically Sophie and Agatha, Sophie pushes and slips through the crowd of students as they return to their dorms after classes(they'll get in HUGE trouble, if they're caught bothering the Silvers, and even get moved down a rank), Agatha on her tail and calling for her to stop and just go to class. Sophie shouts back to, "go hang out with Kiki," and continues on her way(Really wonder where she's going?).
Agatha follows her anyway, until Sophie mogrifs herself into a lovebird and shouts, "Prince Tiberias the Seventh, wait for me!"
Agatha watches, completely appalled and then looks up at the tower where the female Silver children are residing, about a long hallway away from each other. Mareena's got to be in one of those rooms. She looks for any wolves lurking, or other students, and mogrifs into a mouse to sneak to the doorway before she turns back to a human and climbs up the steps. I'll just knock first. If she doesn't want to see anyone, I'll leave. That's not me bothering her, it can't be me bothering her, if I give her space.
Speaking of Mare, she rolls onto her front and sits down cross legged, hair a little messy. Her makeup's safe, though, don't worry. "I hate this place," she grumbles.
Give her some slack, she's been trapped on a boat with Book 1!Evangeline for a week, has a really bad paper cut, and just wrestled a bed that basically tried to eat her.
It doesn't help when a knock on the door interrupts her from checking on said paper cut, right as she removes the bandage. Mare panics, hastily puts on her gloves, and tells the person on the other side of the door to come in.
EXPECTATION SUBVERSION! Cal's there to check on her. Mare welcomes him in.
Cal looks around her room and comments on it, and Mare threatens to throw her shoe at him; if he wants to act like a little shit right now, she'll gladly beat him like one, consequences be damned.
They check in and touch base, making sure they're okay, and just letting each other know that despite the color of their blood, they're in this together, him, Mare, and Maven. Mare sighs that Cal and Maven at least have their family with them, as Mare's is still in Norta, thinking she's in the palace.
Cal holds her hand and promises that this trip will be over and she'll see her family again before she knows it. Mare asks how he lnows and how that can even happen, recalling the hair's width close call from the last time she visited her family. Cal's grip on her hand tightens and he forces a chuckle, admitting that if either he and/or Maven found a way before, they can do it again.
It soothes Mare and gets her smiling, which gives Cal the okay to give her space and let her settle into her girly new room, joking that maybe it will rub off on her and he might be able to see a more feminine side to her.
She hurls her shoe at him as hard as she can right as he leaves, the two snickering, Mare despite herself and Cal for a job well done.
As Cal leaves, though, his smile drops at the realization that he has no idea how the hell he's helping her see her family again without getting caught. As much as he knows the rules, he knows Mare's heart, and, having the same problem as her, can't keep his mind and heart seperated.
Lost in his thoughts, he runs into Agatha on the stairs, who asks where Mare is. Funny, he just left her room, which is the second door on the left hand side.
As he leaves and Agatha contemplates her choice, we cut to Sophie as she pants and perches on the window to Cal's room; she's totally right here, she's at the right room. Her logic is perfectly sound here, she's in the right place.
She turns back into herself and does a quick hair fluff and even pinches some color into her cheeks before knocking on the window, maybe a little too hard because it swings open, just for me, she thinks.
Sophie struts in, announcing herself to the crown prince, proud as a peacock...
Only to scare the hell out of a shiryless Maven; he was cleaning himself off a little and was about to change his clothes when she interrupted him.
He asks what she's doing in his room, and Sophie asks if he's Cal, semi-hoping that this is just someone else because Maven looks nothing like a general or a future king.
No. He's not Cal. He's Cal's brother. Sophie kind of feigns ignorance, and Maven gives his name and the fact that she wrote to him. Still doesn't ring any bells, until he brings up the fact that she thinks she's in the wrong school.
"Oh! You ARE Maven!" Sophie gasps, before asking where his brother is.
Maven, realizing he's stuck with this brat, turns to finish changing, i.e. putting on a shirt, and explains that Cal actually left a couple minutes ago and, knowing him, won't sit still on his first day here, so he'll most likely being wandering the school. Sophie groans, and sits on the edge of his bed, and complains that she's tired from using her magic to fly over to meet him, before asking Maven if she can stay and wait for him to come back.
Maven, thinking quickly, admits she'd have a better chance if she just walked around. Cal's 6'3", pale as hell, and wearing black, red, and silver, so he's damn near impossible to miss.
Sophie huffs and agrees, leaving to go meet her new prince, bidding Maven a pizzazz-y farewell.
Maven rolls his eyes and finishes putting on his shirt and coat before falling back on his bed, groaning at the fact they might be here for a little while. Maybe more.
Time to check back in with Mare, who's examining that really bad paper cut when she gets another knock on her door. She answers it and finds Agatha standing at the door, greeting her politely and suddenly noticing her hand.
"You're bleeding!"
The two rush inside Mare's room, Mare panicking and trying to cover the cut herself, but Agatha helping because she's not good, she's great.
THIS is the bomb drop that Mare's not Silver, and it confuses and surprises the hell out of Agatha, who had it drilled in her head that only Silvers have power in Norta.
With little options, the two sit down on the bed and Mare gets to explaining.
It's been a while since we've checked on Cal, so lets do that: he's actually found his way to the boy's Groom Room and sees them training. The weapons are all wood swords, so no one's terribly injured, and anyone not sword fighting is throwing hammers, climbing ropes, or running or swimming some laps.
There are girls watching, all taking turns peeking out from behind a wall to spot Cal unintentionally being a general and mentally noting each boy's strengths and weaknesses, especially the one they're all trying to beat, Tedros, who's holding his own really well.
Speaking of Tedros, he notices Cal watching and gestures for him to come in.
Cal's already in more casual clothes, save for his coat, and complies, meeting the Everboys, who ask, kind of sheepishly how they did, as Cal is sort of a General and knows a lot a bout combat.
He has to admit, as politely as possible, that while they're all skilled, they would all get demolished in a real fight.
Tedros, the dumbass, asks what that means, as they can use magic.
Cal agrees that magic might be able to help them, but what if they wear themselves out and can't use magic?
Tedros, not listening and thinking unwisely, challenges Cal, just to prove his point. Cal agrees and hangs up his coat, one of the boys giving him a sword, one Cal sized(the 6'3" son of a bitch), and the two stand off before the fight begins, Cal telling Tedros to give it everything he's got while Cal will go easy on him.
Tedros goads him that he can take whatever, but Cal affirms that if HE gave his 100%, Tedros would probably die.
Enough talk, someone ring the bell, because THE FIGHT STARTS NOW!!!
Tedros DOES give his best, but Cal is a general. He either disarms Tedros or knocks him down and mock kills him.
After a while, they go at it again, Tedros doing better, and Cal tells him he'll go a little harder, so he knows that Cal can wipe the floor with him. He doesn't get hurt, but he gets the point.
Another rule Cal makes clear: There is no such thing as a fair fight.
He holds a hand out to Tedros, who's tired and bruused from having his ass handed to him, commenting that he's pretty good.
Tedros accepts with a smile on his face, blocking a swing and showing Cal he's already picking up on what he's teaching him, inadvertently.
It's official: The boys want Cal as their new teacher, because his technique is better than what they've been learning.
Cal can only fight the urge to laugh, seeing how enthusiastic they all are.
Back with Mare and Agatha, who are now sitting cross legged across from each other on the bed, where Agatha asks Mare if she's being serious.
She is, which she demonstrates by holding her cut hand and showing a little lightning. She's Red, she's got powers, and if anyone finds out, it's her and her family's heads on the King's platter.
This hits Agatha right in the gut, even when she asks Mare how Reds are REALLY treated, recounting how the students all believe the Silvers and the Reds are all equals, the Reds only picking up the slack of what the Silvers are unable to do.
Mare sets that vision straight: Reds and Silvers are not equal to each other. As the saying goes, in terms of power, 'What is a King to a God?' Or better yet, what is a farmer to a god? The cherry on top? If you're Red and don't have a job of any kind, have fun dying in a trench while fighting in a war that isn't even yours.
Agatha is at a loss for words, only knowing being ostracized and bullied. Out of words, Agatha offers her confidence, that she won't tell anyone what Mare told her. While Mare's glad for it, she still warns Agatha to stay as far away from Elara as possible, as Elara can and will read her mind. And there will be HELL to pay, if she finds out.
Agatha obviously agrees.
That's when shouting gets their attention, and some clattering, which leads leads them to the Boy's Groom Room; how'd the sound get that far? Vibration. And the vents. And Sophie passed by.
They look inside to see Cal and Tedros at it again with the boys cheering them on. This time they're hand to hand fighting and Tedros is locked in a chokehold as Cal tells him to tap out. Tedros only elbows him and they stand, which begins Round 5 of their fight. Yes, Tedros is shirtless, as Book 1 Tedros is gun' do. Cal is as well, because he got hot, but don't worry he shaved(appearances matter, even when it's something you think no one's going to see).
Turns out Sophie screamed because she's a blushing, squealing mess; Cal is far more than what she dreamed of, and it's killing her. Mare can't exactly blame her for staring, upon seeing how fit Cal is and seeing hiw many scars he has, a very unpleasant reminder of what he is and what he's been trained to be.
Agatha asks about wanting Tedros as her prince, out of confusion and a joke, and Sophie admits that she'll get him back because he'll get jealous. Boys fight each other a lot more when a girl's love is at stake.
Mare contradicts that notion by reminding them, and herself, that Cal's betrothed to Evangeline, and she has the teeth of a doberman; once she latches on to something, have fun trying to get her to let go. Sophie waves her off, bragging she can change his mind in 5 minutes. She just needs time with him alone in a broom closet. Mare and Agatha roll their eyes at this.
With the boys, Tedros spots the girls and inwardly groans at the sight of Sophie, which gives Cal the opening to yank his hair and bring him back to the fight; if he gets distracted, he's going to get himself killed. Tedros brushes it off and jerks his head to the girls, saying they have an audience.
Cal notices Sophie and has a moment of, 'Not this shit again,' when she giggles and waves at him, blushing pure red.
Here is where Tedros warns Cal to keep his distance from Sophie, though it's more serious than Ball Banter. Cal asks if she's his girl, and Tedros admits that she isn't, she's just bad luck and a pure snake. Cal admits that that's a little harsh and asks what she did to deserve getting the Prince of Camelot's cold shoulder as the two trade more harmless hits with each other. She didn't do anything, except lie to him about loving him, use him, and leave him to fend for himslef and die in a Trial by Tale, where Evers and Nevers fight to see who would survive a REAL fairytale. And she's a lunatic, sneaking into Tedros's drawers while he was training at night and trying to put him under a love spell.
Yeah, while he doesn't agree with the snake comment, Cal understands why he should avoid Sophie. He doesn't know how love spells work, but he'd rather not find out.
Just as they're about to go at it again, Professor Dovey shrills at the boys to stop harrassing the Crown Prince, from her place behind the girls.
As he puts his shirt and coat back on and leaves, Cal explains that he saw them training and noticed they could use a few pointers, which led to him getting a little carried away.
Dovey politely tells him that while his advuce is good, he should leave teaching to the professors, just to be in the safe side and no one gets hurt.
He agrees, much to the boys' dismay, and mentally kicks himself for leaving when he sees Sophie in front of him and introducung herself. Granted, he gives her the benefit of the doubt and is as gentlemanly as he can be, thinking, Maybe she isn't that bad, but that hope is shot down when Agatha tries introducing herself and Sophie slips in front of her so Cal can't see her.
Okay, maybe she is that bad.
Good thing Maven inadvertently saves the day as he stumbles into the hallway, getting laughed at and chewed on by fairies, who also take to pulling on his hair to piss him off.
Dovey shouts at them all the leave him alone, which they do, and apologizes to Maven for their behavior. He tells her not to worry, because he's had worse happen, giving a pointed glare to Cal, who semi-jokes he should really watch his back because the Everboys mean nothing but business and will attack on sight.
Dovey waves off this notion as she leads them on an official tour of the school, and explains that the schools have rules to seperate and connect Good and Evil, rules like Evil attacks other people while Good defends them, Evil takes advantage and Good gives opportunity, rules like that. (Sophie and Agatha stay behind, Sophie almost fainting at how much of a dream come true Cal is, even though he's a little awkward. She wonders if he was just stunned by her beauty, but Agatha hides her face in her hands and groans.) Maven comments that that's a very black and white way of thinking, but Dovey assures him it's the way of the school, and the rules and fairytales actually have loopholes. The girl who thwarted Rumplestiltskin did so by tricking him, by using guards she had hired to get his name, Rapunzel was born out of theft, in the original Cinderella, Cindy killed her stepmother. Vice versa, the witch that stole Rapunzel NEVER had to allow Rapunzel's father to keep stealing from her garden, Rumplestiltskin NEVER had to agree to help the girl, there are more examples, but I can't think of any.
Just know that there's some evil in good and there's some good in evil.
Cal asks if the other High House children should join them and Dovey admits she wanted to fetch them for the tour, but didn't want to bother them.
Mare's turn to ask a question, and it's one that's been bothering her: Why fairytales? And why have one guy rule over both Good and Evil, when there should one one leader for each side.
Dovey answers that by explaining the story of the School Master and his brother, a very similar story for SGE fans, but with a change: after the war, the stories continued to end with Evil ending every other time, rather than Good hogging all the glory. There were times Good won more, but that would be solved when Evil won certain times in a row and things got back on track.
Cal asks how such a thing is possible, because he's more than certain there's things maguc still can't do. Dovey points to a painting of the Storian, which the two brothers are fighting over.
Maven asks that all the fighting was over a pen, and Dovey tells him not to be decieved, because there's always more to see beneath the surface, which is said as a voice over as Tedros and Agatha race outside in time to see a group of fairies toss Sophie into the clearing outside of Good, snickering as she flails to a sitting position and glaring at them for ruining her dress.
While Sophie shouts at the fairies and then greets Agatha and Tedros with some degree of sass, Agatha scolds Sophie, saying she shouldn't have rushed in to greet Cal like a crazy person, but Sophie defends herself by saying she HAD thought about waiting, but noticed Beatrix and the others giggling and staring at him and panicked, because she didn't want them to steal her prince away from her again.
Tedros barks that he was never her prince and Cal is not her prince either because HE'S BETROTHED TO EVANGELINE. Sophie huffs and states she can change his mind easily, but stops when she hears a male laugh and tell her that she can try all she wants, but, knowing Evangeline, Sophie will end up being a wedding present to Cal, specifically as a mantel ornament.
Sophie deflates at that, and Tedros asks who the male is, noting his pale skin and armor. Lucas introduces himself and tells children not to worry about Evangeline, because she'll be doing one of four things on this trip: clinging to Cal, picking on Mare with her friends, hanging out with Elane, or bitching to her brother while they train.
Agatha sighs that Silvers train a lot for royals, and Lucas agrees, but that's because they have to. Where they're from, there's a war going on. Coming to the SGE wasa risk, and hopefully they don't stay long because Norta's extremely vulnerable right now.
Tedros asks what it's like, the war, which makes Agatha gulp as she remembers her conversation with Mare, and Lucas gives them all a look of, 'you're way too young to be talkimg about this,' before giving them a rundown on the war: the Lakelands have more farms and access to food, but Norta has more crop-friendly conditions and fertile ground and energy for power. Sophie asks they have enough power with Tibe on the throne and the High Houses backing him. Lucas corrects himself by explaining that Norta has electricity, enough for Silvers and Reds, and the Lakelanders want some of that power.
Tedros asks why they can't just give each other what they want and Lucas admits that of things were that easy, it would be the case, but things are never easy.
The trio remain silent for a little while, which prompts Lucas to take his leave, but Agatha has one more question, a couple small ones, and then one big one:
Is electricity stronger than what the School uses(candles for light, winds for ships, etc.)? Yes.
And the Nortans traveled by ship to the School? Yes.
And the ship was powered by this electricity? The engine was, but yes.
Million dollar question: If the Nortans came to the Woods, can ths students go to Norta, or anywhere else using this electric-powered ship?
Sophie gapes at her and Tedros gives her a look of pure hurt, but Lucas contemplates that, answering with a solid maybe before asking where she'd go, if she had her own ship?
With a glance at a fuming Sophie and a crestfallen Tedros, Agatha begins to answer, right as Dovey passes with Cal, Maven, and Mare following.
Too bad something bursts out of the trees and barrels toward Sophie, eyes blood red, body decayed and soaked with sludgy water, roaring like a wild animal, and armed with an axe.
Yeah, The Beast is back, and he's not happy with Sophie killing him.
Cal, Tedros, and Lucas jump right into action, Lucas using his armor to knock Beast away as Cal and Tedros race to stop him; the only one whi recognizes him is Sophie, so Tedros is acting solely on instinct here.
There's tussling, Tedros getting thrown to the ground and Cal getting cut by the axe, and Maven saving his brother, because he's a one way track.
Lucas neutralizes The Beast by chaining him up, but the bastard breaks free and knocks him aside, giving him a concussion.
With a quick, 'What's wrong with me?' Mare joins in, shooting lightning at him. It works, kind of, but gets a gold spell shot at him by Agtha for almost hitting back.
With their powers combined, and Sophie cheering them on, they take The Beast down, red mist leaving his body and curling away into the sky.
Mare and Agatha sigh and check on each other as Tedros, Cal, and Maven all exchange 'good jobs' and some high fives, which Maven accepts with a heavy conscience.
They all stop when they're interrupted by Elara racing to Maven and hugging him close, too worried to notice the 'OH SHIT' faces Mare and Agatha exchange.
Rhian and Tibe join her and ask what the hell happened, Rhian telling them to explain it to him in his tower, away from any eavesdroppers.
They do so, Tedros semi-fanboying to Agatha that he can't believe she was right, and Sophie staying behind to give The Beast one last nervois glance before catching up, not wanting to be alone if/when The Beast wakes up.
#red queen#school for good and evil#red school#mare barrow#agatha of woods beyond#tiberias calore vii#tedros of camelot#maven maven calore#sophie of woods beyond#tiberias calore vi#elara merandus#sge tedros#sge agatha#sge sophie
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Queen’s Clan { 21 }
Summary: y/n is plagued by nightmares. She realizes that the more she runs away, the less frequently they haunt her. However, in running away, she’s also running straight into her ultimate demise. Will she be saved in time by those who would lay down their lives for her, even if they don’t know of each other’s existence?
Monsta X/Reader, Human/Vampire(s), Reverse Harem
Warnings:
Word count: 1.22k
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You weren’t scared of death.
You weren’t particularly best friends with it, either.
Sure, you’d run away from the Shadows that threatened to suffocate you, but that was out of fear of them. Not of what came after.
But the Shadows were something you wanted back more than ever. Especially right at this moment.
You had just formed an alliance with Hyungwon and Kihyun. To seal the deal, blood exchange was needed. The moment their joined blood touched your taste buds, it was like an atomic bomb went off around you.
Hyungwon immediately pulled Kihyun behind him, looking at you with fear and awe. Kihyun’s wrist was ripped from your mouth and the room took on an eerie, purple hue.
Kihyun smirked at you as he licked his wound closed. Hyungwon kept a defensive stance in front of the shorter man and fixed his cautious gaze on you.
“You were right, Kihyun.” Hyungwon stated, retreating back slowly as if you were dangerous. More dangerous than him; a rumored Queen Killer.
“I always am.” He sighed.
You couldn’t find your voice. The purple glow was growing darker and slowly approaching your tense form. You wanted to scream out, to run. Anything but let them overtake you. Whispers flooded your ears and you could hear a set of doors being thrown open.
“Stop! If you approach her like this, she’ll kill you.” Kihyun warned.
“What have you done?!” One of your Mates, Wonho, yelled. He sounded helpless, angry. Pure panic coated his words and you could feel him trying to come to you. You needed him to.
“She can’t control herself right now. She can’t even see us.” Hyungwon stated, sounding like he was holding something, perhaps someone back.
“She needs to face whatever it is that’s here. Alone.” Kihyun said. It was true, the dark Shadows overtook everything. You couldn’t see five feet in front of you and the whispers were getting louder. Groans of agony surrounded you, making you want to claw at your ears to stop the sound. But you stood still.
‘Not like this,’ you thought. ‘Not in front of them. Please don’t hurt them.’
“That’s up to you, Y/N.”
Your eyes widened at your name and the scene around you changed completely.
You were back in Sonaelina’s home, the pillows with the elements still on the floor. Except, they were destroyed in some way. The water was gone, the grass burnt, the embers put out, and the rocks shattered. Did they do this after you left?
“You did it.” Someone whispered in your ear, causing you to shiver and jump.
‘Me?’
“What are you, Y/N?”
‘I-I’m not sure.’
“What are you, Y/N?” It pressed on, making you look back at the elements again.
‘I am a Queen.’
“What kind?” The shadows surrounded the elements, trying to repair what you had seemingly broken.
‘The kind that destroys?’ You asked fearfully.
The voices cut off completely, your vision was coming back to you. You saw Sonaelina, Astor, and yourself chatting and laughing at each other’s stories. Element test failure forgotten. Except, it wasn’t a failure. You saw your former self turn to look at you, a red glint in her eye and a smirk adorning her features. She had all the confidence in the world because she wasn’t afraid. Not of death, not of anyone. Not because she was naive. But because one thought kept her going. They should be afraid of her.
“What are you, Y/N?”
“Chaos.” You whispered.
You were back in Hyungwon’s manor. You were still in the same position as before but you could finally move, could breathe.
You turned your attention to where you could feel your Mates and once they felt your eyes, they ran to you.
Jooheon made it first, asking if you were okay or if you needed a doctor. Shownu picked you up and turned you this way and that, doing a physical right then and there. Wonho tried holding you in between everyone’s freak outs while Minhyuk and Changkyun kept their distance to watch Hyungwon and Kihyun.
The latter were watching you as if you were a reality tv show. Probably looked like a train wreck, but hard to look away from. A sudden thought came to you, already making your vision red.
“Did you know that would happen if we were to ally?” You asked with a calm voice.
“I was hoping something like that would happen, yes.” Hyungwon answered, finishing off a glass of wine.
That was all you needed.
You lunged across the room, grabbing Hyungwon by his throat and throwing him down to the floor, causing the tile to crack underneath your force. Your Mates were quick to back you, ready to fight Kihyun if necessary but he stood down and watched you and his King.
Hyungwon chuckled. “You’re going to kill your first and only ally?” He challenged you. You saw his arm creep up to break through your hold but you saw through him and pinned him again. His lip twitched, giving away his nervousness. “I helped you realize your true power. You don’t need to run or be afraid anymore.” He scoffed, trying to push you off again. Your grip tightened and you growled out. “I can help you control this. You need me as much as I need you. If you kill me, the Royals will put you away or end you and your Mates. Let me help you.”
Your emotions felt like hot lava pulsating through you and with a grunt, you hurled Hyungwon into the ceiling before plummeting back down to your grasp and causing more tiles to crack underneath and above you.
“I’ll admit, I deserved that one.” He laughed, blood starting to flow out of his mouth.
You felt a hand on your shoulder and saw Minhyuk. All your negative emotions fizzled out when you met his kind eyes; his soft smile he reserved just for you. You saw your other Mates approach you and you feared they would fear you. But no such hesitation was present in their steps. They still looked at you as if you were their world and the sight caused your eyes to burn.
“Take me home.” You whispered softly, trying not to break down in front of everyone.
You let go of Hyungwon and tried standing up, only to fall frontwards. Wonho caught you before you landed on your knees and held you to his chest.
“Always, Y/N.” He kissed the side of your head in adoration as he felt you slump completely in his arms. He turned to the rest of your Clan and saw them form a protective circle around you and him.
They were right not to trust Chae Hyungwon. But he may have been onto something.
Heyyyyy I wasn’t expecting to post this but look where we are. Heh how are y’all?
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Title: Who's soft now?
Pairing: yoongi x reader ft best friend Jk
Warnings: secret lovers, talk of oral, rough sex, choking, daddy kink, unprotected sex (be safe ya'll…..no glove, no love)
Rating: 18 and over
“I’m 21 now and all I want is to be with my two best friends for a night of drinking and fun!” Jk whines into the phone. “He's so annoying Jk, why don’t you and I go out alone and paint the town? No third wheel needed!” He sighs into the phone. “OK, fine just us tonight. Meet me at King Murphy's, 10pm.” He states. You squeal with joy and head off to get ready.
You walk into King Murphy’s and find yourself squeezing through the crowd to get to the back. You spot Jk at the end of the bar and call out to him. He smiles when he sees you and waves you over. “Happy birthday Rabbit!!” You shout and he does his best to keep a disapproving face at your nickname. He folds quickly and laughs pulling you into a hug! “You still let her call you rabbit?” A familiar voice curls up your spine. You whip your head around to find Yoongi behind you, sizing you up. “Whats up y/n?” He smirks at your look of disgust. “Not much Min.” You turn to look back at JK who is pretending to ignore you both. “You look good.” He whispers in your ear, extending his arm to place his empty whiskey glass on the bar.
“You look pale.” You snip, looking him up and down. He chuckles and signals to the bartender for three more drinks. You lean in to Jk's side. “What the fuck Jay? I thought we agreed no third wheel.” “That’s what you wanted y/n, but its my birthday and I said I wanted both my best friends here.” He gives you a large smile. His eyes grow wide when he sees the whiskey placed in front of him and quickly tosses it back. The bartender sees and refills it much to Jk's delight. “Come on, let’s toast to Jk.” Yoongi leans in and places a hand on your shoulder giving it a squeeze. It causes your body to betray you as you shiver under his touch. “To Jk. Its time for the big leagues now.” Yoongi raises his glass to Jk, giving him a wink before throwing back the amber liquid. You can’t help but roll your eyes.
By 1am, Jk is a hot mess, laughing and falling all over the place. He can barely stand when he makes mention of needing to pee. You look at Yoongi who looks at you puzzled. “He's gonna need help.” You shout at him. “I’m fine!” Jk shouts, standing up and wobbling back and forth. You shoot Yoongi a threatening look. “Come on Jk, let me help you. Maybe I’ll even hold it for you.” Yoongi jokes, causing Jk to burst out laughing. “Time to go.” Yoongi declares on the way back. “I threw up.” Jk confesses with raised eyebrows. “Yeah you did.” Yoongi rubs his back as Jk rest his head on Yoongi's shoulder. You gather all your things and head out together.
“Youre coming back to my place yeah? We can keep partying.” Jk mumbles. “Yeah of course we are, right y/n?” Yoongi looks at you for confirmation. “Of course Jay.” You all pile into a cab, Jk in the middle rambling about how much he loves you both and how he wishes you would love each other and see what he sees. “Just rest rabbit.” You whisper to Jk. “Yeah rabbit, listen to mommy.” Yoongi teases. Jk pouts and looks over to you. “I am not a baby anymore. I am a man now. You can’t call me rabbit anymore,” He scolds but quickly holds his belly, “Ugh, I feel sick.” He leans over you and sticks his head out of the window to vomit. Yoongi laughs as he pats Jk's butt. “I am so glad you find this funny.” You shove Yoongi's arm. “It's his birthday! Leave him be. Learn to have a little fun.”
You and Yoongi tag team Jk once in his apartment. Yoongi helps him shower and change into pajamas, while you make him tea and tuck him into bed. “Did you have a good time?” You ask him as he curls into a ball under the covers. “The best but remind me never to drink again.” You chuckle, shutting the light off and closing the door behind you. Now there’s only one thing left to deal with. “Still here Min?” You spew as you catch Yoongi sipping from a flask. He offers it to you and you shake you head. “When did you become such a prude?” He questions. You flip him the bird. “I got dibs on the guest room.” You turn to leave. “Plenty of room for the both of us.” He suggests. “Not in your wildest dreams Min.” He smiles wide, exposing his gums. “I recall a certain someone fulfilling their wildest dreams right here in this very spot,” he points down between his legs causing your core to heat. “I was drunk.” “Drunk and begging to suck my cock. Begging for daddy to cum all over your pretty face as you opened wide for me. What happened to that girl?” He bites his lip causing your heart rate to speed up at the memory. “I woke up and started playing with real men. Men who can handle a woman like me. You can’t keep up Min, you’re too soft.” His face flushed at your comment and you knew you struck a nerve. “Night.” You tease, making your way to the guest room. You change out of your clothes and throw on one of Jk's old sweatshirts. After scrolling through your photos from this past evening you finally fall asleep.
“Wake up, y/n.” You hear a familiar voice whisper into your ear as he presses warm, wet kisses along your lobe. You moan softly as Yoongi comes into view. He looks you over before planting a hard kiss onto your lips. You open your mouth for him, allowing him to take control of your tongue, slowly teasing it with his own. You moan as he rubs his erection into your already soaked pussy. “Fuck, Min.” You moan as he makes his way down to your neck, biting down, and suckling, leaving a bruise in its place. “Beg me.” He whispers. “Fuck me. Fuck me, please Min." He smirks as he lifts his body up to take you in. “Beg me the right way.” He demands, slowly circling your clit with his thumb. You begin to rotate your hips, dying for more friction. “So wet. So ready.” He says, delighting in your hunger for him. “Fuck me please, daddy.” You moan unable to take his teasing any longer. He smirks and quickly yanks off your thong tossing it. You widen your legs for him as he frees his member. He gives it two full strokes before aligning his body over yours.
He presses the thick head at your entrance and slides it up and down your folds, circling it around your clit causing you to moan his name. “Please daddy don’t tease me, please. I need to feel you inside me.” “God your sexy when you beg.” He aligns his head at your entrance again and slams his cock inside you without warning, causing you cry out at the mixture of pain and pleasure. “Fuck, you’re so tight. So, wet." He moans into your ear as he rocks his hips deeper and deeper causing his cock to hit your G-spot and pelvis to rub your clit simultaneously. “Oh, fuck! Please.” You cry out, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist, you begin to crash your hips into his, trying desperately to keep his pace.
“Fuck me harder, make me cum.” You cry out. Yoongi smiles seductively as you lose your breath trying hard to keep up with his forceful thrust. He slowly runs his hand up your chest and grabs you by the collar pulling you close to him for a forceful kiss and then slamming you down onto the bed. “I give the orders around here y/n.” He grunts, pulling his cock out to the tip and slamming back into you so hard you lose your breath. You are so overcome by pain, lust, and shock you haven’t enough time to register his long slender fingers wrap intently around your neck. “Yoongi.” You manage as he adjust himself on top of you wrapping both of your legs around him, while tucking his knees beneath your thighs, fully thrusting his masterful cock deeper and deeper inside your trembling cunt.
His hands clasp down tighter and tighter with every thrust, till its just enough pressure to blur your vision and cause a wave electricity from your abdomen to your cunt. “You gonna cum for me huh? You gonna cum all over daddy’s cock?” He questions and it’s all you need to throw you over the edge as all of your nerve endings catch fire. “Oh God! Yes! Fuck yes daddy!” You cry out as you come completely undone around his cock. He releases his hold from around your neck as the feeling of your cunt gripping his cock tighter and tighter has him chasing his own release. After a few full deep strokes, Yoongi comes undone, moaning into your neck while the feeling of him exploding inside you has you seeing stars. You’re both out of breath as Yoongi plants one final kiss on your lips and rolls over beside you. Too tired to clean up, you simply roll into his side and lay your head on his chest. “Who’s soft now?” He grumbles. “Hmm, still you.” You tease, gripping his now limp member. “Challenge accepted.” He whispers as he grabs your bottom lip in his. “This time from behind?” You ask. “Only if you beg.” He teases.
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poison & wine- part 21
Author: hela-avenger
Word Count: 1743
Summary: Prince Loki of Asgard is in need of a date to take back home. That’s where you come in with a task of your own to make the whole trip with an insufferable prince worth it. Too bad that things don’t always go as planned and you end up giving more than you can take. Fake-Dating AU.
A/N: I don’t know if you guys are ready for this one but here it is! Thanks for liking/commenting/reblogging! Please send me a message/ask if you’ll like to be tagged!
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Though they seemed to love to spread their opinion of the prince, they really did seem to know to keep their lips sealed at the banquet. You overlook their temporal content and keep your focus ahead of you. You’re nervous, as you should be in this type of situation, but you clear your mind of those thoughts as you stop right in front of the Allfather.
Loki’s hand anchors you as Odin inspects you both.
“Lady Y/N of Midgard,” Odin calls out, immediately gaining everyone’s attention. The room falls into a silence awaiting for the king to continue. His eyes narrow down at the both of you as if trying to find a crack between you two. ”Your work is quite… admirable.”
You allow yourself to glow in his vague comment.
“Thank you, your Majesty.”
Odin doesn’t respond to you and simply shifts his focus to Loki.
“The dagger?”
Loki doesn’t deem a verbal response as he raises his free hand and plucks a dagger out of the air. He looks down at you and offers the dagger for you to take.
You do and you can’t help but marvel at the sight of it.
The dagger has a double edged blade. Slender in shape and sharp enough that you don’t bother to touch the edge knowing it’ll slice your skin at the slight caress. The blade is fixed on a gold encrusted handle with an emerald jewel at the end. A set of runes are carved into the hilt of the handle making you wonder what is inscribed.
“It’s beautiful, Loki,” you tell him. “Very beautiful.”
Loki smiles down at you and takes the dagger from your hands.
“May I?”
Without waiting for your response, Loki takes a knee and as gently as he was in his bedroom he slides the dagger into the sheath. Murmured gasps are heard around you as Loki’s hand slips out of the slit of your dress but Loki doesn’t care for it. He simply grins and offers you a wink.
“Thank you,” you blush genuinely as he rises up once more. “That wasn’t necessary.”
“I’m more than happy to be on my knees for you.”
You laugh at his response knowing the insinuation he was making and it seemed like Odin knew too.
“Loki!” he exclaims. “Act accordingly.”
“I shall,” Loki responds as he stares down at you.
You should have known what was coming next but it still catches you by surprise. His hand pulls you close and his lips press against yours.
You melt into it. You have to.
Loki’s hands are holding you against him and you have no other choice but to play the role you’re given. You let yourself be swooned and it seems easier this time.
The kiss breaks the silence in the room as cheers erupt loudly.
You feel Loki pull away from you and you smile up at him. He smiles in return and presses one quick kiss on the palm of your hand before leading you towards your seat. You spare a glance to the Allfather who doesn’t seem too pleased at the both of you.
You manage to sit by the queen once more and Loki holds no objections as he takes the seat next to you. A server walks by with a jug of wine but the moment she comes close to serve you, Loki is quick to turn your glass down.
“You’re human, remember?” Loki whispers to you. “No Asgardian wine or mead. Just water.”
“I have to be sober for this,” you mutter at him. “That’s not fair.”
Loki shrugs as he takes up his own cup of mead and takes a drink.
“Can’t afford having someone else find out your secret.”
You knew he was right so you resign yourself to enjoy the rest of the meal. Frigga is kind as always and the lords and ladies who arrive at the table to pass well wishes are sweet with their words.
You fall into a sense of security that is soon easily disrupted as Odin attention returns to you.
“To the merry couple,” he calls out to you and Loki with a glass raised. “I hope you don’t mind answering a few questions of mine.”
Loki’s hand takes a hold of yours and he simply smiles.
“Not at all.”
You weren’t prepared for this but Loki was the God of Lies and you’ve been good so far at evading the truth.
“How did you two meet?”
You open your mouth to respond but Odin raises his hand to silence you. He looks over at Loki who is surprised that his father has even acknowledged him with this type of question. It makes the both of you suspicious.
“It was an evening quite like this one with all of Thor’s mortal friends,” Loki begins to answer. “And I wasn’t in the greatest of moods. I usually never am. The drinks were subpar as was the company and ...”
“Permit me to interrupt,” Odin states as a smile takes over his face. “But I fear I’ve heard otherwise.”
“What do you mean?” Loki asks.
Your suspicions are proven correct as Odin shifts his stare to you. It doesn’t take much to realize that he knew of what you said to the girls. He had set a trap and you had fallen for it.
“I said we met through Thor,” you tell him. “He introduced us and you blew me off.”
Loki doesn’t tense up at your mistake nor does he show any other sign of nervousness. Instead, he nods in agreement.
“Yes, that’s how we formally met,” Loki answers. “Informally, I saw you at Tony’s gala.”
You frown as you try to figure out what he could possibly be referring to. Loki simply leans forward and presses a kiss on your forehead and chuckles.
“I see I’m the romantic one in this courtship,” Loki states. “You really don’t remember, do you?”
You simply shrug and Loki takes his cue to explain. You were interested to see what lie he was orchestrating to cover your mistake.
“As I was saying, I was dragged out by my brother for a night,” Loki tells you. “He was trying to lift my mood but I wasn’t having it. I was ready to leave when I caught sight of the most beautiful being in existence.”
He turns to look at you and you knew he was really packing it thick with flirtations.
“Me,” Loki answers. “I caught sight of my reflection and might I say I looked magnificent.”
You snort caught off guard by that.
��Seriously?” you ask.
Loki presses another kiss on your embraced hands.
“It’s not my fault you don’t recall this,” Loki chuckles. “But then again, how could you? I was not the one you came for that night.”
You want to ask what he was droning on about but Odin beats you to it.
“Loki, enough with the stalling.”
Loki looks over at Odin and lets out a sigh. He turns to look at you again and takes a deep breath. His hold on your hand tightens and you wonder why.
“You came bursting into the night,” Loki tells you. “Your hair wild and untamed, clearly underdressed and out of breath, but you had come running with this smile that illuminated the entire room.”
Your mind flickers with recognition and you are surprised he recalls that many details in the first place.
“I had every intention of learning your name,” he continues. “Of course, I never got the chance. Your friends found you first and they were the ones whose attention you sought for. You laughed and danced the night away. Told them of your new adventures and they hung to your every word. Any chance of learning your name was gone that night and so I left. Thor introduced us the morning after and I was caught by surprise.”
You don’t know how to respond. You had expected a lie to be told but he had spoken his truth. A truth that was yours too.
“You acted as if you didn’t know me,” you laugh. “But you did… This whole time you did.”
Loki looks away having been caught in his own lie and takes a drink from his mead.
“Why didn’t you say something before?”
“Because it was obvious that I did not have the same effect on you that you had on me.”
“But you did,” you answer with a smile. “How could I not notice the handsome brooding man in the corner of the party?”
“I was not brooding.”
“You were,” you laugh. “All scowls and frowns.”
“I was not.”
“Yes, you were.”
“Enough, children,” Frigga interrupts with a laugh. “You’ve made your point. It was love at first sight.”
Loki shakes his head and your face warms at her comment.
“Perhaps it was,” you answer, feeling suddenly warm at the coolness of his hand in yours. Loki’s stare is still on you and you can’t bear to look at him at the moment. You didn’t know what was happening and it seemed like Odin shared the same sentiment.
“You two are quite the pair,” Odin states in disbelief. “Quite the pair indeed.”
His hands slam down onto the table alarming you but gathering everyone’s attention. He picks up his golden chalice and rises from his seat ready to make an announcement. The action causing Loki to tense under you.
“People of Asgard,” Odin addresses. “We are gathered here today to celebrate the start of a strong courtship between Prince Loki and Lady Y/N. A strong step forward in the alliance between Asgard and Midgard.”
Cheers erupt throughout the room as gold glasses were raised in praise.
“To solidify their union further, I have decided it is high time for a tournament!”
Loki’s grip on your hand tightens and you don’t understand why.
“The Contest of Warriors,” Odin continues before smiling down at the both of you. “Asgards’ best putting their skills to the test and our two lovers facing the wild beast of the Forbidden Forest.”
The whole room is filled with roars of excitement that Loki’s anger goes unseen. The tight grip on your hand disappears as his own hands slam the table.
“You can’t be serious,” Loki exclaims. “She’s a mortal.”
“Even more of a reason to protect the woman you so love, Loki,” Odin responds. “Take as much time as you like to prepare her. The tournament stands.”
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﹅ 000 ✩ 一 THE SILHOUETTE !
“See the horizon. See the sun that’s coming awake there, or perhaps it’s retiring for the moon now; see the golds and pinks and the promise of a sunny day’s blue, or perhaps the indigos and violets stark behind stars. See the one that approaches, their gait and their pace and the clothes that hang off their figure. Most details are lost to the distance, but if you look and listen hard enough, you might be able to discern their identity…”
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TW: Death.
— Describe your muse as best as possible in a single sentence.
“She’s standing on a line between giving up and seeing how much more she can take.”
— Describe your muse as horribly as possible in a single sentence.
“I just gotta kiss myself sometimes, I’m so f*cking pretty.”
— Describe your muse’s voice.
Honey drips at the seams every time her lips dictate any form of noise. It’s sweet, delicate, gentle - perhaps, formal. She has been trained since a young age to maintain posture and reduce aggressiveness or excessive negative language due to her growth of rank. The classes have always been about creating a purr as opposed to a stuttering, unconfident statement. As, for a woman, in such an industry, one must be taken seriously by the way they stride or maintain themselves. Maybe if you leaned a little closer, listened a little more, there could be something seething in her undertones of dishonesty and toxic intentions.
— Describe your muse’s fashion sense.
Fashion to her is more than cute clothings, but rather an expression of personality, uniqueness, and showcasing her own self-confidence. From pleated skirts, thigh highs, short dresses, and high heels - she’s maintained the typical ‘rich girl’ aesthetic by the amount of high end brands endorsing her look. However, she enjoys a twist, her own sense of self in her clothings by either: cutting, restyling, recoloring, or repurposing.. which makes all of her closet options simply distinctive to only her. Nothing about her fashion sense would be found on anyone else, but her. It is what she has taken the most pride in over the course of several years as her style continuously evolves into something of a more formal business woman. No, you won’t ever catch her looking basic, even if she’s dead.
— Give a quote of something your muse has said before.
“How many funerals can someone attend before they’re twenty?” Black adorned her frame a little too perfectly for the event, at least, if you ignored any dark circles coated underneath her eyes that were negligent to constant appraisal; yet the mirror mounted in-front of her paid no mind to highlighting all of those small details to her. She knew she looked like a mess and didn’t need the untrustworthy reminder. “Miss. Jeon, that’s inappropriate.” Komi’s eyes rolled at such a statement since she nearly forgot someone else accompanied her in the tight space. “But, it’s true.”
— What fable, mythic, or fairy tale character would your muse best play the role of?
Sleeping beauty; her favorite princess.
“Princess Aurora (also known as Briar Rose) is the protagonist of Disney's 1959 animated feature film, Sleeping Beauty. She is the daughter of King Stefan and Queen Leah. On the day of her christening, Aurora was cursed to die by the evil fairy Maleficent. Due to the efforts of three good fairies, the curse was altered to instead draw Aurora into a deep sleep that could only be broken by true love's kiss.”
— Which archetype best describes your muse?
The Lover.
“The lover archetype represents play and sensual pleasure. They like to live in the moment and are appreciative of the physical environment. They try to be more attractive physically, and emotionally. They crave intimacy and enjoy being in a relationship with people. The lover archetype is also known as a friend, spouse, team builder, partner, and sensualist. The lover archetype is probably the most passionate, but they have a tendency to lack discipline. They want to stay young, innocent, and pure. They remain one of the most likable of archetypes.”
— Which temperament does your muse have?
Sanguine 21, Phlegmatic 12, Melancholic 6, Choleric 8.
“Your temperament is Sanguine. The Sanguine temperament is fundamentally spontaneous and pleasure-seeking; Sanguine people are sociable and charismatic. They tend to enjoy social gatherings, making new friends and tend to be boisterous. They are usually quite creative and often daydream. However, some alone time is crucial for those of this temperament. Sanguine can also mean sensitive, compassionate and thoughtful. Sanguine personalities generally struggle with following tasks all the way through, are chronically late, and tend to be forgetful and sometimes a little sarcastic. Often, when they pursue a new hobby, they lose interest as soon as it ceases to be engaging or fun. They are very much a people persons. They are talkative and not shy. Sanguines generally have an almost shameless nature, certain that what they are doing is right. They have no lack of confidence.”
— Describe your muse’s favorite memory.
Four years old, a memory at its earliest stage, yet so delicate and precious. The young girl trotted after her father in a near skip, smiles echoed on both of their features. This was the first time she found herself glued to the man’s side in endearment rather than fear; something of a new emotion for her to experience. But, It was only given that her attention faltered onto the beautifully decorated frames of different generations alongside the wall by her. Curiosity at its finest, one that her father indulged in while they toured the vacant manor. “One day it’ll be your’s, darling. Your own castle that you can protect.” At the time, of course, she didn’t fully understand the definition behind his words, yet the idea alone gave nothing but a euphoric feeling as her fingers laced together with his. “You can do that for me, right?”
— Name something your muse will always believe in.
Destiny & soulmates.
— Name a song that would play during the opening of a movie about your muse’s life.
Worst Behavior by Ariana Grande
— Going out or staying in?
Going out.
— Read the book or watch the movie?
Read the book.
— Talk during a movie or absolutely not?
No. What do you think this is?
— Sing to a song, hum along, or people should just stay quiet and enjoy listening to the song?
She wouldn’t be able to decide herself.
— Windows up while you’re driving or roll them down?
Wait, she’s allowed to drive?
— A wizard casts a spell on your muse that reveals their true colors. No, literally. The wisp of an aura is beginning to form around your muse. What color is it?
Crimson twirled around her in a deep fog. It felt suffocating as if air was forced out of her lungs within mere seconds, being replaced by nothing but the encasements of red. She knew very well that she deprives herself into two different personalities. She just didn’t expect the full showcase to cause such an intense pressure down against her chest. Red..? The color of love, creativity, passion, adventure, energy, and so many more beautiful things. Although, all she could think about were the color’s relativity to danger and aggression. There’s no way to tell which is the true or honest tell of her character.
— A wizard casts a spell on your muse that reveals their true nature. Smoke curls around your muse, accompanied by distant sounds of wildlife. When the smoke clears, what animal is standing in your muse’s place?
The previously suffocating smoke finally cascades from her senses. Opposed to the expected, a small fox appears in her wake, sounds of birds and leaves in the wind peeking from the distance. Many appeal to the fox as an ideal spirit animal by the way they follow signs of loyalty, independence, adaptability, beauty, and positive signs of luck. This is something she felt she could agree with as well as understand despite the strange circumstances. It’s what she didn’t know is the entire reason behind her revealed spirit; that the foxes are the royalties of mischievousness and tricks.
— A wizard (is this still the same wizard?) casts a spell on your muse that allows them to see what they most desire right here, right now, right in front of them. What do they see?
It seems these strange events never stop. This realization dawned on her the moment a figure shaped in-front of her, a figure so familiar yet unknown. The figure reached out to her with worry printed on their ghostly features. She didn’t know how to react at first, it was only natural that her hand reached out to his, an unforced smile tugging at the edges of her lips. When their fingers touched, all shades of color and light became possible. It became easy. It felt like fireworks plus all previous negative emotions or pressures ceasing to exist in his wake. She believed that this was her fate, the one she’s destined to be with. At least, until the figure lifted her small frame off the floor in a more maternal stance. Her eyes grew wide while everything around her froze. “Fa-..”
— A wizard (why haven’t they given up yet?) casts a spell on your muse that forces them to see what they are most afraid of. What do they see?
Within an instant, everything vanishes from her line-sight. Nothing but pure darkness surrounds her, not even indications of time or location. Her heart begins to pound inside her chest as panic shivers its way down every nerve and fiber of her being. Where is she? Where did everyone go? The girl paces back and forth before eventually running anywhere she could go without truly feeling like she’s moving at all. In the end, her body falls down to her knees as weakness or hopelessness settles into her bones; a broken sob stuck in the back of her throat. Being alone is the most tragic feeling anyone could experience.
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