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mianavs · 3 years

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Love Me Wrong [01 ; Memoirs]

content: angst, mourning, and kidnapping

featuring: hanma, sanzu, mikey, and mentions of kisaki

note: here's part one that's more like an intro, setting the mood for the story. nothing explicit just yet hehe. feel free to reblog, drop an ask, or leave a comment! also a big thanks to @suyaluvs for beta reading this <3

words: 2.2k

other: masterlist ; @tometpd ; @hanayanetwork ; @tokyoredlightdistrict

Despite your silent prayers, the weather forecast proved itself correct, and flurries, as far as the eye could see, descended from the sky as you trudged through the cemetery. In one hand you held a black convenience store bag full of your brother’s favorite snacks and in the other, you cradled a wisteria bonsai that you’d bought as a gift for him. After more than a decade, you could still picture him in the warm summer sunlight, leaning against a wisteria tree with a notebook full of notes and fighting off the urge to sleep.

Then again, Kisaki Tetta had always been a fighter.

He’d fought with your father, demanding child support on behalf of his mother. He’d fought with your mother whenever she spewed insults at him. He’d fought with his mother whenever she received you with open arms after running away from the toxic environment that was your home. And he’d especially fought you, his half-sister, whenever life was too cruel to him and he needed an easy outlet for his festered anger.

Kisaki had always been a fighter and that was what ultimately led to his horrific death.

“Make it quick, Princess. You’re in enough danger just being here.” A tired rumble interrupted your reverie and you turned around to glare at the man that had been your shadow ever since your brother’s death.

“It’s been twelve years, Hanma,” you grumbled with a roll of your eyes. “No one is following me around.”

The tall, lanky man took a drag from his cigarette–a filthy habit as you’d told him multiple times–before blowing out the smoke.

“Still, ther–”

“There’s always a chance,” you interrupted with a sigh. “I know, I know. I’ll be quick, I promise.” As a peace offering, you shot him a smile that he returned, albeit partially and with a roll of his eyes.

Careful not to slip on the thin layer of snow, you hurried down the aisle of gravestones demarcated by family name until you found yours. There, behind the center pillar, you saw your brother’s name on a grave marker and ran your fingers over the characters burned onto the smooth wooden surface.

“Twelve years and I still can’t believe you’re gone,” you whispered as your throat constricted.

Remembering your time limit, you circled back to the front of the tombstone and found Hanma kicking away dead leaves near the entrance steps. You followed his lead and cleared away any stray leaves, sticks, and dead flowers from previous visits. Ignoring the frigid cold nipping at your fingers and face, you kneeled on the concrete slab and pulled out the snacks.

“I tried to remember all of your favorites but I’m not sure if I got them all,” you said to your brother’s grave. “Whenever I followed you around in the convenience store, you would always chase me out, so I never really got to see everything you bought.”

You laughed a watery laugh as the tears flooded in and trickled down your face.

“Hanma helped, though,” you admitted and motioned back to the steps where Hanma stood. He had a tendency to do that whenever the two of you came to visit, staying on the steps and never quite allowing himself to kneel next to you. It wasn’t until he recounted the events of that tragic night that you realized it was pure unadulterated guilt that kept him from entering your family’s grave and mourning alongside you.

“I hope you get to them before the squirrels do,” you joked, setting the snacks in a row on the stone ledge in front of the pillar. “Although, I’m sure you’ll figure it out. You’ve always been incredibly smart… too smart if you ask me.”

A fresh set of tears blurred your vision and sobs bubbled in your chest as you remembered your brother during his last days. His hair had been bleach-dyed blonde, skin unnaturally tanned, and he went through gang uniforms as if they were chopsticks from the convenience store–but far more dangerous. He had been his cruelest during that time, but you never gave up on him and continued following him around like an abandoned puppy, hoping one day he’d reach his goal and go back to being your brother.

But that day never came, and he died in a terrible accident that left you with a guilt that was different from Hanma’s.

“I-I’m sorry!” Sobs tore from your throat as tears dripped onto your balled fists on top of your lap. “I wish things could have been different… I wish we could’ve been closer… been by your side… made you happy so you never would’ve gotten into that mess!”

Sorrowful sobs turned into woeful wails as you mourned the death of your brother the same way you’d done at the hospital twelve years ago, but instead of your father drawing you into his arms, you found yourself in Hanma’s. You buried your face into his chest and cried until you couldn’t anymore, all while the older man gently patted your back. Only when your cries turned into sniffles, did Hanma loosen his hold on you, letting his arms fall but remaining by your side as you faced the tombstone.

“I, uh… g-got you this.” Sniffling and trying your hardest to control your stuttered breathing, you picked up the little tree by its clay pot and set it down in front of you. “I… was p-planning on… leaving it here just for one night, but the damn snow ruined everything.”

Hanma snorted beside you, but you ignored him and continued. “But I promise I’ll take good care of it and bring it back in the spring.”

“And I’ll keep an eye on her,” Hanma interjected with a cough. “Make sure she keeps her word.”

With promises from the two of you to your brother, you offered up a quick prayer before gathering the trash and leaving with the bonsai tree held securely in your arms.

As the two of you walked the long trek through the pretty cemetery back to the bus stop, you listed off restaurants and their popular dishes while Hanma mulled over the options to decide which place to go for lunch. You figured since he’d relented in escorting you to Tetta’s grave on the death of his anniversary, the least you could do was buy him lunch.

“Hmmm… you like spicy food right?!” You asked, trailing behind Hanma and kicking up the flurries in front of you. “How about we go for som– Uff!”

Distracted, you failed to notice your escort had stopped dead in his tracks and you ran into his back, barely managing to stop yourself from falling back.

“Ugh, what the hell, Han–”

His arm shot out in front of you while his entire body took a defensive stance. After years of trailing after your brother and knowing Hanma, you instantly felt the shift in the air and knew something wasn’t right.

Jarring laughter cut through the sound of rattling barren branches and an involuntary shiver ran down your spine. Hanma himself stiffened and the name of Japan’s most feared crime syndicate came to mind.

“Ahhhh~ long-time no see, Hanma!”

“Sanzu,” Hanma greeted Bonten’s number 2 man through gritted teeth. “What do you want?”

You heard steps and a gleeful hum while Hanma pushed you further behind him.

“Oh, just your corpse bleeding out and cov–” The sing-songy voice stopped and the hair’s on your neck stood up. “Well well well, if it isn’t little Miss Kisaki.”

At the sound of your name, you dared to look up at Sanzu and your blood ran cold. Just a couple feet away was the pink-haired man in a pinstripe three-piece suit with the most perturbing smile on his scarred mouth. But that wasn’t what made you freeze on the spot, it was his eyes–specifically his pupils–that were so blown out you could barely see the pale blue that lined them.

“I’m sure my King would just love to see you.” He twitched as he leered at you before turning to Hanma. “An eye for an eye, eh Hanma?”

In an instant, Hanma lunged after Sanzu and yelled out one word with a desperation you hadn’t heard from him in years.

“RUN!”

With a jolt, you took off in the opposite direction you’d been going as the sound of grunts, laughter, and harsh skin-on-skin contact faded into the background. Struggling to draw in the frigid February air, you panted as you careened down stone steps to the site where your family’s grave was. Just when you made contact with the stone pathway, a single gunshot echoed through the air, causing birds to take to the sky and your heart to fall into the pit of your stomach.

Because Hanma had been unarmed.

Your head throbbed, ears rang, heart thundered, and legs wobbled as a choked cry ripped from your tightening throat. Clutching onto the clay pot for dear life, you fought with yourself over whether to turn back or keep going until you decided on the latter, knowing Hanma would never forgive you if you didn’t. With legs numb from shock, you staggered onward, knowing the only way you’d survive would be by getting yourself out of the cemetery.

Nearing the stone grave where your brother’s ashes were buried, you saw a thin person wearing a black hoodie, cropped black pants, and sandals in the distance, and your first instinct was to seek help from them. Through sheer willpower, you took in a ragged breath and bumbled over to the stranger, crying for help.

It wasn’t until they lowered their hood that you recognized the tattoo on the man’s nape and found yourself face-to-face with the Manjiro Sano, Bonten’s leader and the person your brother had been obsessed with before his death.

He was a shadow of what he once had been; a beam of blinding light wherever he went. He was noticeably thin–even behind his oversized clothing– and had the most prominent dark circles you had ever seen. Like Sanzu, however, his eyes were the most frightening part about the man that had once been dubbed ‘Invincible Mikey’. They were two pits of the dullest black that made your skin crawl the longer they bore into you. If the eyes were the windows of the soul then, Mikey’s soul was an abyss of nothingness. Just a black hole that threatened to swallow you up without a trace.

Petrified, you stood there as Mikey took you in, and then the most peculiar thing happened. He blinked once and suddenly there was a sharpness to his gaze. A glimmer of recognition that cut through you, making you lose feeling in all four of your limbs.

Crash!

The sound of the clay pot shattering beneath you shook you from your daze and you staggered backward, unable to fully turn away from the deranged force that was Bonten’s leader.

And just like that, you took a wrong step that started a domino effect leading to your fall–both literally and figuratively. Your ankle twisted, a hiss of pain escaped your trembling lips, and you found yourself tumbling backward until you felt a shock of pain on the back of your head and fell against the steps of a grave–your own family’s grave.

Seering pain coursed down your spine and your vision blurred as a hot sticky substance trickled down your neck. With the last bit of adrenaline that coursed through your veins, you touched your neck and brought your hand to your face, seeing what you’d already suspected. Splotches of black blotched the red blood on your fingers, but the last thing you saw was Mikey’s pale face surrounded by a black hood. He made quite the sight as you lied there on your family’s grave, bleeding out, and your final thought before you succumbed to your injury reflected that.

Ah, he must be my Reaper.

Sanzu watched with a satisfied smile as Hanma’s corpse lied on a patch of snowy grass, bleeding out from the bullet-hole in his head, and Sanzu’s gun, wiped clean of its owner’s fingerprints, near the dead man’s hand tattooed with the word punishment. He quirked his head to the side and admired his handiwork before heading in the direction that Kisaki’s sister had run off in.

Just when he’d been debating whether to fuck then kill her or kill and then fuck her corpse, he spotted his King trudging over with said girl in his arms, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. Like clockwork, Sanzu traded his smile for a frown before rushing to alleviate Mikey of his burden.

“We’re taking her back,” Mikey’s monotonous voice informed him as Sanzu took the unconscious woman. “Find a body that can pass as her and burn it. That should keep them distracted for a while.”

“T-taking her back? Why?” Even in Sanzu’s drug-fueled haze, he was well-aware that taking Kisaki’s sister had never been the plan.

In a fraction of a second, Mikey had the cool barrel of his shotgun pressed against Sanzu’s cheek while he glowered at his subordinate with barely-subdued rage.

“You don’t get to question me,” Mikey said in a hollow voice that sent shivers down Sanzu’s spine and caused his cock to twitch to life.

“Of course, my King.” Sanzu sighed before turning his head and pressing a kiss to the end of Mikey’s gun. “Your wish is my command.”

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #tr x reader #mikey x reader #bonten x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyorev x you #tr x you #mikey x you #bonten x you #tokyo revengers angst #tokyorev angst #mikey sano #hanma shuji #sanzu haruchiyo #kisaki tetta #navs.tr

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carlosfruitsnacks · 3 years

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omg please do sin flores part 3 PEPEEPSLSEPELALDL

"Mi Flor"

PART 1 || PART 2

summary:

— spring has come and gone, the flowers within began growing less ever since Carlos made his place in your life. Though you're still in pain, unable to profess your love for him. Meanwhile, Carlos tries to live on without you and grew distant. Will you two eventually realize both of your feelings are reciprocated? Or will the flowers keep getting between you both?

genre:

— angst with comfort

notes:

— final part. female reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me if I got something wrong though I will refrain from using too much Spanish.

warning/s:

— mentions of blood

FINALLY, THE FINALE IS HERE! I have contemplated whether to give this a happy ending or not, I chose the former because I couldn't resist not giving y'all a happily ever after considering the angst I put y'all through lmao. enjoy!

You sit by your windowsill, gazing beyond and deep in thought. Every now and then you can feel your chest grow tight with the urge to vomit but it never comes. It was still difficult for you to breathe properly. It's been days since you last vomited flowers, it gave you the impression that you're getting better. However, it was then that Carlos decided to distance himself away from you.

The first time he came to visit you was mind-boggling, it was the last thing you were expecting. Then Carlos apologized and it felt so surreal, though as the days go by with his frequent visits, you realize that he was trying to get close. It made your heart swell up with joy every time you would spend time with him. He's been so sweet, assisting you while you were sick and throwing up flowers. During one moment, you're convinced that he's finally returning your feelings and that you're going to be saved. That is until now, it's been weeks since you last saw him. You missed Carlos so much.

A cough erupted from your throat, as you covered your mouth and coughed profusely. You thought you were back to vomiting flowers again, yet not a single petal emits from your mouth. Instead, there were specks of blood. Your eyes were blurry and wet, you struggled to inhale. Dios, you wished he was here right now. Suddenly, your bedroom door creaked open, you turn with surprise.

"Ca...Camilo?"

You croaked out. Camilo gives you a soft wave, he sets the basket of food on the nearest table and rushes beside you. He begins rubbing your back as you coughed again, it was so suffocating and you feared that you were going to abruptly stop breathing at any moment then die. Eventually, the coughing ceased. You spare a glance at Camilo, you couldn't help but see Carlos. Of course, they were twins, but the comfort you felt was so familiar to when he was still here. Camilo hands you a freshly cooked empanada, your shaky hands take it as you try to regulate your breathing.

"I heard that you stopped vomiting flowers"

You can only nod your head as you took a tiny bite of the empanada. Camilo watches you, there was this odd look on his face like he has something in mind that he wanted to share. He takes a seat beside you on the bed, he twiddled with the hem of his ruana and avoided your eyes. Camilo did pay you visits though not as often as Carlos, awkwardness rises in the air.

"Has...has Carlos been treating you well?"

He asks. Somehow, you were expecting the question but still mildly surprised. You swallowed and sighed, all the moments you spent with Carlos comes flooding back inside your head.

"Sí, Camilo. More than well actually..."

You can see the bothered look in the boy's eyes. Camilo bites his lip, his leg was bouncing as you stared and waited for him to say what he wanted.

"Is Carlos, uh...you know, is he-"

"No, he's...he's not in love with me and I don't think he will ever be"

There was a pregnant pause. Camilo faces you, it might seem that you're alright but he can clearly see the tears in the corner of your eyes. He couldn't help but remember seeing Mirabel when they were five, when she didn't get a gift, she'll act like she was fine but her eyes would be watering. So, he did what he did to his prima back then; make you laugh.

"Meh, that cabrón ain't shit anyway"

You snort. Camilo can see the corner of your lips curve up ever so slightly. Even if you were about to meet this inevitable doom, he might as well make you not feel like shit while waiting for it. He grins.

"You're so nice and pretty [Name], I don't know why that pendejo can't see that but I know there's a problem with his eyesight"

Camilo gets a giggle out of you, all he needed to do is to keep going. He wondered if his twin ever even tried to make you laugh like this or was he too distracted by the fact that you're dying.

"I mean, he always comes to tía Julieta yet whatever he eats still doesn't heal his stupidity, or maybe it's also some incurable disease too"

You couldn't help but laugh at that. You tilt your head back and let out a cackle, you appreciated Camilo for this and god knows you needed a good laugh after what you're going through. He laughed along with you and added more jokes in, coaxing a laugh out of you. Eventually, you both laughed 'til you cried. After the laughter, Camilo gently wraps his arm around you, giving you a friendly side-hug.

"Hey, with or without this disease, you're just as special as everybody else [Name]. You're going to be okay"

Camilo told you softly. You smiled at his kind words, though you couldn't help but wish that Carlos said it instead.

A month rolls by in a blink of an eye, you haven't seen or heard from Carlos ever since. You've been spending more time with Camilo, you and he formed a great bond. He was such a sweet friend. He'll make the effort to make you feel laugh and feel better like you didn't have this deadly disease. You're still coughing with no flowers, gladly, he was there to help you. Camilo has been trying to get you outside since you've been cooped up inside your room ever since your condition worsened. He'll take you around secluded places in Encanto, it was nice being out.

Today was one of those days. You got dressed and you'll find Camilo waiting for you outside the house. You two would share food as you made your way near the forest. You both arrived by the riverside, it was the same place when Carlos pushed you in and you coughed out your first flower. You and Camilo sat by the riverbank, feet dipped in the cool water. He was too immersed in this story he was telling while he shapeshifted into different people.

You've been thinking about Carlos so much that it was becoming pathetic. You didn't understand why he decided to not show up anymore, did the times you spent with him meant nothing? Did he only want to apologize to feel assured that you're dying not because of him? It felt so unfair and cruel that you're deceived like this. That you're going to have that happy ending but instead you're going to be left to die with lungs probably filled with wilted flowers. You watched the water in the river, your eyes started to feel wet. Camilo stops talking when he hears you sniffing, he realizes your sobbing quietly. He shapeshifts into you and gives you a hug.

You embraced this version of yourself before you got the disease, you held on tight and sobbed uncontrollably. It was hard trying to be alright, even if you felt like you can feel better but it seems like time is running out. Maybe by the time you're emotionally okay, you're already six feet under. You coughed and let all the tears out, you clung to Camilo for dear life.

"Hey hey [Name], shhh, it's going to be okay..."

"It's s-so un-unfair, 'Milo"

Camilo involuntary shifts back into himself, his eyebrows furrowed. He knew what you meant, and he thinks the same too. He's upset that his twin brother can't be in love with you yet he understands that feelings aren't supposed to be rushed or faked. He feels stuck as he resorted to just holding you and being a good friend.

"I...I know, [Name]. I think it's unfair too"

"Am I really going to die like this?"

You cried, half-hysteric, and the fear in your voice evident. Camilo had to keep himself together and not cry, but damn this was the saddest thing he has ever experienced in his life. He racked his brain for solutions or anything to make your situation less shitty. An idea pops up but it sounds so bittersweet, he was debating to tell you or not. Camilo pulls away and helps you wipe away your tears, he inhales sharply and forced a wide smile.

"Well, it's not like we can stop the impossible. But that doesn't mean we can't make the most of the time we have left"

He breaks it to you softly. It took you seconds to process what he said, it was hard to admit that he has a point. You regained your composure. It was heartbreaking trying to accept that you are indeed going to die, but you don't want to waste your time crying about it. Yeah, you should've made the most of your remaining time left. You give Camilo a small smile.

"Ye-yeah, you're...you're right"

Camilo was relieved to see you agree with his rueful idea. He reaches his hand to ruffle your hair, hiding the fact that he feels so bad for you.

"How about you make a list of things you wanna do before...uh...before the clock stops ticking!"

There were persistent knocks on the door, he tries to block the sound out by covering his ears with his pillow. Carlos shuts his eyes, praying that whoever is on the other side would give up. He makes no sound and waited. Finally, there was a pause followed by a soft sigh. He learns that it was his older sister, Dolores. Carlos listens to her gentle footsteps walking away and he lets out a loud exhale.

Carlos has been deliberately avoiding his family for weeks, but he's been avoiding you longer. The Madrigals wanted to know why he stopped visiting you but he couldn't say a word. The vision he had from his tío Bruno was still intact but hidden away, he would go mad if he kept staring at it. Avoiding you felt like the best idea but hellish to him. Carlos can hear his brain chanting your name, he'll see your face in his sleep, and his mind replays the moments you spent with him. He rarely went outside his room anymore, he'll only sneak out when he needed to get away from these thoughts of you.

He pressed his hands on his face and let out a muffled groan. Carlos was being haunted by these incomprehensible emotions he had for you. He was convinced that he was doing this for the better but then he'll crave the warmth of your presence, the sound of your laughter, and your bright eyes. Santa mierda, what the fuck is happening? Carlos can deny and repress all these feelings yet he can do it for so long. There must be something he's missing.

Eventually, the itch in his brain can't be scratched unless he leaves his room. Carlos chooses to give in. He inhales sharply as he twisted the doorknob, he takes a peek outside. Luckily, there's nobody around, he lets out a relieved exhale. He decided to head down to the kitchen, he sees Mirabel eating. He freezes but it was too late when his prima spots him.

"Hey, Carlos! Where were you? [Name] came here earlier"

Wait, what?

Shit, he couldn't believe he just missed that! He rolled his eyes, feigning to be not concerned. He casually steals some food and eats while his mind ran a hundred thoughts per second. How much did he miss since he began avoiding you? A horrible feeling forms in his gut. Were you upset? Fuck, maybe you are. He shouldn't have avoided you without saying a word. Carlos wanted to kick himself in the face. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel bad, you've gone through enough. As Carlos was locked in his thoughts. Isabela makes an appearance with her colorful dress and a pot full of blooming flowers

"Ey, primo. Can you deliver this to [Name]'s? She's been requesting these exotic flowers"

As soon as he heard your name, Carlos snatches the flowers from Isabela and heads toward the door. This was his chance to apologize and make up for his shitty decision. He looks at the various flowers he was holding. It was almost the end of spring, he wondered if you were still vomiting flowers. He shuddered at the thought of your condition growing worse without him by your side. Carlos hurried until he reached your house.

A smile appears on his lips, he's going to see you again. Time grew slow when he looked upward, his smile swiftly falters, he immediately regrets looking up by your window. It all comes flooding back to him, the fucking vision. The pot of flowers slips out of his hands as it shattered into smithereens on the ground.

Meanwhile, you were talking with Camilo animatedly by the windowsill. You were thanking him for helping you complete your bucket list in one day. He waves his hand, saying it was nothing.

"Ay, there's one last thing on your list, [Name]"

Camilo smirks teasingly. You grow rigid as a blush decorated your cheeks, you turn away. He frowns and points at you.

"¡Oye prometiste! You promised to finish all that is on the list, confessing to my twin brother is the final one!"

"But what if-"

"No! No buts and what-ifs, you're going to get tu culo to mi hemano and confess your love!"

Camilo scolded. He's right, you needed to tell Carlos how much you love him before you die. You let out a defeated sigh and scoffed.

"Dios mio, I can't believe I'm finally doing this"

"You gotta at some point"

"You're right...mucho gracias for everything, Camilo"

"Ay, you're welcome, [Name]"

Before you know it, Camilo envelopes you in a warm and friendly embrace. You couldn't make it this far without him. You smile into the hug as he pats you on the back. You two pull away, he raised his eyebrow asking if you're ready as you nod your head. You make your way outside to find a broken flowerpot and some exotic flowers scattered along with the dirt. Confused, you looked closer until Camilo slaps your shoulder. He cries out and points ahead at a figure running away, you squint your eyes and realized that it was Carlos.

You start to panic so Camilo screams for you to go run after him. You wheezed as you began sprinting towards Carlos. While you're running, you can feel your lungs burning. A cough threatens to break out but you hold it in. You run as fast as your legs can handle. Though just when you were so near to him, your legs give up as you tumble to the dirt. You grimaced and gasped for air but coughed instead. You can feel bile rising in your throat as tears form in your eyes. Everything was in pain and you can tolerate so much. Suddenly, a pair of hands helped you up to your feet.

"Shit, [Name]?! Are you okay?!"

You recognize the voice to be Carlos'. You let out a relieved wail and went in to hug him. Carlos stood still as a statue and reluctantly wrapped his arms around you. Thankfully, the coughing stopped. He fixes your hair as you stay buried in his arms. It felt too good to be true for both of you.

"Carlos, I...I love you"

You pull away and finally confessed to him. You waited in agony for his reaction. Will he push you away? Or does he feel the same? The latter sounds so impossible. Carlos gulped, an unfamiliar look in his eyes.

"I...I knew, [Name]"

Well fuck

It was embarrassing, to say the least. You turn away with a heavy sigh and flushed cheeks, since when did he know about your feelings about him? Great, what are you going to do now? Carlos watched the look of sadness on your face, he panicked. Should he say something? His mouth opens and closes, unable to find the proper words to say. You wrap your arms around yourself.

"I guess, I should go-"

"I love you too, [Name]"

The two of you meet eyes. Your jaw falls open as you look at Carlos, flabbergasted. His face turns in all shades of red while he covers his mouth with his hand. Neither the two of you were expecting any of this. It took you long enough to snap out of the shock.

"Carlos...is that true?"

You ask. Carlos draws in a breath and lets out a shaky exhale, he couldn't believe it was only now he had the answers to these feelings. He was falling for you, hard and good. It felt amazing to know you feel the same and also that you're finally going to be saved.

"Absolutely"

There was this sincere flare in Carlos' eyes as he replied. Tears filled with joy and disbelief flood in your eyes, you try to keep it together but the dam broke as you let out a happy sob. Your feelings were reciprocated and you're not going to die. The shapeshifter locks you in an embrace, holding you so tight. Carlos relaxes as he placed a kiss on your temple. All of a sudden, your chest felt so light as you let in a big inhale.

Unspeakable joy fills you when he looks at you with fondness in his eyes, you have never seen Carlos so soft before that it's making you weak. He caresses your hair and your cheek. You felt like floating, and if ever this was a dream, you wish to never wake up.

"[Name], mi flor"

Carlos calls out to you as you smile from ear to ear. Before you can say anything to him, he grabs the sides of your face and goes in for a kiss. Air gets knocked out of your lungs as you kiss him back. Eventually, you two pulled away. Carlos was ecstatic now that you're finally his. And he's yours as long as the flowers keep growing.

masterlist

#encanto #disney encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto fanfiction #carlos madrigal #carlos madrigal x reader #carlos my beloved #carlos madrigal x y/n #carlos x reader #jay's fanfics™️#jay's fluff fics™️

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realcube · 3 years

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❥ HOW HE CONFESSES

characters ❥ mikey, draken & baji

tw ❥ the beach, bad driving, mentions of murder and cursing

cr ❥ requested by anon

a/n ❥ i’ve not read the manga yet :’(

MIKEY

♥ his love language is shoplifting for you <33

♥ like okay.. in writing it kinda sounds pathetic compared to all the other shit he does but like.. he goes through the effort of personally picking up your favourite snack from the grocery store —instead of getting his toman underling to do it for him — and hiding them under his shirt

♥ and he thinks about you the whole time he is sprinting away from security

♥ if that isn’t true love idk what is

♥ today wasn’t any ol’ day tho, snacks and sweets were going to cut it

♥ instead, he went for the big shiny rock on a ring he keeps seeing the window of the rock shop on the high street

♥ it was pretty, for a rock, but not pretty enough for anyone in their right mind to think it’s worth £10,000/$14,000/ ¥1,500,000!!!

♥ however, after hearing that price from a salesperson, he knew that stupid rock ring was exactly how he’d win your heart <3

♥ it was a challenge and it had him working overtime, but after pulling some strings, doing a couple favours, and maybe even inadvertently killing some people (you never know 🤷‍♂️), he managed to get his hands on the pristine stone, which he had come to learn was called a diamond, which was why it was so expensive

♥ the guy who did him the favour of stealing it initially asked if mikey was planning on proposing and mikey said yes —since asking you out on a date is technically a proposal — and the dude didn’t even question it, he just said good luck

♥ and that sort of energy was exactly what mikey needed right now as he stood behind a wall near your lunch table as he mentally prepared himself for what he was about to do

♥ all your friends had left yet you were still sitting there alone since mikey texted you and asked for you to wait behind, and the fact you actually did filled him with hope from the get-go

♥ “(y/n)! there you are!” mikey greeted as if he didn’t know exactly where you were this whole time. why was his heart thumping so harshly in his chest? and why did he suddenly feel overwhelmingly embarrassed? i mean, he’s not done anything worth being awkward about.. yet.

♥ he didn’t understand. he never usually gets this way around people. but then again, he shouldn’t be surprised since he knew you were an exception from the beginning

♥ “hi, mikey.” you hummed, head propped gently on your arm while you slipped your phone away, “why did you want to see me? is something wrong?”

♥ the slight concern he detected in your voice was enough for him to immediately blurt out, “oh, no! nothing like that! everything is great; i am great and i, erm, hope you are too.” he announced, somewhat glad that your only reaction was a blank stare as it meant he doesn’t feel inclined to explain himself

♥ “so, uh, i was just wonder if you..” he started, clenching his jaw as he mentally reassured himself. the fact that he felt embarrassed about feeling embarrassed made things infinitely harder from him. he took a deep breath, and spilled

♥ “do you want to go out on a date with me sometime?” he basically screamed, squeezing his eyes shut tight and emptying his left pocket onto the table in front of you so that his special gift would accompany his proposal

♥ he closed his eyes as if that was going to protect him from rejection, but before he was able to silently rebuke himself, he heard faint sobbing from where he dropped his present

♥ upon opening his eyes, the shock from the sight before him was enough to give him whiplash

♥ in an unfortunate turn of events, he must’ve emptied the wrong pocket because sitting on the table in front of you was not a diamond ring, but rather a sherbet dip he bought to share with you if you said ‘yes’ to his proposal

♥ and his suspicions were correct, you were the one crying

♥ ....

♥ waIT WHY ARE YOU CRYING mikey panicked, frantically looking around for someone who might’ve hurt you, or perhaps someone he’d have to send to A&E

♥ “are you okay?”

♥ “yeah.” you whispered, your light chuckle enough to prevent mikey from worrying any more, “i’m just..” you stuttered, smiling fondly at the blonde, “i’m just really happy. i thought you’d never ask.”

♥ it was impossible for mikey to conceal the sigh of relief he breathed as he slumped down next to you on the bench, “thank god. i thought someone had threatened you or something.”

♥ “threatened me? why would they do that?” you innocently cocked your head to the side, rubbing your eyes as you did so.

♥ oh, yeah. mikey hadn’t been fully transparent with you about his.. current employment. as far as you knew, he was a full-time student at ‘toman academy’ and he had a part-time job babysitting (which was hardly a lie, in his opinion)

♥ so you didn’t really know about how he was the leader of the tokyo manji gang or any of that

♥ originally he thought it was fine to keep it a secret, but now that you were officially his partner it would be immoral to not let you know about his affiliation with the gang

♥ so he decided to tell you over a sherbert <33

♥ “so, are we official?” he cooed, ripping the lollypops out of the bag and popping one in his mouth while offering you the other by tapping it against your lips lightly

♥ “yep.” you smiled, taking the lolly into your mouth with a smile, glad that he didn’t bring up your little waterworks a few second ago

♥ but in all honesty, he was preoccupied wondering what the most appropriate way to phrase ‘i am the leader of a gang of delinquents’ would be

♥ poor little mikey brain working on overdrive

♥ he decided to pull out the ring, since he still had to give that to you, so while you were entranced by the fat gem glistening under the light in mikey’s possession, he began, “so, babe, do you think being a gang leader is hot?”

DRAKEN

♥ he honestly didn’t have a clue how to ask you out

♥ in fact, he didn’t even know that he had a crush on you until mikey pointed out all of his weird behaviours around you

♥ so his first instinct was to go to mikey for advice when thinking of ways to ask you out

♥ but the only idea that mf was to get ‘will you go out with me, (y/n)?’ tattooed onto his ‘thick skull’ and ofc draken wasn’t about to do that

♥ although he did consider it for like.. a minute

♥ (he was like.. hmmmm... well, the tattoo guy does owe me a favour so... maybe i could get it for free?)

♥ (or permanent marker might work???)

♥ anyway, he eventually decided to ask you out the good ol’ fashion way!! by just telling you how he feels

♥ however, once he explained this plan to mikey, he was scoffed and said ‘good luck with that’ in the most condescending tone of voice

♥ draken’s initial instinct was to simply beat up mikey and go ask you out anyway, but this conflict ran deeper than just him and mikey bickering about trivial issues- his whole relationship was on the line!

♥ so after hearing the leader out, he finally decided on the most appropriate way to confess — just like how all the dudes in the animes mikey and him and watched did it

♥ by giving you flowers and chocolates <3

♥ and mikey even offered to come into the store with draken and help him choose the goods since mikey was a self-proclaimed ‘love-expert’

♥ draken obviously denied his offer but he came along anyway

♥ “ooh, ken-chin! look at these ones, they’re on sale.” mikey gasped, happily grabbing a pack of heart-shaped chocolates off the shelf, ripping them open and stuffing his face, “and they are delicious too!”

♥ paying no attention to the fact that mikey had essentially already committed a crime since there was no way he intended to pay for those chocolates, draken mused while eyeing up the rest of the sweets, the bouquet of flowers he had already chosen tucked under his arm, “valentine’s day was a week ago, that’s probably why they are on sale.”

♥ “draken?”

♥ a familiar voice from the end of the aisle caused draken to avert his gaze from the chocolates displayed in front of him and instead search for the source of the voice, which happened to be you standing innocently with your basket in-hand

♥ “ah, (y/n),” draken tensed, immediately shoving the bouquet of flowers behind his back at hopefully out of your sight as he put on a forced smile to distract from them too, “what a nice surprise seeing you here.”

♥ “hm?” mikey chimed in, unable to vocalise his curiosity through the chocolates stuffed in his mouth, but that didn’t stop him from trying, “is that the (y/n) you were talking about? the one you were going to conf--”

♥ “that’s enough outta you.” draken hissed through a fake smile, shoving mikey into the next aisle, which happened to be the snack aisle so, entertained, he decided to stay put

♥ “oh, is that your friend mikey?” you inquired, having only ever heard about mikey through rumours up until now. though none of them exactly matched the image you saw just there

♥ “yep, he’s pain sometimes, but he’s still cool.” draken muttered, awkwardly rolling on the balls of his feet as he waited for a deity to save him from this interaction — not that he didn’t want to talk to you, it’s just that every second you spend with him, the less likely it becomes that his confession will go as planned

♥ and you only confirmed that with your follow-up question

♥ “i see you’ve got flowers, and you’re looking for chocolates. who’s the special someone?” you teased, poking draken’s cheek playfully (which is one of the many things he only finds comfort in when you do it)

♥ “oh, no one.” he hummed, his coy smile doing a number on your heart rate

♥ “how about you? who is that card for?” he inquired casually, gesturing to the classic pink ‘i have something to tell you... <3′ confession card that was only in-stock during valentine’s day season, that was sitting atop the groceries in your basket

♥ a cocky smirk tugged at his lips — as if to say ‘i won’ — while he watched you become increasingly flustered right in front of him. it was adorable

♥ but he thought it would stop there; stop with him winning the teasing battle, you getting all sheepish then leaving but that apparently wasn’t your plan

♥ instead, you lowered your head and outstretched your arms to give him the card (which was still in the wrapping plastic)

♥ “red-handed. i bought these with you in mind, draken.” you said, voice barely above a whisper, “but if you don’t accept then that’s fine too, have a nic--”

♥ “who said i don’t accept?” draken grumbled, almost as if he was annoyed, as he took your card and examined the card thoroughly for a couple seconds

♥ then suddenly, he froze. the shock of the realisation leaving him stunned to the point where the only thing he could do was shift his eyes from the card on to you and utter in a terrified tone, “this isn’t, uh, this isn’t a confession, is it?”

♥ you shrugged, “i guess, it is.”

♥ “damn it.” draken cursed, glaring at the snack aisle and hence mikey, for giving him this stupid idea

♥ “is there a problem?”

♥ “no.” draken said through gritted teeth before pulling out the bouquet his had hidden behind his back, “but i was meant to confess first.”

♥ your jaw dropped, leaving draken concerned for a second until you instantly pulled him in for a tight hug; another thing he admired about you was that you gave hugs like you were in the mafia, strong enough to cut off his airflow

♥ “double confession!” you squealed, absolutely delighted that draken not only wanted to confess to you, but he had the same idea to come to the shop and buy stuff beforehand

♥ “i guess so.” draken chuckled, handing you the bouquet of flower as soon as you pulled away, “these are for you.”

♥ you gasped, smiling at how he managed to remember your favourite kind of flower after a single off-handed comment you made ages ago, “thank you!” you hugged them to your chest, “have you already paid for them?”

♥ “no.” draken replied simply. “but they are still yours.”

♥ sometimes it slipped your mind that draken was part of a literal gang since.. he just seemed so normal and humble

♥ but on some other occasions, it was painfully difficult to consider draken anything close to ‘normal’

♥ and one of those moments was when he was trying to convince security he was pregnant with a flower-baby, and when that evidently didn’t work, he just made a run for it with mikey, whose pants pockets were filled with sweets that trailed behind him where ever he ran

BAJI

♥ he didn’t even ponder about how he was supposed to confess to you for over a second

♥ the idea just came to him instantly and he went with it

♥ the only question he asked was ‘how can i show them how badass i am without bragging?’ and he immediately came up with an answer and rolled with it, no questions asked

♥ and there was no planning or anything done beforehand either, he literally just texted you ‘where are you?’ at like 7PM and when you replied ‘the park’, he hopped on his bike and sped over

♥ like he didn’t even ask which park.. he just guessed.. but he guessed correctly

♥ your heart almost stopped as you watched a chunky motorcycle come speeding towards you at such a rate that all you could do was brace for impact and kiss goodbye to your relatively peaceful live

♥ however, at the very last second it swerved around you and came to a halt, allowing the rider to extend his free hand to you, “hop on.”

♥ the voice was all to familiar and you weren’t surprised at all to see baji with his signature ‘i could kill you’ grin plastered on his face

♥ as your heart rate slowly began to return to normal, you cried, “what do you mean ‘hop on’? you almost ran me over!”

♥ he unclipped his helmet and tossed it to you, “safety first.”

♥ “did you even hear what i just said?” you grumbled, putting on the helmet anyway

♥ “i think you said something about how excited you are to finally go out with me.” he mused, shuffling forwards slightly to give you more space to sit on behind him, like a true gentleman /s

♥ “no.” you replied simply.

♥ though you initially had no intention of going anywhere with him, you still found yourself reaching your leg over his bike to take a seat behind him, “where are we going?”

♥ baji shrugged, chuckling slightly as he felt you gently wrap your arms around his hips, “don’t know, but hold on tight.” he warned, revving his engine and taking off without another word

♥ perhaps you were the fool for getting on a motorcycle with baji and letting him take you to an undisclosed location, but you trusted him enough to know that he wouldn’t try to drive you off a cliff or put you in danger.. or at least, that is what you hoped

♥ however, if it wasn’t a rival gang that kills you, baji’s driving definitely would

♥ he drives like a madman and left you with no other choice but to cling onto him for dear life, since if you didn’t bury yourself into his side, you’d probably fly off with all sharp turns he does around the other cars/bikes

♥ it was like being taped to the top of a vehicle in mario cart

♥ eyes squeezed shut, you yelled over the harsh blaring of the wind, “slow the fuck down! where are you even taking me?”

♥ baji was having fun, but he was getting the feeling you weren’t..

♥ usually he doesn’t care about what other think but this was the first time he was taking you out, he didn’t want you to think of him as a maniac driver, or else you might not want to come with him ever again

♥ “if you open your eyes, you’ll see.” he uttered, slowing down slightly so the noises weren’t as harsh

♥ taking his word for it, you hesitantly pried open one of your eyes and turned your neck so your face was no longer pressed against his shoulder

♥ and honestly, you were glad you did. passed the edge of the road, you had the perfect view of the beach below, the sea gently glistening under the orange sunset

♥ now that your nose was free from only breathing in baji’s sickeningly strong, wild spice body spray, you finally able to enjoy fresh ocean air

♥ “the beach.” you mused, smiling down at the completely deserted sandy shore, which looked so beautifully peaceful in contrast to how busy it was when you usually come

♥ “no shit.” baji chuckled, his eyes remaining glued to road, despite how much he wanted to see your reaction

♥ you let out a defeated sighed, leaning against his back, “but it’s closed.”

♥ baji nodded, “yep, that means we’ve got the whole place to ourselves!”

♥ before you could question what baji meant by that, he steered off the edge of the road and down the steep hillside which led to the beach, though it definitely was not meant to be drove on as there were several warning sign at the side of the road, warning drivers about the hill

♥ “baji, what the fuck?!” you screamed over baji’s amused laughter, similar to the way you’d laugh if you were playing GTA, rather than playing with actual human lives

♥ “isn’t this fun?” he yelled back, enjoying how the wind felt against his skin as he maneuvered his bike down the steep hill

♥ honestly, you weren’t sure whether you enjoyed it or not, but as soon as the bike came to a smooth landing upon the soft sand of the beach, you found yourself silently wanting to do that again

♥ “well, how was that?” baji asked, immediately hopping off the bike on his own only so he could offer you a hand

♥ accepting his hand, you stepped off the cycle only to notice that your legs were shaking, yet you oddly liked it, “that was.. okay.” you murmured, not wanting to feed his ego but also unable to lie to him.

♥ “great.” he uttered, leaning forward to carefully unclip your helmet for you and sling it over the handle of his bike

♥ “so,” he started, looking around the beach for any stray cops or surveyors, “what do you wanna do?”

♥ he felt a light tug on his jacket sleeve, causing him to look down and meet your pleading gaze, “do you think we could go out again? some other time, maybe?”

♥ all baji did was laugh, resulting in you become sheepish for a moment, until he wrapped his arms around you picked you up for a hug, “obviously!”

♥ you smiled, your cheeks heating up slightly, “nice!”

♥ “anyway,” he started, placing you back down and dashing off towards the sea, “loser owes me lunch!”

♥ ignoring how he gets lunch either way, you immediately sprinted off behind him, watching as he dramatically fell over a large shell and face-planted into the the sand

♥ being the kind friend you are, you ignored him and continued running towards the water, only for him to grab your ankle and trip you up too

♥ “ha!” that is how he shows affection <3

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Frailty, thy name is woman! {2}

Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, masturbation, mentions of miscarriage, depression, and suicide.

This is dark!doctor!Steve Rogers and soft!Peter Parker and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You have an illness that can’t be seen or named. Doctor Rogers is your last chance at a cure as your loving husband tries to rediscover the woman he married.

Inspired by this ask

Note: It took me a while to find the energy to post this, I’m sorry. It’s been hard since I lost my job to wanna do anything but you guys are so sweet and I appreciate that. It’s set in the 1900s so keep that in mind! I hope you all like the last half.

Thank you. Love you guys!

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You slept better with the effects of the medicine but your energy continued to wane. You went for a walk on the two mornings after your second meeting with Dr. Rogers but returned with only the strength to reach your bed. Your chores once more lacked and you forgot to write out your thoughts.

And Peter. Your husband tried so hard to be patient, to be understanding, and yet that cloud of disappointment hung over you. You wanted to be better for him so why was it so hard?

As the date of your next appointment approached, you were little better than you were before the first. You had ceased following the physician’s instructions and instead found yourself hopeless and hazy. Your tears stained the pillow beside your head and tainted your tongue.

“You will be late,” Peter sat beside you on the bed as he held a steaming cup of tea, “please, you’re doing so well.”

You blinked and said nothing. You were doing so well but just as before, it all fell apart. You couldn’t figure out why it always ended up like this. You couldn’t figure out your own mind and why you couldn’t just be what every other woman was.

“Doctor Rogers can help you. He’s been helping you, dear,” Peter cooed as he rubbed your arm, “and I love you, I’ll always love you, even through all this.”

You frowned and covered your face. He heaved and the porcelain cup clinked on the night table. The bed shifted as he bent forward and held his head in his hands.

“I’m out of ideas, dear,” he said, “I don’t know what else I can do.”

You rolled over and hid from him. You sobbed into the pillow. You didn’t know either.

“I have to go to the laboratory. I cannot be late again,” he stood and you listened to his light footsteps, “I will inform the doctor you are unable to attend. Perhaps we might reschedule.”

You stayed silent and he touched your shoulder. He bent and kissed the crown of your head.

“I’m not giving up,” he swore, “I won’t.”

He left, reluctantly, and your body shook without restraint. You cried into the pillow case as you were racked with a pain so deep you weren’t certain it could ever be drawn out. The sense of helplessness was suffocating. It was as if no matter how hard you fought, it would never be enough, you would never be enough.

🩺

You languished as you had. The hours passed as the sunlight shifted on the walls and sent lines through the windows. You sat up and drank the cold tea and stared at the curling metal of the bed frame. You could hear birds outside and smell the pollen of new flowers but it only made the knot in your chest tighten.

Then a knock came, distant but firm. You tilted your head, numb and lost as it came again. You looked down at yourself, the wrinkled front of your sleeping gown and the brown stain from the tea dribbled from the brim of the cup. It sounded again and you winced.

It didn’t stop, wouldn’t stop. You got up slowly and stumbled around the room. You went through to the front room and neared the door as another rap shook it. A figure stood on the other side of the frosted glass. You touched the latch and trembled as you thought of turning it.

“It’s Doctor Rogers,” a voice called through the door, “will you let me in, ma’am?”

You closed your eyes and slumped. You shook your head and carefully turned the lock. You tried to stand straight and opened the door. Dr. Rogers’ smile fell as he saw you. His fingers clutched the handle of his leather bag and he pushed his shoulders up.

“May I come in?” he asked.

“Why are you here, doctor?”

“Well, you did not come to the office,” he said bluntly, “it did give me concern.”

“I have a headache,” you lied, “did my husband not make another appointment?”

“A headache?” he wondered doubtfully, “you might try mint or willow bark for the ailment but I do not think it effective on a conjured malady.”

“Doctor,” you fluttered your lashes guiltily.

“You might assuage my doubts and my concerns if you let me attend to you,” he said, “just to be certain you aren’t in dire condition.”

You looked down and stepped back. “Come in, doctor,” you murmured, “I apologize I did not come--”

“And what have you done these last weeks?” he ignored your apology, “have you been taking exercise? How have you been eating? Have you attended any of your chores?”

Your silence was an admission but he did not show the disappointment he expected. Instead his face softened with empathy as he set his bag down on a round table beside the upholstered chair and opened it.

“You have not even dressed yourself, I can guess at how you fare,” he said, “so I think we might take a different approach to your treatment. We should build to your independent healing although I do expect you to still attempt to adhere to my prescriptions.”

“Doctor?”

“Many contemporary physicians and psychologist suggest that hypnosis might be beneficial to those with your affliction,” he brought out his pocket watch and looked to you, “if you would lay on your back,” he pointed to the sofa.

“Hypnosis?” you drew your brows together, “I don’t think, well, I don’t know much about it.”

“It is nothing, it is like sleep. I think it will help with your nerves,” he looked at the watch, “you trust me? I am a doctor and I would not do anything but to help you. Why, I came all this way just to see that you were well.”

You felt a pang and realised how inconvenient your negligence was. You went to the couch and did as he said. He pulled the chair to the edge and sat. He held up the watch and let it dangle.

“All you have to do is focus on this,” he tapped the golden front, “and count and breath in time with it.” He began to swing it back and forth as your head was propped up against the arm of the couch, “think of nothing but the watch.”

Your lips parted and you grimaced.

“I know how it seems but haven’t you ever wanted to just not think? Perhaps that is the issue, that you never stop,” he said, “so, humour me.”

He kept on and you followed the watch with your eyes, back and forth, breathing in and out, one, two, three, four, five… Soon your vision blurred and your head felt light and then all your worries were gone. You laid there, blank and bleary, but free.

His voice was distant and the click of the watch as he set it down was almost indiscernible. “That’s it, you just relax,” you felt a tickle over your knees.

You didn’t move, you realised you couldn’t, and that the tickle was your sleeping gown. The fabric was drawn above your knees and a warmth glided up your calf. You were moved down so that you laid entirely flat, your leg slipped over the side of the couch.

“You must stay relaxed and breathe,” Dr. Rogers said as you felt his hand creep higher on your leg, “isn’t it nice?”

He pushed between your thighs and turned his hand. His flesh was hot against yours.

“We must relieve the tension,” he purred and slid his fingers along your cunt. Your eyes rolled back and you purred at the riling sensation. He poked between your folds and you felt a flush spread across your body, “just breathe.”

He rubbed along your opening and over your bud. His motion was steady as he swirled his fingertips and you felt yourself growing slick. You could think of nothing but your breath, but the burning in your core as he stoked it. You gasped and your heart beat faster as he played with your clit. It never felt so good.

He pressed a finger to your opening again and slowly dipped inside. He drew in and out several times and added another, bending both as he kept his thumb to your bud. He rocked his hand and your entire body with it. Your voice was loud and yet it was beyond your control.

“Let it go, let it all go,” he cooed, “come on.”

You moaned and it grew to shrill cry as a strike of lightning shot through you. Your body contorted as your core bloomed and fire swept through your veins. He guided you through the paralysing pleasure and stilled his hand only as the ripples faded.

Slowly he drew his hand from your cunt and sat back. He hummed and your skirt was pulled back down your legs. He took a deep breath and snapped his fingers. Your eyes shot open and suddenly the room was clear again.

You sat up, startled, as if awaking from a dream. He caught your shoulder and eased you back against the arm.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

You opened your mouth to answer but didn’t know what to say. You couldn’t explain how you felt.

“What I just did, you can do, you should do, at least once a day,” he leaned back and rubbed the wool of his trousers, “it is perfectly scientific. There’s have been a slew of recent studies which find that the female orgasm can be very impactful for woman who suffer so.”

“But, isn’t it--”

“What is wrong about it? It is human nature and if God made humans with that nature, it cannot be so bad. You have not spent seed without fruition, you have only used what creation gifted you,” he said, “but consider how you feel right now. You feel better, am I correct?”

You stared at him and bit your lip. You did feel lighter, you felt more awake, and you felt peaceful.

“Yes,” you whispered, “I suppose I do.”

“Great,” he clapped his hands and stood. He took the watch and returned it to his bag, “should I remain a time? We might talk?”

“No, no, you should go,” you stood unsteadily, “you have other patients and I’ve kept you so long.”

“It was not so long,” he said as he closed his bag, “but if you would that I go, I will.”

You nodded and saw him to the door with a frantic farewell. You locked it behind and turned to lean against it. Your heart was racing again. You thought of Peter, of his dismay that morning, of all those times you’d been unable to hold him.

🩺

You were hesitant at first and you resisted the doctor’s suggestion. Several days passed but the writing, the tea, the walking, none of it helped and you were so inconsistent, it was as if you hadn’t changed at all.

Then one morning, Peter left, again after a hopeless plea for you to get up, and you laid under your shroud of self-loathing and longing. You thought of it for a while, debated it in your head, and as you felt beneath your sleeping gown, the guilt nipped at your neck.

You tried to recall what Dr. Rogers did and tried to mimic him. As you played with your bud, your fingers were soon guided instead by the delightful stirring in your core. You shuddered as you slickened and you kept on twirling and twirling. Your breaths grew harried and you gulped as your voice spilled forth in weak moans.

Your toes curled as your hand moved faster and you came in a tangle of linen and wool. You pressed your hand flat to your pelvis and went limp over the mattress. You were floating, flying, and you felt as if you might do anything.

After a moment, you sat up and glanced around. You wiped your wet fingers on your nightgown as you stood and made the bed carefully. Then you went to the armoire and pulled an outfit from its depths. You dressed one piece at a time and looked at yourself in the mirror. That was something.

The hours before Peter’s return had you anxious but not deflated. You felt lost in the kitchen as you prepared the evening meal and when your husband returned, he smiled and searched as if in disbelief.

“Dear,” he kissed your cheek and you latched onto him to kiss his lips instead.

“Peter,” you said breathily, “I’m so sorry.”

His cheek twitched and he caressed your cheek, “don’t be.”

“I don’t know if I’m better but… I’m trying,” you said.

“I know,” he wrapped his arms around you and drew you close. His eyes flitted down to the bodice of your dress, “I am such a fool, I didn’t even say how wonderful you look.”

You laughed softly and cradled his face between your hands, “Truly?”

“How could you ever marry me? You’re so beautiful.”

“Shhh,” you hushed him, “I wouldn’t any other.”

🩺

The tentative touching became a ritual. You were both pleasantly surprised and confused by the effects. You never would have thought of the act, you never would have attempted it after years of being forbidden from it. You felt even your marital bed was restrained by the laws of propriety.

But as you toyed with yourself, you wanted more. You wanted your husband again, just as you had on your wedding night. So you waited again with dinner cooking in the oven and greeted him in a dress you hadn’t worn since before you married.

After he ate, you tidied up and read a newspaper in the upholstered chair. For a moment you stared at him and felt a twinge. Dr. Rogers had sat there and he had… you had let another man… but he was a physician and it was only treatment. At least, he made it seem so.

You went to the bedchamber and undressed. It was a tedious process and by the time you wore nothing but your chemise, you were ready to snap the laces of your bodice. You set aside all your layers and checked your reflection. Did he still want you like that?

You peeked outside the door and called to him. He looked over his shoulder and folded his paper as he stood.

“What is it, dear?” he neared and stopped short as you stepped out from behind the door frame, “oh.”

“Husband,” you stepped closer and bit his lip.

“Are you certain?” he asked as he touched your chemise.

“Certain. I love you,” you said.

“Sweetheart,” he crashed his lips into yours and snaked his hands around your body.

He ran his hands down to your bottom and scooped you up. You cried out as you parted from his lips and he carried you backward into the room. He dropped you on the mattress and tore off vest. You got to your knees and reached to unbutton his shirt. You helped him undress eagerly, adding your chemise to the pile as he climbed up after you.

He rolled you onto your back as he leaned over you and kissed you again. His hand ventured over your chest and he felt your breasts with a purr. You grabbed his hand and guided it lower, pushing his fingers between your legs. He hummed into your mouth and let you lead his fingers, taking the motion on his own as you opened up to him.

You clung to him and brushed your hand against his cock. He groaned and teased you more eagerly. Your thighs clamped around his hand and you came as your body jittered against his.

“Sweetheart,” he breathed as he slowed his fingers, “are you alright?”

“I’m wonderful,” you gripped his cock and stroked him, “I want you.”

He moved between your legs and bent over you. He felt along your folds and spread you as he found your entrance. He pushed inside you slowly and you leaned your head back with a sigh. He sheathed himself entirely and stopped as he bent to kiss your neck.

“I love you,” he uttered as he tilted his hips.

“I love you, too,” you grasped his biceps, wiry but thick, as he rocked into you.

He nuzzled along your throat and jaw and nibbled at your lip as he sped up. He growled as writhed against you, hungry and desperate. You clung to him and moved your hips in time with his. You wanted all of him.

Your bud rubbed against his pelvis and you urged him on with breathy pleas. You hooked your legs around his as you chased another ascent and came as your nails sank into his shoulders. He kept his motion and lifted himself to look you in the eye. He watched your dazed delight as he began to tremble.

“Oh, oh, oh,” he stammered and closed his eyes as he hung his head. He gave several short thrusts before he collapsed and rested atop you out of breath.

“Peter,” you played with his hair as he tickled along your side.

“You can’t,” he said, “you can’t love me as much as I love you.”

🩺

For the first time, as you sat in the waiting room, you didn’t feel nervous. You were anxious to speak to the doctor but you didn’t dread it. Those last weeks had seen so much change, they could have been years. When your name was called, you stood and crossed to the nurse. You were shown to the room and you sat on the couch.

Dr. Rogers entered shortly and greeted you with his usual manner. He stopped however before he sat and considered you. He squinted and smirked.

“You’re well?” he asked.

“I think so,” you said with a smile.

“Things have… changed,” his lips straightened and he sat slowly.

“Some,” you said, “and I can’t thank you enough.”

“You’ve followed my advice?”

“Yes, I’ve been doing more around the house and even writing here and there. I went for a walk--”

“You’ve been touching yourself regularly?” he asked abruptly.

You blanched and gave a nervous chuckle. You didn’t expect him to be so forward.

“Well, yes, I have a little,” you admitted, “as you bid.”

“Mhmm,” he poked his cheek with his tongue, “and it’s helped?”

“It’s not the only thing but--”

“Does it feel as good when you do it alone?” he interrupted.

You shook your head and blinked at him. You were confused. His methods were different than any other doctor you’d seen but his questions, that look, it was off.

“What do you-- I don’t understand,” you pouted, “I… it was part of the hypnosis. You were showing me what to do.”

He shifted on the stool and sighed. He tapped his heel on the floor. His gaze was discerning and crippling. You couldn’t read his expression but it wasn’t his usual smile.

“I asked you if it felt better when I did it,” he intoned tersely.

You were quiet. You looked at the door and swallowed. You stood and he did too.

“We’re not done. We’ve barely begun and you’re being evasive. Should I be concerned?”

“I don’t… understand. You’re angry with me?” you asked.

“I’m asking you questions that you won’t answer. As your doctor, I need to know these things,” he insisted, “now sit down.”

You lowered yourself slowly and stared at him. He strode over to the sofa and sat beside you.

“Did it feel better?” he asked.

You had tried to forget that afternoon, even as it forced itself into your mind whenever you let your hand wander. You were afraid to mention it aloud. Afraid to admit that you felt guilty for it.

“I… I suppose it did,” you said quietly.

“Mmm, and your husband, how are you getting along with him?”

“Well, I think, we have been… closer.”

“You’ve engaged intimately?”

“Uh, yes, he is my husband so yes,” you sputtered.

“But you hadn’t before,” he prodded.

“It was different before,” you said, “I am doing everything you’ve said.”

“I didn’t tell you to fuck him,” he snarled.

“I am married to him,” you scoffed, “what did I do wrong?”

“You’re not ready. I am your doctor, you need to consult with me,” he glared at you as your eyes settled on your lap.

“I didn’t know. I didn’t realise.”

“If your treatment is to be effective, you must follow my advisory,” he huffed, “how many times?”

“How many-- not more than five?”

“You’re uncertain?”

“I don’t keep count, doctor, I… I’m very confused.”

He pushed his head back and tilted it side to side as he cracked his neck. He jutted out his jaw and blew out air.

“When you came to me, you were broken,” he sneered, “but now you think you know better than me. Remind me again of your credentials.”

“I didn’t…” you stood and he caught your arm, “Doctor, I do not think this is appropriate and I cannot understand your anger.”

“Why have you come to me?”

“Pardon?”

“Why have you come to me?” he repeated.

“I, um, to get better. To treat my sickness, as you have and I am so grateful--”

“This is your fourth visit and you think yourself healed?” he snorted as he rose and loomed over you. He faced you as his nostrils flared, “you came to me so that I might help you conceive a child after you failed so many times.”

“I--” your voice caught in your throat and your eyes burned, “Doctor, that is unkind.”

“In my professional opinion, you are not the reason for your miscarriages,” he pulled you to him and gruffly cradled your head in his large hand, “my examination did show you more than capable of birthing a healthy child.”

“Please, what are you--”

“I think it is the seed that is bad,” He swung you around so your middle hit the examination table, “it is a theory but we can test it.”

“Doctor,” you tried to push yourself away from the table and he caught the back of your neck, “ahh, please--”

“Be quiet,” he hissed, “you make another noise and I’ll have to say you’re hysteric. A woman like you won’t last in the sanitarium.”

You whimpered and hung your head as you slapped your hands on the table. He squeezed your neck and leaned in.

“Don’t move,” he warned, “this is for your own good, for your health. You want a baby, don’t you?”

You sniffed and your vision blurred from your tears. He released you and his hands trailed down your corset and to your skirts. He lifted them and reached beneath to tear down your bloomers. The action jolted you and he stood, untangling them from your ankles with his foot. He kicked your boots apart and pressed himself to your back as he bunched up the layers of your skirts.

He pushed until you bent over the table, leaning on your elbows as his hot breath encircled you. He felt along your bare ass and tickled the top of your thigh. He pinched you and buried his face in your neck. He growled as he held your skirts in place with one hand and unbuckled his belt. You sobbed and his demand that you shut up was muffled against your collar.

He opened the front of his pants and slipped out his hard member. You winced as you felt the tip brush against your bottom and he shuddered. He bent his knees and guided himself down to your folds. He forced you to arch your back as he searched for your entrance and lined himself up.

He pushed until his tip stretched you and you clawed the white sheet across the table. He slid in another inch and you whined. He slapped his hand over your mouth, his other planted beside yours on the table and bucked. He impaled himself completely, thrusting you onto your toes.

He pulled back and rutted again, hard and impatient. Your hips slammed into the edge of the table with each tilt and you cried into his hand as he forced you lower over the sheet. He pinned your shoulder with his other as he turned your head, your cheek against the linen as he rocked into you.

He let out thick breaths, withholding grunts as he sped up. He pounded into you and the noise of your flesh filled the small room. You closed your eyes and his fingers crawled down along your back. He bent over you as he reached beneath you and found your bud among the layers.

He rubbed you until your sobs were wild moans. He kept them stifled against his palm and hammered against you. You were close to coming as your walls clenched around him and added to the pressure of his fingertips.

“This is what you want,” he whispered in your ear, “hmm, that’s all you need, a child. You will be a wonderful mother…” his voice fizzled and he barely swallowed a grunt, “so sweet, so sweet.”

He snarled and rammed harder than before. Your body quaked as you succumbed to the ripples flowing from your core and you leaked pleasure around his cock. You mewled into his hand and he pressed his lips to your cheek.

“This is the baby you wanted,” he growled and jerked sharply.

He spasmed in a series of hectic thrusts and slowed. He exhaled and removed his hand from your mouth, wiping it on the sheet as he pushed himself up. He slipped out of you and groaned at the sensation. You felt his cum spill out as he dropped your skirts and left you against the table, his belt clinking loudly in the silence.

“I’ll have you scheduled for another home visit,” he went to his desk and inked his pen as you rose, “and you will track your cycle so that we might be sure. Timing,” he tapped his fingers as he finished scribbling notes and stood straight to face you, “is essential.”

You bent to gather your bloomers and he came close. You cowered and he snatched the cotton from your grasp. He put them to his face and inhaled.

“You smell as sweet as you feel,” he turned and bent to shove your undergarments in his bag, “I will make certain your next appointment isn’t so far away.”

#steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #dark steve rogers #peter parker #steve rogers x reader #peter parker x reader #fic #au #dark fic #dark!fic #mcu #marvel #captain america #spider-man #1900s #doctor au

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royalnugget42 · 3 years

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3RD Life x Steven Universe

Green Pearl. It was irregular for an emerald to have a Pearl, but this emerald was one of the best of them. Such a rare gem, and with a more decorated past than any but the diamond commanders. It seemed only fitting that she be gifted a Pearl as reward for years of service to the Diamond authority.

Of course, she didn’t really spend much time with said Pearl. More often than not, she was out fighting insurrections or attending ceremonial battles in the arenas. It didn’t leave much for her Pearl to do really. That’s where the trouble started.

Green Pearl, or just Green, as he liked to call himself, was not a very well behaved gem. The first instance of this being his constant use of he and him. It was a habit he’d picked up from one of the more distant colonies, something that the organic lifeforms apparently used. He just couldn’t get enough of it, and though he didn’t correct his Emerald, that didn’t stop him from correcting everyone else.

He was bored so often. With nothing to do but stand around and hold things and sing songs every now and then. He liked singing, but Emerald didn’t ask him to often, so most days he spent thinking up ways to perform his usual acts of petty mischief. Because Green Pearl absolutely loved to prank people.

Usually these pranks consisted of sneaking up on unsuspecting gems and scaring them. Sometimes he’d make a loud noise, sometimes he’d announce the presence of his Emerald, and sometimes he’d sneak up to just say hello. Something he loved to do was give them strange random items that he’d collected and stored in his gem. He had fabric scraps, balloons, dirt, some flowers, and his favorite, something Emerald had called a tree branch. This he never gave away, choosing instead to poke other gems with it from a distance.

It annoyed other gems of course, but for a Pearl he spent so much time with soldiers who either laughed it off or just ignored him, that he faced little to no punishment most of the time. At most one of the soldiers could call Emerald over, and she’d just sigh and put him in her chambers for awhile.

He was still in there plotting his next practical jokes when she returned, talking loudly into her communicator.

“Yes of course, my diamond. I will of course be present to observe.”

Immediately he hopped up from where he was seated, hands outstretched for anything she needed him to hold. She ignored him, finishing what sounded like a very important conversation.

“Yes my diamond. Thank you for this honor, I am so unutterably flattered. Emerald, out.”

She waited for her diamond, yellow diamond, to hang up, and passed the communicator off to Green. He dutifully stored it in his gem, eagerly awaiting what he assumed was important news.

“There’s to be another tournament, and I will be attending to oversee the event and evaluate the battle. Begin preparations to leave for sector 3,” she instructed.

“Right away, my emerald.”

“Oh and Pearl?”

He frowned slightly, at not being called Green, but replied, “Yes, my emerald?”

“Please, for your sake if not for mine, do try to behave yourself. This will be a very important event, and I’d rather not deal with any of your little pranks.”

Without waiting for a response, she left the room, slamming the door behind her.

Little pranks. It was all he could do to pass the time, though, and other gems fighting each other wasn’t nearly as exciting as they made it seem. It was all respectful dueling and perfectly choreographed movement. At the end of the day it was all staged. It wasn’t a test of skill or instinct, or reflex, just memorization. It bored him to death. They could at least add a few explosions.

Behave yourself. Stay still. Don’t bother the agates, don’t upset the hessonites, don’t ever disobey your emerald. It seemed like at every turn he was ignored and told to sit still and make as little noise as possible. Maybe he should try to behave, just once, but the more he thought about it the more it irked him. No, he would simply have to do the opposite. Maybe if they wouldn’t add explosives to the fight, he’d just have to bring some of his own. He smiled, and brought some of his more secret items out of his gem.

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Not much can be said about the actual event other than the fact that it was utterly boring until Green managed to sneak away to prepare his joke. Of course, it wasn’t supposed to actually cause any real damage, just some colorful lights and loud noises. Really, that Sardonyx Agate was so oblivious that it was hardly his fault his form was destroyed.

But of course Green took the blame, and there he sat in a room listening to one of the other agates complain and berate him. His punishment was apparently a demotion. He would serve not as an Emerald’s Pearl, but as the Pearl to the Sardonyx he had inadvertently damaged. It was fair enough, he supposed, he just wished he could have at least told off Emerald if he was going to be punished. In for a penny in for a pond right?

But no, he just had to wait quietly for his agate to reform, and then he’d help with whatever it was that an agate does. Maybe it would at least be more interesting working for someone who hated him, but he doubted it. Most likely his agate would just ignore him like everyone else.

It didn’t take long for the reformation to be complete. Green supposed it was a better punishment than being shattered or rejuvenated, but he had to grit his teeth for what would pass through them when the light started shining.

As soon as the agate reformed, Green went into his prepared speech.

“My agate, I’m glad to see you have reformed.”

Sardonyx just looked confused, which was understandable. A Pearl being assigned to an agate, well, it was probably something that very rarely happened, which of course served to make the appointment even more embarrassing.

“I see you are confused, allow me to introduce myself,” he said with a humble bow. “Your physical form was destroyed by some mischief that I caused at the tournament. Therefore, I have come to offer my deepest apologies for my transgression, as well as my service. I am Green Pearl, but you may call me Green if you so choose.”

All in all it was a masterful speech. He had spent a while working out the exact phrasing, and to practice sounding genuine in his regret.

“Well, I am a little surprised, but I accept your service, and your apology.”

“Thank you, my agate,” he said, breathing a small sigh of relief. The Sardonyx wasn’t angry then. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. “I assure you, it will not happen again. I look forward to serving you.”

Green waited quietly for a response, or a dismissal, or something, but when he looked up he saw his Sardonyx staring intently at him.

“Um...my agate?”

Then suddenly his agate laughed. And laughed and laughed. Green started to join in nervously, unsure of what was so funny.

“Oh you nearly had me,” Sardonyx said, still chuckling. “You’re an excellent liar, Green.”

What?

Had he said something wrong? Had something in his manner been incorrect? He had practiced so much. No one could tell when he was lying, not even Emerald! Perhaps this was a test of some kind?

“I...I assure you, I meant every word. I-If you are still upset I understand, but please, I really am sorry!”

“Relax, relax. I’m not upset. You don’t need to lie to me, though. You shouldn’t apologize if you don’t mean it,” Sardonyx said matter of factly, as if he wasn’t accusing Green of something he could be destroyed for.

“Wh-why? Why won’t you just believe me?”

“Are you angry?”

“Yes of course I–“ he cut himself off before worse words could be spoken. He didn’t want to be shattered. I’m the agonizing moment after he made his mistake, before anyone realized what had happened he had come to that conclusion. He didn’t want to be broken.

But if he was going to be shattered anyway, he might as well say what he was really thinking for once.

“You know what? Fine. You want the truth? I’m not sorry, I never have been, for anything that I’ve done. It was your own fault you weren’t paying enough attention to avoid the fireworks and still, even if you were standing directly in the line of fire, I’d do it again in a heartbeat. The look on your face when you got spooked was worth it, it was hilarious.”

Sardonyx looked up as though preparing to interject, but Green just cut the agate off.

“And frankly I added better entertainment than anyone else at that awful tournament! Do you know how agonizing it is to sit there clapping politely for a victory you already know is predetermined? There’s nothing interesting about it. And for the record, when you do have me shattered, feel free to call me Green, because that’s my real name, and use he and him when you refer to me, and–“

“Whoa whoa whoa, why would I have you shattered? This is great!”

Ok, now that was a weird turn to take. Either this agate was especially cruel, and willing to drag it out, or they were being genuine.

“Why...why is it great? I just insulted you, my Emerald, and plenty of other gems.”

“Because I don’t even have to get you one my side about this! You’re already very anti Diamond I bet, and what did you ask me to call you? Green? And you use he and him instead of she and her? That’s so genius, it sounds so much better, wherever did you learn that?”

“Um...thanks...I guess? I just sort of picked it up. Seemed to annoy people so I kept it. You can also use his for when something belongs to you.” Green was very confused now but he wasn’t going to question it. What was the phrase one of the soldiers taught him? Don’t look a gift horse in the towel?

“Yeah, ‘He walked. He is an agate. His Pearl taught him something new.’ Oh that is fantastic, can I use he and him, too?” The Sardonyx was beaming, like he had been given a new toy.

“Sure, I’m...uh...not in charge of you. So…”

“Great. My name is Scar by the way, so you can drop the whole ‘my agate’ thing.”

“Uh...why Scar?” Green asked, growing more curious and less scared by the second.

He replied, “Oh it’s sort of a joke. I have a stripe that looks like a Scar on my chest, so some of the others started calling me Scardonyx, and then it just got shortened to Scar.”

Now that was intriguing. “Others? What do you mean others?” Green asked excitedly.

“Oh just you wait, they’re gonna love you! We already have a Pearl with us, we call her Moon, but she took so much longer to really open up to us. Come on!”

“I’m still confused, where are we going?”

Scar turned around, smiling blindingly bright. Green could see in his eyes that this was someone like him. This agate knew how he felt. Suddenly, for the first time in his life, Green was not alone.

“To freedom, Green. We’re going to freedom.”

#3rd life fic #3rd life grian #3rd life scar #3rdlife x su #Steven Universe crossover #gem Grian #gem scar #if it’s not clear Green is meant to be Grian #they sound so similar I couldn’t resist #fanfic #my wrtitng

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snapefiction · 4 years

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#3. Smiles - Snapemas Challenge

A/N: Day 3 of #Snapemas! I accidentally deleted my whole Text and got really nervous but thankfully I found a key combination that could save it back. Phew! I´m not really sure about this one, but I hope you enjoy it! 🎄❤️

Idea from @deepperplexity ´s Writing Challenge ! Check her Writings and the other Snapemas posts out! :)

❤️ Please remember that English isn’t my native language and that my Writings will include Mistakes and maybe weird formed sentences. ❤️

Pairing:

Warnings: insults, mention of blood

Word count: 1999

Y/N - Your Name, Y/L/N - Your last name

#3. Smiles

Because you were the youngest Teacher at Hogwarts currently you always had the urge to prove everyone that you were worth it to be called an Professor. The Staff accepted you - except for one of them. Professor Severus Snape really couldn’t hold back his spicy comments against you whenever he had a chance to. You always remained professional but still took it personal. He seemed to dislike you on any way possible.

Your Teaching Style was very trust based and you hoped to be respected by the Students for that and wouldn’t have a fight until they learned to grow closer to you. But it wasn’t as bad as your thoughts tried to trick you to think like they were. Actually you were quiet Popular because a Perk of being quiet Young was that you knew how the Students felt like. You understood them not just when it was about school stuff but also on a personal Level. But that didn’t keep the Students from being Students. It was a quiet sunny Friday Morning as it happened. The inevitable first Accident in your class. At first you barley noticed what happened because you helped an student to cast an easy spell by fixing his posture and repeating the words with him until you heard a loud bang. Turning around you faced towards an young Slytherin still holding up his Wand towards an on the ground laying Hufflepuff Girl. Rubbing her arm you could see how her knee bled awfully.

,,Mr. Springer! You were meant to cast bewitched Snowballs. What did you do?“ Kneeling next to the blonde Girl inspecting her Arm and knees. ,,I-I tried to-“ Another Student entered the Conversation. ,,He tried to cast a colour change cast on her robes.“

,,He told me that Hufflepuff was the most unsuccessful House and that-that only Slytherins could win the Housecup next week.“ She sniffed hurt. Sighing I looked over to Mr. Springer again. ,,Is that true, Mr. Springer?“ Eye rolling he admitted his act by nodding. Getting up to your full length again you closed your eyes for a second. It was the first time you had to solve a Problem like that.

,,Miss Abett, please go to the Hospital Wing and let Madame Pomfrey take care of you. Miss Young may accompany you until you got there safely. Mr. Springer, as a Hufflepuff myself I’m deeply disappointed by your Behaviour. 10 Points will be deducted from Slytherin for dishonorable Behaviour and hurting another Student out of pure pride. And you will attend at Detention after Classes.“

Realising the Class was about to end in the next 5 Minutes you just said: ,, Class dismissed.“ So you could clean the remaining snow from the floor and then hurry to the great hall to fill your stomach with something else than just tea for today. Sitting down next to Filius Flitwick, the head of Ravenclaw. ,,Ahh! Professor YLN! It’s nice to see you. How was your day?“ And as you talked about your classes and the accident from earlier the Dinner appeared and finally got to relax for the first time today. Filius assured you that incidents happen and that the way you acted was totally fine. But still you felt like the Situation wasn’t over and would bring an aftermath. Looking to your left you noticed how the Head of Slytherin himself, Severus Snape sat down next to you.

Usually you would only meet him at dinner. ,,Professor Snape.“ You greeted him shortly knowing he didn’t appreciate Smalltalk while eating, and while walking, while Meetings and while existing to be exact. He was the only Professor that still made you feel like you did everything - e v e r y t h i n g - wrong. Filius often told you that it was just his type of Style but you couldn’t help yourself but wonder if you ever offended him in any way that he would never smile back towards you. ,,Miss YLN-, I heard that one of my Students was invited to your Detention this Afternoon, is that correct?“ Counting his words to make sure that this was the longest sentence he ever addressed towards you you almost missed the way how he addressed you. Miss? Being called Miss was making you furious it was degrading towards you as if you haven’t achieved being a Professor by the Age of 23. As if being a Woman was everything that could define you. ,,Actually, Professor Snape, My name is Professor YLN. You may also address me by my first name Y/N. But I must insist of cancelling the Miss out of your sentences whenever you address me. It’s not only inappropriate but also rude.“ You started to rush your words without repeating them in your mind once again. His expression was more than just annoyed. He looked like you spat in his drink. Furious and disappointed at the same time.

,,And also yes, I gave him Detention and deducted Points from Slytherin for his rude Behaviour.“ As you intended on downing your water from your cup Snape began to speak again. ,,Maybe you missed it but as a Hogwarts Professor you wouldn’t teach Students how to throw snow balls but teach them useful things so no. To me you’re still a young Miss who can’t make up her mind. Also, Mr. Springer won’t attend at the Detention today because the Slytherin Quidditch Team needs his Captain. He’d be free for tomorrow.“ Almost boiling out of anger your cheeks started to glow red. ,,That’s not only childish but also interrupting my teaching style. Your Housepride is incredible—“ ,, I would interrupt your teaching Style, if you only had one.“ Before you could grab your Wand to cast a spell that would shut his mouth but Filius reached to your Arm.

,,Professor, maybe we should go and have a look if Miss Abett is still at the Hospital Wing, shall we?“ Even though it was quiet well known that you were a polite, helpful and loyal Person - this man could make your blood boil within miliseconds. The other Professors were aware about that as well but as often as you thought about what you may have done to upset him like that you always came to no answer. Even Minerva or Albus could help you out but plead you for patience in the sake of Snape. Leaving the great Hall you had to take deep breaths. Actually you hated situations like that and you would never start a fight, it was against your beliefs and everything you stand for but this man- only a glance from him towards you and you’d be ready to start a fight.

As Filius talked about his classes you couldn’t get your mind of the tall man with the black hair and endless dark eyes. You are a Hufflepuff, how could this Man trigger you so easily? Yes, Hufflepuffs could fight too but you never had the urge to throw snowballs at someone else’s head as much as you did now. Reaching the Hospital Wing you almost couldn’t believe your eyes. Mr. Spinger stood on the Bed next to Ms. Abett handing her a small flower and kissing her hand. Slowly getting closer you totally forgot how Professor Flitwick still followed you. ,,Mr. Springer, Ms. Abett, may I ask what’s happening?“ The smiling Miss Abett was more than just excited. ,,Jack just asked me if I wanted to go out on a Date with him!“ Jack Springer, was just blushing while he held her hand and scratched the back of his head with the other one. ,,I thought she would like me more if I would proof her how successful Slytherins are and- and maybe I choosed the wrong way of telling her so.“ Trying to save all the informations at once you nodded. ,, And that’s why you wanted to change the color of her robes so she would - that’s what you said and not I - win the Housecup with you?“ He nodded. ,,And who or what talked some sense into you and made you apologise?“

,,Plus, it’s a well known fact that Ravenclaw will definitely win the Housecup this year.“ Filius interrupted. Everyone chuckled. ,,Professor Snape told me that if I really like her I should probably be just uh nice to her.“ After the Conversation ended and everything seemed to be cleared you left the Hospital Wing alone you rushed down to your class room. Mister Springer got freed of your Detention as you told him that you’d clear things up with Professor Snape. Growing more and more nervous you actually didn’t wanted to talk to Severus at all.

Entering the Classroom you decided to grade some last test and homeworks before considering if you’d want to get poisoned today or not. Getting lost in your thoughts you almost didn’t notice how fast the time went by. Only as a knock pulled you out of your thought you had to realise how dark it had gotten and lit some candles while offering the knocking person to come in. ,,I´ll be there in a second.“ You mumbled to the Person behind you while lighting the last four candles. Turning around you almost tumbled over your own feet. ,,Professor.“ You said surprised. Severus Snape stood in the Doorframe of your classroom. If he wouldn’t have knocked before entering , you probably wouldn’t have seen him at all. His dark outfit made him melt into the dark shadows.

,,Professor YLN.“ He said and by the look on his face you could tell that it took him some mastery not to say something mean afterwards. ,,How comes that I can greet you in my classroom? Was the unbearable urge to insult my Life too strong or did you just got bored while brewing some dandelion tea?“ His face turned sour again.

,,I am not here to fight but to apologise so don’t make it this easy for me to attack you with another insult.“ Getting closer towards you he made sure that you didn’t back up instantly. ,,Apologise?“ You repeated which made you feel sorry for being so mean.

,,I talked to Minerva and she told me that you couldn’t understand my Actions completely.“ He said while not daring to look up. ,, You mean starting fights without any reason and hating me?“ Annoyed he rolled his eyes. ,,I don’t hate you.“ He was looking for words as you searched for any sense in his words or actions. ,,I really hoped we could be good colleagues.“ Sitting down on your Desk you now were completely confused until the Coin dropped.

,,You mean like Mr. Springer and Miss Abett?“ Looking up to see your reaction he nodded. ,,I wouldn’t compare myself to an dunderhead like Mr. Springer but yes. Fighting is.. its like showing someone that I like them?“ Severus sat down across of you waiting for any type of respond. ,,Well, i´m sorry to inform you that.. that doesn’t make any sense for me.“ Severus shrugged his shoulders. ,,How else am I supposed to do so?“

Chuckling you just gestured your hands up and let them sink into your lap again. ,,Smiles?“ Giving him one of the brightest Smiles you had you waited for him to repeat after you. Uncomfortable he stretched his Lips and somehow he looked like he was in Pain through the forced situation. ,,We can work on that.“ ,,So you you accept or deny my Apologies?“ Rolling your eyes you nodded again. ,,As long as you don’t prank me with this only to make me feel safe now and poison my tea in the morning I am willing to accept your apology.“ His Expression was as hard as stone until a small smirk crept around his Lips. ,,I can’t deny that I haven’t thought about it before. But for now you’re safe.“ Laughing loudly you were deeply grateful that you could burry the war times.

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yourgalaxy · 4 years

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Pairing: Taehyung x female O/C

Genre: Fluffyest Fluffy Fluff, a little bit of angst if you squint really hard.

Summary: After getting used to the idea of just being her and her little daughter against the world. Autumn is proven wrong once again when fate has different plans for them.

Warnings: None

A/N: The original prompt is from @hybridfanfiction ( their prompts are the cutest, check them out!) This is my first attempt on sharing some of my work and is also my first hybrid fic. I love the reader inserts but not a fan of the Y/N type thing so feel free to just imagine your name instead if you prefer! I have material to make this a series but will leave it as a one shot for now to see if you guys like it! I totally don't own the gifts.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. Read at your own risk 😂

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3

A smile spread across her face as she listened to her little beam of sunshine’s effusive explanation of her adventures with her imaginary hybrid friend Tata, the girl’s imagination never ceased to amaze her mother. It was definitely a trait that she got from her Father, she thought with a certain melancholy in her eyes.

‘’ And then, last time, Toby was being really mean, he said that I was weird and pulled my hair, but Tata growled at him a little bit and he ran away. Isn't he the best Mama?" - Her little eyes twinkled with adoration, Autumn's first instinct was to coo at her cuteness but something of what she said sent alarms to her mind.- "Haneul, honey, are kids being rude to you at school?" - Having her daughter being bullied at school because of her heritage was one of her biggest fears-

" Mmm… sometimes, but after Tata saved me, they haven't! - She smiled the brightest smile, and Autumn felt a knot clog her throat and dread wash over her stomach. She forced a smile at the best of her ability while nodding and made a mental note to talk with the teachers at the end of the day. She would transfer her daughter to another kindergarten if needed.- ‘’ Ok, honey bear, we are here. Remember that I’m picking you up earlier today for your dentist’s appointment. - Haneul immediately sulked at the prospect, murmuring indecipherable complaints under her breath, but she still kissed her mom’s cheek before running off when she caught the sight of her favorite teacher.-

Autumn waved at the teacher, answering to her smile with one of her own as the teacher was dragged away by an enthusiastic Haneul. Just for the time being she decided to put her worries aside and tend to some of the urgent matters at hand. Jimin and Jin were driving her insane by the minute, her phone buzzing every 2 minutes as if they were taking turns to annoy her.

‘’ You know perfectly fine that I need to drop Haneul at school every day, Jimin!’’ - Was her response as she heard the whiney complaints from the other side of the line, she assured that she would be there in a few minutes with a roll of her eyes before she hanged up.

She loved her friends with her whole heart, they were the ones that pulled her through when Haneul’s dad decided to abandon her while she was pregnant with their daughter, If it wasn't for them and Haneul herself, she wouldn’t be where she is at… But they were, a lot of the time, pains in the butt.

The store was a battlefield once she got there, flowers and decorations scattered everywhere, and a very stressed out Jungkook running around under the direction of an even more stressed out Jimin. They looked at her as if she was some kind of savior before throwing themselves to her arms once they realized she had arrived. She could just roll her eyes at their antics before getting down to work.

‘’ Ok, I’m out!’’ - She announced, after they finally handed out the last piece of arrangements for the wedding, the event was a really big project and she was relieved that everything turned out ok, the customer was more than ecstatic with the results, and there were really few things that gave Autumn more satisfaction than a happy customer.-

‘’ But Noona…’’ - Came Jimin’s protest as an instant response. But it died out quickly when she turned around sharply and Jin put his hand over his mouth to quiet him down. She could be a little scary when tired. Jin thought the younger boy should know better, having been her friend for so long. - ‘’ Go ahead, and bring Haneul over to my place afterwards, we miss our little bundle of joy, I’ll cook dinner for all of us! Maybe I could convince Yoongi to come and bring Hobi with him’’ - Jin requested and the other two agreed with eager nods, Autumn smiled lovingly, she truly had the best of friends. She assured that she would be back quickly as she made her way out of the flower store that Jin and her had opened together. The last thing she heard, a chorus of ‘’By noona’s’’ and ‘’I love you’s’’ ringing one over the other, that made her smile grow even bigger. She truly loved the punks.

‘’ I’m here to pick Haneul up for her dentists appointment’’ - The teacher nodded knowingly, with a small smile, apparently HaNeul had been complaining to all that would lend an ear about the terrifying encounter with a robot monster that she would have to go through that day. Autumn could just chuckle at her daughter's dramatics. - ‘’ Also, is Mrs. Lee, around today? I need to talk with her about some worries of mine’’ - The teacher sent her a worried look as she sensed the discomfort in Autumn’s tone but after she assured her that it wasn’t something too serious, she explained that the principal wasn’t available at the moment. Autumn would have to call her. She had known Mrs. Lee for a long time anyways.-

Following the direction of the young teacher that had to leave her on her own to attend one of the kids with a little potty emergency, Autumn made her way to the playground where all the kids were taking lunch break. After a few minutes, she spotted the light haired girl sitting over one of the farest corners close to the fence. Her heart dropped as she started to come closer and noticed who her little girl was talking so excitedly to, she couldn't believe her eyes, the school was not just reckless about bullying but they also let the kids unsupervised where they could be approached by strangers?

The stranger was munching on a half sandwich, the other half on Haneul’s hand remained untouched as she bounced on her place, there was a soft smile on the man’s face as he seemed to intently listen to her daughter. As Autumn came closer, her steps slowed down as she realized that HaNeul was actually talking with a hybrid, the male seemed to be younger than her, probably around Jimin’s age, but he was so skinny and dirty that he could easily pass for someone younger. Her heart hurt for him.

She noticed some movement that made her nervous but before her quickening steps took her close enough, a scene that horrified her took place before her eyes.

A group of kids came running with piles of mud gathered on their hands, one of them quickly throwing some in Haneul’s direction. A scream died on Autumn’s throat, unable to really comprehend what had happened before the kids ran away from the scene. The man that her daughter had been feeding for weeks now, the same one that she thought was just an imaginary friend, had jumped over the fence standing in between the projectile of mud and her daughter’s little body, staring down the mean boys until they had left the scene running.

‘’ MAMMA!’’ - Before having much time to react, Autumn felt the little body crash against her leg. HaNeul’s flushed little face was stained with drying tears as she explained how the mean boys had attacked her friend and asked her to help him out. Autumn took her in her arms, hugging her and whispering comforting words to calm her down. She started walking towards the Hybrid who was awkwardly standing in the same spot, mud dripping down his right leg, she noticed now that he was standing, how much taller than her he was. Once Haneul noticed her mom wasn't moving any more, she turned her head to face her friend and dedicated a watery smile towards him that he struggled to reciprocate. Autumn could sense the fear emanating from him.

‘’ Look, Tata! It’s my momma, isn’t she super pretty?!’’ - Haneul’s eyes sparkled with innocence, the hybrid timidly nodded in response and Autumn noticed a cute blush spreading across his cheeks. -

‘’ Hey there…’’ - Autumn started but was quickly interrupted by the terrified hybrid’s frenetic attempt to explain himself.- ‘’ I’m really sorry, I tried to refuse but she was so kind and her sandwich smelled really good. I… Please don’t report me, I’ll take any kind of punishment, but please don’t call Hybrid control.’’ - His deep voice ended up as a whimpery whisper as he begged her. Autumn felt her stomach drop and her mouth dried out, she felt like crying for the pitiful state of the boy in front of her. -

‘’ Sorry, but I have no intention to report or punish you whatsoever. I actually wanted to thank you for protecting Haneul, It makes me happy that she has a friend like you.’’ - His fluffy ears twitched in her direction as soon as she started talking but as she called him her daughter’s friend, his eyes jumped to her face, trying to look for any sign of hostility, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips as he took in the soft smile that she was dedicating him. - ‘’ I’m Autumn, an it’s a pleasure to finally meet you Tata!’’ - She extended her arm, patiently waiting for him to shake her hand. He hesitated for a few minutes before timidly taking her hand in his for a second of two. - ‘’ My name is actually Taehyung’’ - He softly corrected, the blush coming back to his sunken cheeks, making Autumn smile even brighter -

‘’ Well, Taehyung, if you don’t have anything else to do today, I would love to invite you for lunch to thank you for helping Haneul, you could come and wash out all the mud from the attack too if you would like.’’ - She suggested but he was nodding before she could even finish the idea. -

‘’ ¡Oh, my gosh! Mrs. Kim, I am so sorry, I don’t really know how he got here, the kids told me about what happened, I’m calling Hybrids control right now.’’ - The panicked voice of Haneul’s teacher caught their attention, Taehyung immediately flinching back with a loud whimper at the mention of hybrid control, pleading no’s flowing out of his mouth incessantly as he started backing away slowly. Haneul started crying out to him,but before things escalated too much, Autumn, lowered the teacher’s hand that was holding the phone. -

‘’It won’t be necessary, Miss Kang. Taehyung here is a friend of ours’’ - Autumn assured, making both the teacher and the Hybrid freeze on spot. She then gestured for Taehyung to come closer, Haneul reaching for his hand as soon as he was close enough. - ‘’ If you could just let Mrs. Lee know that I will be calling her, that would be awesome! - She requested before leaving the scene with the boy that already felt like the new addition to her family.

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thewritingginger · 4 years

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Valentine’s Day In

This is a bit late to say the least, I was hoping to post this on Valentine’s Day but school work had my ass occupied so for the past week I was going back and forth between school work and writing 😒

Also I know I have a bajillion wips todo, a few of which are Valentine’s Day prompts

bUt

I got a super cute fluffy idea for Valentine’s Day and the motivation came to me so I hope we can let it slide for now. Right? 😅

Anyways I hope you enjoy ~ Also I wrote this while listening to THIS, so if you want you can listen to it while you read as well :3

Fandom: Obey Me! Pairing: Satan x GN! Reader Word Count: 2,866 words Warning(s): Cheesy, kinda rom-com-y, probably not perfect lol

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The forecast was said to be sunny with slight cloudiness. When you opened the window this morning the sky was indeed cloudy, but instead of sun it was matched with a downpour.

You and Satan had planned the whole day together.

Starting with a relaxing morning of talking and reading in eachothers arms. Then to go for a walk around town, window shopping till dinner time. But since it was stormy outside and you weren’t really in the mood to get dressed up to then get soaked.

But although going out wasn’t really an option anymore, you were still going to spend your day relaxing with Satan as you’ve already planned.

The agenda was already in motion as you and Satan started your day having breakfast together, followed by hanging out in his room reading and cuddling. When it came to be around noon you went to take a shower. Once you were out, your hair still damp, you headed back to Satan’s room. But when you knocked on his door and opened it, the room was empty.

“Hmm.” Since he wasn’t in his room, you went to the study. But came to find he wasn’t there either, infact, he wasn’t anywhere in the house. ‘Where the hell is he?’ Letting out a sigh, you headed back to your room and texted him.

Y/n: “Hey, where are you?”

Satan: “Sorry, something came up and I didn’t get a chance to tell you. I should be home in a couple hours. 💚

Closing your messages you sigh, falling onto the plush mattress of your bed.

Since Satan wouldn't be around for a while you spent your time doing some work. In the time waiting for him you finished up an assignment for class and tidied up your room a bit. Nothing too exciting but it beat just sitting around. While scrolling through Devilgram you got another message from the awaited demon.

Satan: “I’m probably gonna be another hour or so.”

Sitting up in bed, feeling a bit defeated, you leave to go downstairs. On your way down you ran into Beel and Belphie. “Hey, Y/n.”

“Hey, Beel. Whatcha guys up to?”

“Nothing much, actually we wanted to see if you wanted to come hang out for a bit.”

Considering the request, you accept. “Sure, why not. Satan won't be home for a bit longer anyways.” You say, a bit sadder than you intended.

“Great! I got some new snacks I want you to try. Come on.” Beelzebub says with a smile, throwing his arm over your shoulder.

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It had been awhile since you’ve entered the twins room. The time was spent eating different treats and chatting. Feeling ready to leave you stood up, “Well I think Imma head out. I had a lot of fun with you guys but I don’t want to intrude anymore.”

“Wait!” Beel says. Belphegor sighs at his brother's outburst.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothings wrong.” Belphegor corrects. “It’s just that we don’t get to spend much time with you it seems. With you dating Satan and all, Beel just thought we could have you around a bit longer.”

You frown a bit. “I’m sorry guys, I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just sit back down.”Belphie sighs, making you laugh.

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Door’s open.” Beel hollars, not looking up from the card game the three of you are playing. The door opens,

“There you are.” You turn towards the familiar voice to see the man you’ve been waiting for. “Sorry I kept you waiting.”

“You should be.” You sass.

“Mind if I take her from you guys?” Satan asks his brothers. They nod their heads, engrossed by their game. Putting your cards down you say your goodbyes to leave the room with Satan. Once the door is closed you smack his chest, causing him to laugh. “Woah, easy.”

“You know, you left me high and dry, right?” You cross your arms, brow raised.

“Yes, yes I did. Won’t you forgive me?” Placing his hands on your hips, he looks down at you with his gemstone eyes.

“Fine! But don’t think I’ll let it slide again.”

“I wouldn’t expect it.” He smiles, punctuating his sentence with a chased kiss.

Back at your bedroom, you walk in while Satan stays on the other side of the door. “Well, aren’t you gonna come in?” You say.

“Nope. That’s because I’m leaving you to get dressed.”

“Wait, why?” You asked, confused.

“You’ll just have to find out, won’t you.” He grins, “Now get dressed. I’ll wait for you downstairs.” Before you can say anything else, he closed the door. And with that you spent the next hour getting ready.

Stepping in front of a mirror you take a look at your work. Wearing your best outfit, admiring how the rich green fabric accentuates your body perfectly. Your hair styled. Face fresh. Brushing the invisible wrinkles from your front you head to the stairs. From the top you see Satan standing at the bottom, dressed in his finest suit. His eyes light up when they land on you, a smile accompanying the starlight gaze.

Descending the staircase you take your time letting your eyes wander down his frame. His hair is combed back, allowing a clear view of his shape features. His body’s adorned with a well fitted suit, the breast pocket housing a pocket square in his signature color. Trailing your vision down to where his hands join at his stomach. A bouquet of peonies resides between his palms.

Nearing the end of the staircase he extends his hand, guiding you down the last few steps. Standing before him he looks down at you, words yet to be spoken between you. Bringing your hand to his lips he places a kiss on your knuckles.

“You look perfect.” He confesses, almost in a whisper as if speaking to himself. “These are for you.” Offering your hands the flowers, he smiles.

Looking down at the bouquet you admire the layered petals in variants of blush pink. Taking a breath of the sweet smell you sigh. “They’re gorgeous, Satan. You didn’t have to get me any~.” You’re cut off by a strong arm taking yours.

“Of course I did. Every beautiful person deserves the small treasures of life.” His voice is like butter. The way each syllable rolls off his tongue effortlessly, always seeming to have an answer for everything.

“Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see.” He says with a wink.

Reaching the back of the house you are led to a door that leads into another study of sorts.

Upon opening the door you hear soft jazz and the fireplace crackling in the air. Looking around you see candles lit and flowers everywhere. A few vases of the same pink flowers in your hands scattered around the room and petals trailing a path through double-doors that lead to a patio area that has a full view of the lush garden with a pond. Outside under the covering you see a table set for two with more candles littered about. A bottle of wine and two glasses reside there waiting for you. Breathing in the smell of the earth mixed with the rain you sigh.

You’re speechless. The music. The setting. Him. It’s all perfect.

“Oh, Satan. This is… amazing. How~ When?” Your mind is racing.

“I’ve been working on it all day. Since we couldn’t go out for Valentine’s Day, I thought I’d bring it to us. Do you like it?” He asks, worried he might have done too much.

Placing your bouquet on the table, you turn around to wrap your arms around his shoulders, drawing him in for a kiss.

Pulling back you gaze into his eyes, your fingers gently raking through his golden locks. “I love it.” Satan smiles, relieved. ”So, I’m guessing that’s why Beel and Belphie asked me to hang out. You just needed a distraction, and here I thought they actually missed me.”

“Well, truthfully, I did ask them to make sure you didn’t come downstairs. Though, what they did to accomplish that I had no part in. But enough about that, please ~.” Satan says, gesturing at the quaint table. “Would you like to sit down?” Satan asks, pulling out your chair. Accepting his invitation you sit down. His fingers linger awhile after pushing you in, as he makes his way to the other side of the table. Handing you a glass of wine he poured, your fingers hold his for a moment before separating once again. “You’re not cold are you?”

You shake your head. “No, I’m fine.” You were definitely more than fine, you actually began to feel a bit warm. The way his eyes look over you. Unable to read what he must be thinking. Your guesses and wishes of what those thoughts may be only made you warmer. Shaking yourself from those thoughts you relax into your chair.

Sitting in comfortable silence. The music playing, lulls you into a trance. Sipping your wine you sway to the mellow notes. You don't notice right away how Satan is watching you. His chin propped on his hand, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. When you see him eyeing you, you sit up straight and laugh a bit. You feel your cheeks heat up slightly.

Getting up, Satan offers you his hand once again.

“Won't you dance with me?”

“Of course.” You say, taking his hand.

Standing in the middle of the covered area, your left hand enclosed in his as your right rests on his shoulder. His strong arm wraps around your back holding you close. Swaying to the notes playing in the air, you rest your head on his chest. Breathing in the scent of his cologne mixed with his natural musk. His cheek rests upon your head, pressing a gentle kiss in your hair.

Looking up, your eyes meet, foreheads touching. His eyes alone are enough to speak a thousand words for him. They tell you everything he doesn’t.

They compliment you. Say how much they adore you. They say, ‘I need you!’

In this silent conversation your free hand moves to cup his cheek. The sweet touch makes him sigh into you. Reachin up he holds your wrist to kiss your palm. His eyes, never leaving yours. You can’t help the giggle that leaves your throat. The sweet yet sensual motion creates butterflies in your stomach.

Releasing you, allowing your hand to resume its place on his shoulder as his, goes to rest on your hip.

“You know I love you, right?” He says. A flirtatious glint in his eye.

“Well of course you do. It’s only natural.” You say playfully making him laugh. His toothy grin makes your heart flutter.

“Is that so? Then tell me Y/n, what else is ‘only natural’?”

Your breath gets caught in your throat for a moment. No matter how long you’ve been together he still somehow manages to make you flustered and giddy. Biting your lip in thought, you smile.

“Well, ignoring the fact you’re a demon and I’m a human.” You start. Pulling another low chuckle from the blonde. “I’d say, this moment and every other moment shared between us is. Being with you, whether in sweatpants on your bed or dressed up like we are now, every minute spent with you is perfect.”

“So you’re telling me I didn’t have to do all this then? I wished you told me sooner, it would’ve saved me a lot of time” He says with a chuckle and slapping his shoulder only made him laugh harder. But you couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

“You think you’re so funny, huh?”

“Well I’d like to think I’m quite humorous” He says, pulling your waist into his. Leaning down for a kiss but you pull away.

“Is that so? Then prove it.”

He studies your challenging eyes. Kissing his teeth he accepts your jab. “Ok. Then how do you suspect I’ll do that?”

“Hmm.” You look to the side, pondering the question. Then an idea popped in your head. “Ok Mr. Humorous, why don’t you prove to me just how fun you can be by jumping into the pond.” You say, holding back a smile. Seeing him process your request, you are about to laugh when you see him beginning to take off his blazer. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m doing as you asked.” He says with a smirk.

You watch him remove his blazer and button up, followed by his shoes and socks. Standing straight in all his shirtless glory you take a moment to appreciate his physique. His smooth skin stretched over toned muscles. The flexing of his arm as he moves to sweep his hair back to look at you.

“What are you waiting for? Take off your shoes, unless you want to get them dirty.” He says. You let out a hum as his words shake you from your thoughts. He laughs, as if knowing what had you distracted. “You didn’t really think I’d be walking out there alone did you? I expect you to help me out since you’re the reason I’m going to be in there.”

“Fine. But only if I get to push you in.” You say taking off your shoes. He smiles at your requirement.

“Fine by me.”

Holding your jacket over your head to shield yourself from the rain as much as possible you and Satan begin to walk across the grass.

At the pond Satan turns to you, “So are you gonna push me in or do I have to jump in?” Laughing at his question but mostly at his appearance. Already drenched without stepping a single foot into the water.

“Oh I’m gonna push you in.” You say. Inching to the edge of the pond, ready to push Satan in. When your hands make contact with his hot skin a hand wraps around your wrist and before you knew it you were going down with him.

Splashing into the water you come up gasping at the frigid temperature. “Satan!” You say splashing water in his face. All you can hear is the rain and the hearty laugh coming from the demon’s chest. Slicking your hair out of your face you look at the man still laughing. “It’s not funny!” Though despite your words you couldn’t suppress the laugh that comes out of your mouth as well.

“It’s pretty funny if you ask me.”

“That was not part of the deal.”

“Well actually, our deal was you get to push me in. Nowhere in that agreement did we state I couldn’t pull you in with me.” He says, stepping closer to you. His strong arms holding you close edging away the cold around you.

“Well remind me next time to cover all bases because that was cheap and you know it.”

“They don’t call me a demon for nothing.” He says. His voice low, a small smirk playing his lips. Droplets of water fall from the loose strands of hair around his face.

“You look like a wet dog.” You say, pushing his wet hair back.

“I think we both do but that doesn’t matter, right? What was it you said earlier? No matter where we are, as long as we are together, it's perfect? Well to that I couldn’t agree more.” His words make you smile, warmth fills your chest. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in. Once your lips touch the arms around your body tightens, lifting you up. Encircling your legs around his waist your kiss deepens. Your tongues dancing with one another. The taste and feeling of him sends electricity through you. Your fingers coil in his wet locks. Everything around you faded away. You couldn’t feel the rain or hear the music playing in the house anymore. Your senses are completely consumed by him. His touch. His smell. Everything. You wanted it all. You couldn’t care less where you were at this moment. You’d sooner let yourself drown in the water around you than let go of him. How can one person have such an affect on you?

Pulling away, both catching your breaths, your foreheads resting against each other. Though separated, the heat between you two is ever-present. His large hand cradles your cheek, keeping you close. His eyes shut for a moment to collect himself before looking back to you. His gaze is softer than before,

“I love you more than you know. Thank you for being mine.” Your chest swells. Stocking his cheek you kiss his lips once more.

“You don’t need to thank me, Satan. But I will ask you to warn me next time you decide to throw me in water.” You tease, but you both know you don’t really mind how things turned out.

“Let’s go back inside and warm up by the fire.” He smirks.

“I’d love that.”

Satan carried you back to the study where the rest of the night was spent by the fire where many more heated touches were shared. Maybe getting soaked in the rain wasn’t so bad after all.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------- Oh lord she can never post anything on time or in a timely manner huh? . . . Nope! :)

But I hope you enjoyed this somewhat. I know it’s not perfect but I still think it’s pretty cute. Cheesy ... but cute :3

I hope you had a good Valentines day with your 2D or 3D baes.

Till next post ~ 💛💛💛

#obey me!#shall we date obey me #shall we date #obey me satan #shall we date satan #satan #satan x reader #x gn reader #obey me x reader #fluff #valentines day

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juminsmysticmc · 3 years

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Hello :3 I would like to request HC for a Czech MC, I love your HC and I saw that wanted more ideas/requests for foreign MCs! But I also just wanzed to drop by and wish you a great day <3

RFA with a Czech MC

Hey! I hope you like it! If something isn’t right please tell me ❤️ I will write the RFA so if you want also the Minor Trio, be free to request again! And thank you 🙏🏻 hope you have a good day too! Now - read and enjoy and please give me your feedback! Love you ~

Jumin

You held your husband’s hand as you walked through your hometown.

After your honeymoon, Jumin promised to visit your birthplace and there you guys were, in

Prague's Old Town Square.

,,This was the city's first market,’’ you told him as he looked around.

The Town Square was filled with different lights and decorations.

It was cold since it was Christmas time, but the beautiful atmosphere made his heart grow warmer.

,,Dobrý den,’’ he suddenly heard your voice while you talked to someone.

,,Dobře, děkuji,’’ you then said again, taking two hot cups and handling Jumin one.

,,What is that?’’ he asked you and tried to smell what he was about to drink.

,,Prague always ranks 5th in the most beautiful christmas markets,’’ you said with shining eyes ,,By the way, you’re drinking mullet wine. I love it and you will too!’’ you laughed and waited for his face to change as soon as he tasted the sweet winter wine.

Indeed he liked it a lot and so both of you kept walking through the streets, observing the wonderful buildings that stood there since the 10th century.

,,That’s St. Nicolas,’’ you whispered when Jumin observed an older man who was talking with children with some angels and devil behind him.

,,It’s our Christmas tradition that he comes on the evening of the fifth of December,’’

At the end of the evening, you both went back to your parents house and Jumin just couldn’t stop himself from buying all kinds of self made soaps and Czech jewelry...

Zen

Your soon to be husband rubbed his hands together as he waited for you, his bride, to walk into the beautiful cathedral of your home country.

Hyun always wanted to marry you, however, he wanted to wait until his parents would talk to him.

Nonetheless, even after trying for three years, nothing came and Zen began to notice that you were getting nervous.

,,I don’t want to lose you just because my family can’t forgive me and acknowledge me,’’ he told you back then, stroking your cheek.

,,Let’s get married,’’ he whispered.

Ever since then, you planned your wedding and since you always wanted to get married in the same church your mother married in, there was no question where the both of you would go.

The beautiful St. Vitus Cathedral, the church in the Czech Republic.

At first, Zen was a bit unsure because of the differences between Korea and Czech, but you soon made him feel sure about that decision. All he wanted was to make you happy.

Here he was now with the RFA, his only guests besides his Director, on his side of the guests while your side was filled with your family.

Your mother sat in the first row. She was already crying and blowing kisses to him.

He never experienced so much love from a mother and he was more than happy to have found you…

You walked in: your blonde long hair was filled with flowers and glitter as your father walked you to him….

Yoosung

,,Ahoj,’’ he said to you as he watched you making breakfast.

,,Dobré ráno,’’ you corrected him, meaning good morning.

,,Ahhh, wrong again,’’ he whined and observed you making kolache.

It was a baked pastry and he knew that it was made only on special occasions.

The reason was that today was his birthday and since he loved kolache the most. You even prepared it for breakfast.

,,Do you want coffee?’’ you asked him.

Yoosung wanted to learn your language and that’s why the two of you agreed that Yoosung would respond in your language so that he could learn it quicker.

And you were proud. He was really good at it. ,,Ano,’’ he answered, nodding at your question.

He was honestly lucky.

If he met you just a few years later, you probably would have gone back to your hometown, but no. You felt in love with him and really managed to stay there with him in Korea, even though it was so different from your home.

,,Nemůžu bez tebe žít,’’ you teased him, making him whiny.

,,You know that I can’t understand if you speak so quickly!’’ he whined, but you would never tell him that you just told him that you couldn’t live without him...

Jaehee

,,Čau!’’ you greeted a customer. Everyone just loved you and the way you greeted them.

Three times a year, you both made a Czech week in your coffee shop, making the decorations just like your hometown coffee shops.

You also always served kolache, buchty, bublanina, and babovka.

It was the best in the world. Jaehee just loved these three weeks in the year when you would bake these tasty things because they were actually very special.

,, Rádo se stalo!’’ you laughed and watched as the two girls sat on a free table.

Even the music in the background was Czech.

,,You know,’’ you said to Jaehee when everyone was busy enjoying their order.

,,Back when I was in Czech, I often went to the Lucerna Music Bar,’’ you told her.

Jaehee tilted her head with a questionable facial expression.

,,It’s a concert club,’’ you laughed.

You explained how wonderful it looked.

Jaehee smiled at you and asked you if one day both of you could go there to enjoy the time there and you, without even waiting, agreed and took her hand.

,,I would be more than happy to show you everything,’’ you smiled and got ready to serve the next person.

Saeyoung

The red haired hacker was very amazed when back then he couldn’t find out a lot about you. Today however, he came to find out that Czech’s possess a high degree of individualism and adaptability.

,,My wifey likes her privacy.’’ He liked when he once again tried to check something he actually wasn’t allowed to.

Another trait of yours was that you despised any authoritarian rule.

He really loved that about you.

No one dared to tell you anything. You were strong and independent.

,,I honestly didn’t know that hrachovka could taste so good,’’ he laughed and began to eat the soup while Saran observed the food you prepared.

Even though Saeyoung would eat everything, your brother-in-law liked normal korean food more.

You weren’t sad or mad about it. It was okay because Saeyoung would also eat his portion.

,,Bean and lentil soups are commonly cooked at home,’’ you explained and began to tell him how your grandmother taught you how to prepare this dish.

,,I like Gulášovka and dršťková more tho…’’ he mumbled and licked his lips when he saw that soup wasn’t the only dish he would eat today.

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celestialstarrywitch · 4 years

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Litha Flower Crown Tutorial

Hello everyone!!! Litha is coming up and to celebrate, I’ve made a flower crown!! It’s fairly easy to make and easily customizable so I thought I’d share a tutorial with everyone since it’s a lot easier than it looks! Whether it’s for Litha, a different holiday, or even just for fun, I hope this tutorial is helpful for you. Here’s what the finished product looks like!

If you want to make one exactly like mine, here are the materials that you’ll need:

-2 pieces of wire

-electrical tape (or any kind of tape that won’t create a goopy mess- I used black)

-3 different colors of ribbon (I used super thin ribbon in pink, white, and yellow)

-5 types of (fake) flowers. For this particular crown, I chose pink, orange, white, purple and blue. The specific flowers I got were; Hyacinth (blue), Roses (orange/peach), Peonies (white), Lilies (pink) and Iris (purple)

-Scissors or wire cutters

Obviously you can substitute the colors, flowers and materials as needed- make it your own!!! The whole point is to have fun while making something awesome.

Some helpful hints:

-Get the flowers at Dollar Tree. $1 for a bunch of 5-6 flowers and they have a huge selection!

-I got the electrical tape at Home Depot. I believe it was around $1.50 and there were tons of colors.

-You can find the wire and ribbon at your local craft store. I got the ribbon for $.79 at Michaels, and there was a huge sale going on so it was even cheaper. The ribbon is super thin which is perfect for this project.

-If possible, use wire cutters to cut the flower stems as there is hard plastic and a thin wire. It’s possible not to (I didn’t), but if you can save your hands some pain and struggling you might as well :)

-If you don’t want to make a crown but still want to make something with flowers feel free to hang this up as a wreath!

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Throughout making this flower crown, clear your head and think of summer and infuse your flowers with thoughts of the sun. If it helps, burn some incense, play some calming music, or say a spell while your flower crown is coming along. This is a time of protection and joy so envision these things as you work on your crown.

Now without further ado, let’s make our flower crowns!!

🔮🌙🔮

Start off with your two wires. You can either measure your head or eyeball it to get the correct size. If you plan on wearing anything bulky, like a hat or an intricate hairstyle, add a few inches or measure with it on. You don’t want your headpiece to be too small. I personally eyeballed it and checked it to my head before twisting the wires together. I made it a little loose (not too much) but enough to where it would stay on my head by itself.

As you can see, the shape doesn’t need to be perfect. As long as it’s in the general shape it will be fine. At this point you’ll want to take a small piece of tape, about 4 inches long (you don’t have to measure it) and wrap it tightly around the part where the wires are twisted together. You’ll eventually want to cover the entire wire in the tape, but do it in chunks so it’s easier and more manageable.

Once again, it doesn’t have to be perfect. This is just giving a base we can attach the flowers to. At this point, you’ll want to have the entire circle covered in tape. There shouldn’t be any kind of sticky residue anywhere, and you don’t want any pieces of tape ends sticking out. Nothing’s worse than getting sticky residue in your hair or on your clothes :(. At this point, set the circle down for a few minutes while we prep the flowers.

As stated earlier, if you have wire cutters this part will be slightly easier, but if not you’ll be 100% fine. Separate each flower and cut as far down as you can to leave a long stem. This will also account for any errors where the plastic and/or wire metal refuses to cooperate. Decide if you want to leave the leaves on or if you just want flowers. Personally, I like the look of leaves so I left them on the stems. There should be one leaf part to each flower, sometimes two depending on the type. Here is where you’ll decide if you want a specific pattern or how you want to add the flowers. I just did what I felt was right and looked the best, and went one flower type at a time. (All the roses first, then lilies, etc). There is no right or wrong way to decide on a pattern!!

At this point, I cut my three pieces of ribbon. I went flower by flower so I cut all the ribbon as I went along. I color coded it so pink was by the base of the flower, yellow was under the leaf, and white was at the end of the stem. You’ll want to double knot it tightly in the three different locations. Once again, there is no right or wrong way to do this as long as you feel it looks good and the flower won’t come off.

As you can see, you want all the flowers to go in the same direction. This is important. If you put them going different directions, the flowers will squish and clash and you’ll get frustrated trying to tie down flowers that are fighting you.

As you go along adding flowers, make sure to keep tying the previous ribbons in. This part is hard to explain but basically you’ll end up wanting the ribbons to be flat against the circle just like the stems. This will help make everything look neat and you won’t have random ribbons hanging every which way. Keep adding flowers how you want.

You can see more of what I’m talking about with the ribbon in this picture. By now your flower crown should be shaping nicely. Keep adding flowers, tying ribbon and shaping your crown. You can obviously stop whenever you feel your crown is complete.

After completing the flower crown, feel free to enchant it with a spell if you haven’t already and want to, or put it in the sun so it can absorb the rays and infuse with the suns energy.

And there you go! A completed flower crown for Litha, or a summer wreath to decorate your home. :) Let me know if there are any questions and of course tag me/comment with pictures of your flower crown!!! I’d love to see what you make!!🌸 🌺 🌹

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katherinemallory · 4 years

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#7 Red’s my favourite colour

Previously, on this story: #1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #6

Every day I wanted the ground to swallow me up. Every day I’ve been sitting alone in my apartment, unable to call anybody as my phone had been blocked, hoping something (or someone) would finally come to my rescue. I couldn’t believe my first days as a double-0 didn’t go as I had always planned, and I've been put under arrest only weeks after being promoted to the double-0 section. What is more, they suspected I had something to do with the attempted murder of the Head of MI6. So much for my promising career in espionage.

There were times I almost thought that *maybe* my deep feelings for Mallory (confirmed by Eve who has heard this whole embarrassing story from myself) had the power to save me from the arrest and a possible trial. But deep down I knew this wasn’t a possible scenario. Never ever I am going to reveal my feelings... The truth could ruin my life. It could ruin his life as well...

I tried to distract myself, so I refused to do anything that would remind me of my pathetic situation. The result was far from expected... I was playing video-games or reading books, I was willing to do *anything* that could help me forget about Mallory. It wasn’t easy, as spring was coming to town. Spring... In my world it was always associated with love... or at least some casual flirting.

It was early in the morning, but I was already sitting on my couch and switching channels on my tv. I was so hopeless and bored, that even my favourite coffee I kept sipping from my mug couldn't change my mood. My hair was a mess and I was wearing nothing but the black satin bathrobe on this another ordinary day since the beginning of my house arrest.

Out of the blue, I heard a door bell that scared me so much I spilled some coffee on the floor. I quickly turned off the tv and went to open the door.

"Morning. May I come in?"

I was still a bit shaken by the unexpected visit and my voice sounded unstable.

"Y-you came back?"

The man didn’t answer me, so I just stepped aside, allowing him to come in as he had requested. My eyes focused on his face when I closed the door after him.

It was actually a rare sight to see. It was *him*. James Bond, with a large bouquet of red roses in his hands, was standing in front of me. He looked as if he had just came home after taking his overdue holiday, judging by way he was dressed - a jacket in a light shade of brown and an ivory shirt. The three top buttons of his shirt were playfully undone. The look was completed by his shiny blond hair and a tanned face - a sign he has really been on the Maldives. I’ve never seen him in such a good shape, but despite looking like a million dollars, he appeared to be less self-confident than usual.

"Katherine... I'm here to apologize" he said, while handing me the roses. "I shouldn't have reacted like I did. I acted like an idiot. I'm really sorry... and I hope you can forgive me."

I was so surprised and furious at the same time to see him, that I totally forgot about my appearance - and the fact that I was completely naked under my bathrobe. I was standing in front of him, my arms folded, and eyes full of rage.

"Thanks," I replied, using my angry tone, as I looked at the bouquet, but refused to accept it. "But if you were really sorry, you would answer one of my calls."

"About that," added Bond and touched his left cuff. "You're right, I should have answered and talk to you... But I just preferred to do it in person."

As he didn't see any reaction to his words, he came closer to me and took my right hand in his.

"Please, Kath, let's forget about it and start anew. I didn't mean to hurt you," he said in his deep, smooth voice, and leaned down to kiss me gallantly on the hand.

I tried to make my face look like I was still pretty furious, but deep inside I was aware that I wouldn't be able to pretend for long. Damn, he's irresistible sometimes, I thought.

"Apology accepted," I said calmly, as I took the bouquet. "It seems I can't be mad at you."

I smelled the roses. It’s been a while since I was given flowers.

"It’s good to finally see you, James...”

I looked up at him and realized one of my sleeves had slid off, showing my bare shoulder that instantly drew Bond’s attention. The outfit might not have been the most appropriate for the occasion.

"Oh, please forgive me,” I trembled. “I hope it doesn't offend you..."

"Not at all," Bond declared. "Feel free to undress if you think it would be less provocative,” he added and smirked.

“Very funny.”

My eyes pointed to the coffeemaker.

"Oh yes, please," said Bond. "Coffee. Very black."

...

We spent the whole morning sitting on my couch, talking about everything, and drinking coffee. I quickly lost the track of time.

"There is one thing I don't get, James. How is it possible that the guards have let you in? You know, I'm not allowed to leave the place, so I thought I wouldn't be allowed to meet anyone either."

"Not exactly," said Bond. "Don't forget you talk to the 007 himself. He knows how to deal with such matters," the last sentence was accompanied by a smirk. He turned to me, waiting to see me laugh.

I did laugh.

“Right... Then I’m glad this 007 wished to see me.”

He raised his hand as if he intended to move the hair away from my face, but hesitated, and he continued to talk instead.

“He wished to see both you and Mallory. After I got informed about what had happened, I came back as quickly as possible.”

“What about the mission?” I asked, unable to get what he meant.

“It was finished. I just wanted to stay there for a few more days. That’s all,” answered Bond and hesitated again. “I’ve... I’ve already spoken with Mallory on the phone. He wants to see me tomorrow.”

“So it means... he’s back in the office?” I asked, raising my voice.

“Yes,” Bond replied and smiled. “You’ll be able to meet him as well, because the investigation’s over. So, to answer your question, there aren’t any guards there anymore.”

At that moment it occurred to me that when I opened the door for Bond, I didn't pay attention to the guards.

"Great...," I hissed. "Nobody tells me anything..."

I must have looked upset, because Bond moved closer and put his arm around me.

"Look on the bright side, Kath. They didn’t inform you of the result of the investigation properly... yet. That’s correct. But...” he held onto me, “what a messenger they’ve sent you!”

I turned my head to him.

“James... hold me tight... please.”

Bond did as I asked. For a while we were silent, wrapped into each other’s arms.

“Thank you,” I whispered into his ear. “I really appreciate that you’re here.”

“It’s nothing,” said Bond, still holding me in his arms. “I guess you were worried about Mallory?”

My heart started to beat faster, and I’m sure Bond could feel it on his chest. I replied after a few seconds.

"I was worried as hell..."

"It's just a stab wound. He'll be fine,” replied Bond and released his grip. “Katherine... could you tell me... was I really wrong about your feelings towards him?”

I looked into his eyes, not knowing what to say. I haven’t been that much confused in my entire life. I’ve already known I had fallen for Mallory badly, but I still wasn’t sure how much Bond meant to me. There was something about him I couldn’t explain and understand. They call it “the charm”, right?

“Do you really have to know that?” I questioned, caressing his muscular arm. “And besides, do you think I will tell you?”

He took my hand off his shoulder.

“You should get some rest before you go back on active service,” whispered Bond and kissed me on the forehead. “I’d better get going. It was lovely to see you, Katherine.”

“Thank you, James. I *adore* those roses,” I smiled at him mildly. “Red is my favourite colour.”

...

Two or three hours have passed and I’ve began to prepare my lunch. Of course I couldn’t stop to think about Bond. He came all the way just to see me... brought me those roses... I adore them... has any other double-0 ever got a bouquet of *red* roses from this man? I’m sure the answer is “no”, I thought while washing the tomatoes. But on the other hand... he had to come back anyway... and maybe this is just a sweet-talk... yes... he’s such a womanizer... there is no denying he slept with a girl or two while on Maldives... and you can’t blame him... but, he’s not a man for you... forget about him, Kath.

Suddenly, my phone rang. I wiped my hands and came to the table, wondering who the hell wants to talk to me at lunchtime.

I froze when I realized what has just appeared on screen. There was a huge, single letter: M.

“Yes?” I said as I picked up.

“Good afternoon, 002,” said a deep, but sharp voice. I wish your voice could wake me up every day... Oh, sir, I missed you so much. Keep talking, I thought.

“Good afternoon, sir.”

“You’ve probably already spoken to 007,” guessed Mallory. “I’m pleased to inform you that investigation didn’t prove the accusations, so... it means your arrest is over. Or, in other words, you’re back on active service,” he added coldly. “Congratulations.”

I didn’t listen to the words he said. I was hypnotized by the way he uttered those words.

“002? Are you still there?”

“Yes! Uhm... Thank you... Thank you, sir.”

“I suppose it means you’re ready to come back?” he asked and I could sense that he was smiling.

“Yeah,” I smiled as well. “Armed and ready.”

“I’m very glad to hear that, 002. Meet me in my office at 1 P.M. tomorrow for further instructions then.”

“With pleasure, sir. I’ll be there,” I assured him.

I was just about to hang up (what a relief to hear his voice... thank God he’s safe and sound), when I realized I didn’t ask him about the arm.

“Uhm, sir... I’ve been wondering... how... How do you feel?”

“Thank you for asking, Katherine...”

As he replied, I couldn’t believe what I’ve just heard. It made me feel all warm inside. Wait, did he *really* call me by my name?! I will remember that day till the rest of my life, I thought, and Mallory continued:

“... I feel a lot better. Good enough to get back to work... I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow... sir.”

I said the last sentence almost breathlessly... I sat on the couch and gasped for air. Wow... He *did* call me “Katherine”... for the first time since I’ve entered the section. Does it mean our relationship has moved on to the next level...? Wait, what did he say? 1 P.M., I think...

I had to contact Amanda. I’ve quickly typed a message:

Congrats Amanda!! We’re finally free! Can’t wait to see you. xx

She replied right away, but the truth was, I expected a more enthusiastic response:

Yeah, that’s great, Kath. Would you mind if we talked tomorrow before our meetings with M? It’s urgent.

I agreed, and went on to resume cooking. I had no idea what Amanda had in mind and it worried me, because rarely she was that laconic. I wondered what did she want to talk about. It all happened so fast today... the flowers (& the messenger!), the rescue, the phone call from my supervisor, and now Amanda’s request... It seems there is a lot going on right now. But let’s be honest, Kath... to look into Mallory’s eyes once again... this is what you desire most.

It’s time to get out.

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To be continued.

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