#ill just say that i almost fell out of my chair

[tehded]

anyway my sdv farmer walks around looking like a clown because the radioactive goggles were too funny to ever take off

[surreal-duck]

hi!! i just wanted to say that ive liked midoyuzu since i was like 14 and its been a few years since then (obviously) but seeing your midoyuzu art now is so!!! its so fulfilling to my past self who had like NO art to go off of, i guess? anyway! your art is super good and i love it so much <3

im glad omg? extremely late to the party but by god i am bringing snacks in here or die trying o7 was pretty baffled the first time finding out more abt their dynamic and looking them up on here to find maybe like two more recent posts and the rest from no sooner than 2017 or so askjdghsjkgdhjks but really THANK YOU!!!!!!!! happy to be of service to your inner 14yo somewhat ;v;

yknow what though the really funny thing is that i wasnt even that into them initially. just remembered that cute interaction at the end of xmas live and thought "huh these two r kinda sweet actually" and that curiosity is always a slippery slope into genuine investment and by god is tripping into it a favorite pastime of mine

[yourlocaljonghoe]

Dear Officer. || Bang Chan.

Summary: who would've thought that the man upholding justice himself secretly likes being handcuffed just like the criminals he catches everyday...

Pairing: police officer!bang chan x secretary!reader

Genre: smut (mdni)

Wordcount: 3.7k

Warnings: porn with very little plot, dom!reader x sub!chan, handcuffed chan, piv, unprotected sex (don't do that fellas), teasing, soft ending

A/N: is this my skz debut?! yes, yes it is. idk if ill ever post more of them tbh, i do have a few more ideas but am still a bit hesitant, but i wrote this impulsively at 4am after fantasizing about police officer chan for weeks so here it is lol. enjoy and maybe we'll see each other again in the future stays🤭 biggest thank you to @ja3hwa for beta reading this, ily🥺 & as always divider credits to @firefly-graphics!

Taglist: @ghstzzn, @kyukyustar, @hwapetals, @foxinnie8, @preciouswoozi, @aussiekpopginger, @kitten4sannie, @hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf

Available here on Ao3.

You loved working as a secretary at your town's police department. While you, of course, weren't directly involved in keeping the peace and catching criminals, it still felt like your work was a good deed to society. 

And, maybe, there was another reason as well.

Maybe.

You glanced up, scanning the bustling room, and there he was - Officer Bang. His uniform hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, and as he chatted with a colleague, that dimpled smile you couldn’t get enough of, made your heart skip a beat. You forced your gaze back to the screen, but your thoughts lingered on him.

What can you say? You were a simple woman, and this man may be another reason why you enjoyed your job here.

Every day, you caught yourself stealing glances, admiring the way he carried himself with such effortless confidence. He was kind to everyone, always lending a hand or offering a comforting word, but it was more than that. There was something about him - maybe it was the way his smile reached his eyes, or how his laugh sounded like a soothing melody - that made him this irresistible.

It had become routine, this quiet longing. You’d never dared to make a move, content with these innocent crushes that never seemed to go anywhere. 

A man like him, deeply respected by his colleagues and desired by many, would never be interested in you… right?

The day had dragged on, seemingly without ever wanting to end, but now the usual rhythm of the police department was slowing down as night fell. Most of the officers and other secretaries had already left, the station growing quieter with each passing hour. Unfortunately for you, you had to finish up some last-minute paperwork, and so, at almost midnight, you were the only one still in the building.

Or so you thought.

You stretched in your chair, glancing at the clock. It was late, and you considered calling it a night when a soft noise caught your attention. The sound came from down the hall, in the direction of Officer Bang's office. Curiosity tugged at you. He… hadn’t left yet?

You stood up, slowly moving towards the source of the sound. The closer you got, the louder and clearer it became - what you were hearing was a man's voice, letting out a low, throaty groan. You paused outside his door, your hand hovering over the handle, unsure of what to do next. The door was slightly ajar, and through the small crack, you could see him.

It was probably the prettiest thing you'd ever seen.

Chan was sitting at his desk, the room dimly lit by the small lamp on his desk. He was still in his uniform, but something was… different. 

His hands were cuffed together in front of him. 

The sight alone made your breath hitch, but what really took you by surprise was the state he was in. His head was thrown back, eyes closed, and his chest heaved with ragged breaths. You followed his gaze downward, your eyes widening as you noticed the strain in his pants, the hard outline of his erection clearly visible.

What the hell was going on, and why were you not running away from it?

You were completely frozen, every instinct telling you to turn around, to leave before you were caught, but your feet remained rooted to the spot. Your pulse quickened, heart thudding in your chest as you took in the scene. There was something raw and intoxicating about seeing him like this - so vulnerable, so unlike the composed and confident officer you and everyone else were used to.

He shifted slightly, another groan escaping his lips, and you felt a surge of heat rush through you. You shouldn't be watching this. Yet, you also couldn't look away. There was something about seeing him in those handcuffs - the very thing he used to capture countless criminals with - that sent a shiver down your spine. And then, almost as if sensing your presence, his eyes fluttered open, meeting yours through the crack in the door.

Time seemed to stop as your gazes locked. His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't move, didn't say a single word. The room was completely silent, the air was thick with unspoken tension. You knew you should leave, but the way he was looking at you - with a mix of shock and something else, something darker - made it impossible to move.

Finally, he spoke, his voice low and rough, “What are you doing here?”

You swallowed hard, your mind scrambling for an answer, but all you could think about was the fact that you'd been caught - and how much you liked what you saw.

“I-I’m so, so sorry… I-I didn’t mean to-” Your voice faltered, catching in your throat as your eyes betrayed you, still lingering on the prominent bulge in his pants. You knew you shouldn’t be looking, but you couldn’t help it. 

The sight of him like this was overwhelming, and you gasped as you laid eyes on his crotch again. You couldn't even see him in his full glory, but holy fucking shit, what you saw made you clench your thighs, wetness pooling in between them.

Officer Christopher Bang had a long, thick cock, and it drove you insane.

Chan’s breath hitched, his gaze never leaving yours while you shamelessly ogled at him, and you saw something flicker in his eyes - desire. He shifted in his chair again, the movement making the handcuffs jingle softly, reminding you of the restraints that still bound his wrists. You swallowed hard, torn between your instincts to flee and the undeniable desire  to stay.

Your thoughts were full of him, and something else; your newfound need to dominate this man who was so helpless in front of you.

“You’re… not supposed to be here,” he said.

But instead of pulling away, you found yourself taking a tentative step closer. “I… I couldn’t help it,” you whispered, the words escaping before you could think them through. Your eyes flitted back up to his face, searching for any sign of discomfort, but all you saw was the same need and lust mirrored in his expression. The tension in the room crackled like electricity, drawing you closer until you were standing right in front of him.

His eyes darkened as they roamed over you, and you could feel the intensity of his gaze like a physical touch. “You shouldn’t be looking at me like that,” he murmured, but there was no conviction in his voice. His words hung in the air between you, a weak attempt to maintain control, but the way his breath quickened told you otherwise.

You were the one in control, and the man looking up at you knew that. And didn't seem to mind at all.

You hesitated for a second. But as your eyes dipped down to his lap, where his erection strained against the fabric of his pants, you lost your inner battle with your conscience. All you could think about was how badly you wanted to see him fully, to run your fingers along his length, to feel the weight of him in your hand…

To dominate the man who usually dominates everyone else.

“I-” you started hesitantly, but before you could finish, his handcuffed hands reached out, fingers curling gently around your wrist. The cool metal of the cuffs brushed against your skin, sending a shiver up your spine.

“If you stay,” Chan said, his voice low and husky, “there’s no going back. You have the chance to do everything you want to me now, or you can turn around and we pretend nothing ever happened.” 

His grip on your wrist tightened just enough to make your pulse race, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made it hard for you to breathe.

You knew what he was saying, and the weight of the decision hung heavy in the air. But the heat between you, the need that had been building ever since you first laid eyes on him, was too strong to ignore.

And as you slowly nodded, stepping even closer, you knew you were already lost.

Chan’s breath hitched, and you could see the way his pupils dilated, his dark eyes full of want and need. 

The sudden shift in power, the way your shy demeanour got more and more confident with each step you took, had him completely under your spell, and you revelled in the effect you were having on him.

“Such a big man with such a big cock, and yet he likes being dominated…” you mused, your voice dripping with teasing confidence. The smirk on your lips deepened as you ran a finger slowly down the length of his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your touch. “I’m learning something new about you every day, Officer. And I definitely like it.”

He let out a low, shaky breath, his muscles tensing as you continued to toy with him. His hands, still bound by the cuffs, flexed helplessly in his lap, a reminder of just how vulnerable he was in this very moment. You could see how much he was enjoying it, with his eyes rolling back and his mouth agape.

“Do you like it?” you asked, your voice dropping to a whisper as you leaned in closer, your lips hovering just above his. “Do you like the idea of being dominated by someone who knows exactly what you want? Someone who can take control and make you beg for more?”

He swallowed hard, his breath coming in shallow pants now, and you could feel the tension radiating off him in waves. “Y-yes…” he finally murmured, “I like it. L-like it so much.”

His admission made you feel o’ so powerful, your smirk steadily growing as you brushed your lips against his, teasing him with a taste of what he wanted so badly. “Good,” you purred, your voice laced with satisfaction. “Because I’m just getting started.”

A quiet, pathetic whimper left his plump, delicious lips. 

“You want to touch me, Officer?” You taunted, your voice dripping with mocking sweetness. “Too bad. You can’t.” Your laughter echoed softly in the quiet room, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine. The power dynamic between you was intoxicating, something entirely new to you. 

And you absolutely loved it. 

Your control over this man was absolute.

His erection visibly strained against his pants, and you could feel it twitch as you shifted in his lap, rubbing yourself against him with deliberate thrusts. His breath came in ragged gasps, the sensation clearly overwhelming him. You watched him, his eyes glazed with lust, and you could see the frustration building in him, the desperation to touch you, to take control, to do anything but sit there, helpless.

You just laughed at his fruitless attempts.

“But I can,” you continued, your tone darkening as you leaned in closer, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear, biting down harshly. “And I won’t be kind.”

Before he could respond, you shifted your weight and, with a swift, calculated movement, drove your knee straight into his crotch. The impact was hard, sudden, and precise. A strangled gasp left his lips, his body jerking beneath you as pain and pleasure collided in his expression. His hips bucked involuntarily, the shock of the blow mixing with the overwhelming arousal that had been building between the two of you.

Chan’s head fell back against the chair, a low groan escaping his lips as he tried to regain control of his breathing. His eyes were half-lidded, a mix of pain and raw desire flickering in them. The way he looked at you, even through the discomfort, was almost worshipful - completely at your mercy and loving every second of it, just like you.

“You like that, don’t you?” You whispered, your voice tinged with satisfaction as you watched him struggle to process the sensations. “Being completely helpless, unable to do anything but take what I give you… I bet you’ve never been treated like this before, have you, Officer?”

Chan shook his head, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. “N-no,” he managed to rasp, his voice hoarse but laced with a dark, eager hunger. The way he looked at you, eyes filled with nothing but sheer, desperate desire, only fueled the fire within you.

“Good,” you said, leaning in to press a searing kiss to his lips, feeling his body tremble beneath you. “Because this is only the beginning.”

Your kiss deepened, and you relished in the sensation of his soft lips against yours, his low moans vibrating through you. As your hands trailed down his body, finding their way under his uniform, you could feel the heat radiating off his skin and his muscles tensing beneath your touch. The power you had over him was driving you wild, and you yearned for him to finally be inside you.

As you continued to tease him, your fingers eventually found the buckle of his belt. With deliberate and slow movements, you finally undid it, enjoying the way his breath hitched in anticipation. His eyes were fully locked onto yours, his pupils blown wide with desire, his lips slightly parted as he watched you with an intensity that made your pulse race and your pussy clench.

You unzipped his pants, feeling the heat of his erection through the fabric of his boxers. Your hand slipped inside, brushing against him, and he let out a strangled moan, his hips jerking involuntarily toward your touch.

“Please,” he whispered, all whiny and desperate. For you.

His voice sent a shiver down your spine. 

You did this to him. You made this strong, gorgeous man who could overpower you anytime he wanted if he weren't handcuffed right now this hard, this needy. 

What an incredible fucking feeling that was.

You gave him a teasing squeeze, eliciting another whimper from him, before finally pulling him free of his pants.

You couldn't help but admire him for a moment, your hand wrapped around his thick length, feeling the weight of him. He was everything you had imagined and more. And the way he looked at you, like you held the world in your hands, only made you want him more.

Without another word, you pulled your skirt up and your underwear to the side so that he had a direct view of your wetness, and then, slowly, you lowered yourself onto him, taking him inch by agonising inch. The sensation of his big cock filling you was overwhelming; your breath catching in your throat as you had to adjust to him for a moment. And then you began to move. 

His heavy balls were slapping against your ass as you bounced up and down, again and again, while Chan was completely helpless beneath you, his hands still cuffed, his body straining with the effort to stay still. His eyes never left yours, watching every movement, every little expression on your face, as you rode him like your life depended on it. 

For the first time in your entire sex life, you were the one setting the pace, slow and teasing at first, moaning as his pelvis teased your clit with each thrust. But as the pleasure built within you, your movements became more frantic, driven by a need that matched his own.

The tension that had been building between you both reached its peak, and with one final, shuddering thrust, you both came undone. White, sticky cum filled you, mixing with your own juices, and you moaned at the sensation. The world seemed to stand still entirely, leaving only the two of you tangled together in the aftermath of your release.

You collapsed against him, both of you breathing heavily, your heart still racing from the intensity of it all. Chan's hands were still cuffed, but he managed to brush his lips against your forehead in a gentle, tender gesture that made your heart swell with something warm and unfamiliar.

As the haze of passion began to fade, reality started to sink in, and you suddenly felt a rush of embarrassment.

What the hell had just possessed you?!

You slowly untangled yourself from him, avoiding his gaze as you reached for the key to his cuffs that were lying on the desk. Your hands trembled slightly as you unlocked them, the click of the metal echoing in the now-quiet room.

When Chan's hands were free, you fully expected him to do something, anything, to take back the control he'd lost. But instead, he remained still, his eyes soft and full of something you couldn't quite place. He reached out, gently cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin in a soothing motion.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice tender and filled with concern.

The question caught you off guard, and you felt your cheeks flush. "I… I'm so embarrassed," you said, hiding your face behind your hands.

Chan smiled, that dimpled smile you loved so, so much, but there was something different about it now. It was warm, reassuring, and entirely genuine. “You were amazing. There's no need to feel shy now,” he murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. “You have no idea how much I enjoyed that.”

His words made your heart skip a beat, and you felt a wave of relief wash over you. But still, you hid your face in his neck, in the hope he wouldn't look at you again. “I just… I’ve never done anything like that before. I didn't.. I didn't even know I could do that, or would want to do that,” you confessed.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close against his chest. “You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he whispered into your hair, his voice laced with affection. “I loved every second of it. You have nothing to be self-conscious about.”

Once again, you buried your face in his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his embrace soothe your nerves. His arms around you were comforting, his touch gentle, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to simply enjoy the feeling of being close to him.

Until he shifted slightly underneath you, and you hissed as his pants moved roughly against your centre.

“Shit, are you okay? Are you hurt?” He immediately asked, his doe eyes looking down at you, full of worry.

“Y-yeah, I'm fine. Just… a bit sore. I didn't really… prep myself for you,” you mumbled shyly.

Chan's features softened into a warm smile as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his hands gently caressing your back as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I’m sorry, I should’ve been more careful,” he said, his voice full of genuine remorse. “You didn’t have to push yourself so hard.”

You shook your head, lifting your gaze to meet his. “No, no… I wanted to. Every bit of it. You were perfect. I just… didn’t expect you to be so… big.” You flushed again, feeling heat creep up your neck.

He chuckled softly, the sound reverberating through his chest, but his expression was still tender. “We could’ve taken it slower. I’m not going anywhere, you know. There’s no rush.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart swell, and you found yourself relaxing in his arms. The initial embarrassment began to melt away, replaced by a comforting warmth. “I guess I got a little carried away,” you admitted with a small smile.

Chan’s eyes sparkled with affection as he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in a gentle, lingering kiss. “I’m glad you did,” he whispered against your lips, his breath warm and sweet. 

“You… you've always been the one thing I couldn’t get out of my head, you know? I’ve been trying so hard to be professional, to keep my feelings in check, but you... you make it so difficult.”

The idea that he’d been harbouring feelings for you all this time, just like you had for him, was so surreal to you, but it made your heart flutter nonetheless. “You’re really saying you’ve been interested in me too?” you asked, your voice tinged with disbelief.

Chan chuckled softly, shaking his head in amusement. “Interested is an understatement. I’ve been crazy about you since the day you walked into this department.” His thumb brushed gently against your cheek, his eyes filled with a gentleness that made you squirm in his lap. “But I didn’t want to cross any boundaries or make you uncomfortable.”

“I had no idea,” you whispered, your heart swelling with warmth. “I’ve felt the same way, but I never thought you’d be… interested in someone like me.”

Chan’s eyes widened in surprise. “How could I not be? You’re amazing. You’re smart, kind, and... absolutely beautiful. I've wanted you for a long, long time, Y/N. Just… promise me one thing, okay?”

“What is it?”

“Next time, we’ll take our time. I'll take care of you and make sure you're fully ready to take me, okay? I want to savour every moment with you. I don't want you to be in any pain afterwards.”

The mention of a “next time” made your heart flutter, and you couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear. “I’d like that,” you whispered back, your voice soft and sincere. “I'd like that a lot.”

You felt his strong arms tighten around you, pulling you even closer, as he rested his chin on top of your head. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was soothing, and you allowed yourself to fully relax in his embrace, closing your eyes and listening to his breathing. 

After a long, comforting silence, you were the one breaking the silence this time. 

“Hey… uhm. Can I ask a favour from you, Chan?”

He hummed. “Whatever you want.”

“Can you… take care of me, like… right now?”

He laughed, a loud and deep sound shaking his entire body, and you hit him playfully as your whole face lit up in embarrassment. 

“God, you're irresistible,” he said, a smirk adorning his handsome face as he kissed you softly. 

“And horny,” you added.

“And horny,” he repeated, swooping you up in his arms and gently spinning you around, “But don't worry. Officer Bang is here to take care of you.”

“You truly are the people's friend and helper,” you chuckled. He shook his head, still smiling at you with nothing but fondness. 

“Nah. Fuck the people. M’ just here to take care of you right now.” 

[zuhaism]

What other reactions especially winter and aespa!yn after seeing the news..

this was arnd karina’s dating scandal 😱😱

tbh yn wldnt really care that much she’s just mad that her member got outted to cover up shady things the government has done. so she’d try to help the situation by try to get the attention away frm karina.

winter would do the same tbh.

yn and winter went live shortly after the news got out and spread like wildfire and this is how it went.

“yo none of the comments are about me”

you let out a chuckle with a sheepish smile on your face. you turned on some music to enlighten the atmosphere. “ah im going to call minjeong unnie” you finally said after reading the comments regarding your other member.

you were advised not to do a live today but the reaction of my’s were so funny by the news. you just miss them. “come” you ushered minjeong over. “where am i supposed to sit.” she looked at you. her in your hoodie that made her look small.

“here” you patted your lap. she obliged and sat on your lap. she looked at the computer screen and asked “can i play?” you nodded “go ahead” you tried reading the comments again. but all of them are irrelevant to you.

you just sighed and tried to entertain your fans. “how about we play a horror game?” minjeong look at you unsure. “wouldn’t we be too loud?” you giggled “ill just close your mouth when you’re about to scream” minjeong rolled her eyes.

the loading screen loaded and minjeong read the title in her cute english voice. you couldn’t stop blushing because she was being so cute. “please never stop talking in english” you said as she read the comments.

minjeong hummed and started playing. she’d ask some words that are in english that she doesn’t understand, and you’d explain it to her. things were going well. you’d glance at the comments once in a while but still all of it was directed towards your other member.

minjeong almost finished the whole thing while you were still paying attention to the comments. there was one final jumpscare in the game that made minjeong so suprised that the chair that you both were in started tipping backwards.

minjeong’s scream pierced the air as the both of you fell. you barely had time to react before the both of you crashed to the ground with a thud.

laughter filled the room as you both lay there, disoriented and tangled together.

the live ended shortly after you reached over the table for your phone and saying an abrupt goodbye.

twitter cyberbullied you and minjeong.

[soubi122]

A Helping Hand

This was a quick scenario that I couldn't get out of my head and for the life of me, it had me squirming in my chair at work. Not edited, forgive the sloppiness.

Warnings: fingering, f!oral, smut, anal (pt3), implied exhibitionist (pt3), dubcon at the beginning of part 3, overstimulation, vibrator, it was all over the place. Sorry if I missed anything.

MDNI! - respectfully, GO AWAY!

Scenario:

Being a member of a gang was already thrilling enough with the constant fights and feisty members. The bond between you and them was on a platonic level, though you’ve never dared cross the line with them, subtle touches and glances had your heart racing. You’d still seek adrenaline to keep you entertained every now and then. Exploring new things was nothing new, you’d enjoy trying fun little things in public and basked at the risk of getting caught. Earlier that day, you decided to walk around with a wireless vibrator inside you. You kept toggling with the remote between the low and medium settings, you had no intention of keeping it in all day until you realized that it was pushed a little too far up. Your fingers couldn’t reach it and when trying to shut it off - the button got stuck, ultimately breaking the controller and making the setting go a little higher. An emergency meeting didn’t give you time to go home and change, when you went to a restroom to try and get the toy out, you couldn't reach it. You had no choice but to attend the meeting in a fucked up state. That was the thing though, no one ever caught on to your little lewd actions but this time, it didn’t go as planned. During the meeting, they noticed how you kept fidgeting, kept your distance and refused to sit down. Your face was dusted in pink and your eyes were glossy - almost as if you were dazed or high. After the meeting, you were pulled aside and confronted.

1. Who takes you home and punishes you? Draken, Mitsuya, Baji, Kazutora, Smiley, Sanzu, Kokonoi, Mochi, Mucho, Rindou, Shion

“Oi…are you not feeling well?” He asks and places his hand on your forehead to check for a fever. He could hear your unsteady breathing and the tremble on lip got him on high alert. It was mortifying to have your captain/teammate potentially discover the real reason you’re feeling faint. The softest whimper and unintended puppy eyes had him worried for you. Without hesitating, he swung you over his shoulder and left the meeting area. The others were concerned that something may have happened or that you fell ill but did not follow unless instructed. 

He took you home and could feel how your body continued to shiver and your shortness of breath - they had him on edge. Laying you down in your bed, he was about to dash out of the room to get some medicine but you stopped him by snatching his arm. “Wait…it’s not what you think.” You say almost in tears. “You’re in pain, don’t try to tough it out!” He exclaims and snatches his arm away to head to the doorway. However, he freezes the moment he hears you moan out his name. You didn’t mean to but just as you called out his name - your climax hit you like a truck.

Turning around to face you, he sees you clenching the sheets with your back arched and legs spread. Was he imagining things or did you actually call out to him in a rather lewd way? “...(Y/N)?” He barely manages to say before your 2nd orgasm washes over you. You're a moaning and panting mess. Oh that look, he’s seen it various times in porno videos - a lump began to form in his throat as he struggled to say something. At this point, you’re moaning your sentences to him and reaching for him. “Oh god! Help me get it out!” He rushes over and begins to unbuckle your pants, pulling them down and sees the wet patch in the pantyline. 

His heart is pounding out of his chest, you were his friend and teammate, and yet he’s stripping you as if he’s your lover. “I-It’s stuck! The vibrator…take it out! Take it out! OH FUCK!” Your moans were like a call of the night to him, he saw your chest heaving and your slick beginning to seep through the fabric of your panties. He begins to pull your pantyline to the side and couldn’t help but get hard at seeing your bare pussy coated in your juices. “Fuck (Y/N)...” He exhales a shaky breath and slowly slides his fingers between your folds, gathering the slick to coat his fingers. The sensations were embarrassing but your desperation made you not give a shit about who was touching and seeing you. You just wanted this thing out of you. 

The sweetest moan dripped from your lips like honey along with his name when he prodded your core. He could feel the vibrations from your toy and his breath hitched at your warmth. “Hurry! Please, I’m about to cum!” You cry and beg him as your hips begin to move on their own. The sensation of his fingers stretching you out was driving you wild. He dove deeper into your cunt and was purposefully touching spots inside your walls to get you to react. He never knew that he’d fall in love with the sound of his name coming from your lips. “Almost got it…” He pretended to struggle. 

The third orgasm was clawing its way out. He threw you over the edge when his thumb began to circle your clit. “What are you-ah! Fuck fuck fuck!” You scream and throw your head back in ecstasy as he ripped the third orgasm from you. He had front row seats to see your squirt all over his fingers and wrist. With your whole body twitching and trembling, he couldn’t help but bask at seeing you at this mercy. The mischievous grin that spread across his lips made you clench around his fingers. “Ngh…please, I’m begging you…” You’re out of breath, sweating and a beautiful mess. “Take this as punishment for doing this at a meeting…though I’m sure someone else would have loved to punish you, I’ll just have to take care of you myself.” He says and lowers his head between your thighs. 

With one long swipe of his tongue, you felt your surroundings melt and your voice kept calling out to him. Your hands gripped his tresses and tried to pry him off but his hot tongue felt too good to stop. Somewhere somehow he ended up stripping you bare and oh how your body had him in a trance. Those perfect tits he’s only ever dreamed of putting in his mouth or play with, they were now begging to be touched. His touch was tender on your breasts. Placing open mouth kisses and gentle pinches, seeing you react to his every move had him in the clouds. “Who would have known that our little princess was…well, a perfect little slut.” His tone of voice made a chill run down your spine, you’ve never seen him like this before. Let alone even heard anything about this type of behavior from him. He wouldn’t, would he? Would he dare to cross the line between friend and lover? It’s a little too late for that. Those lines were blurred the moment you screamed his name. 

The entire night he had you ruining the bed sheets and screaming until your throat was sore. His constant teasing, his touches, the first time kissing him - it all felt so surreal. To think that your teammate would have ulterior motives, well to be fair they just happened to blossom in the midst of your risqué action. 

Finally, after an eternity he pulled out the still vibrating toy. You were left a complete mess, barely moving with your bare chest heaving and drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. He examines it and thinks to himself, This little thing was driving you insane? Twisting the toy, he was able to open it and take out the batteries, making it stop. Tossing it aside, he looked down at you, devouring your naked form and positioned himself to give you something more to scream about. 

2. Who needs it to be spelled out for them? Mikey, Takemichi, Chifuyu, Angry, Inui, Shinichiro, Hakkai, Kakucho

“(Y/N), you ok? You don’t look so good?” He asks with a concerned look on his face. You nod weakly and begin to walk away, however, your knees give out and he catches you. The way your body was trembling, he was afraid that you were probably catching a cold or the flu. “I’m taking her home, she’s not feeling so well.” You try to explain that you’re ok but he wasn’t having it. The others remained quiet, it’s like they knew something else was up but only chuckled and shook their heads at the clueless man taking you home. 

Barely managing to get through the front door and into the living room, he sits you down on the couch and runs to your kitchen to look for medicine. You were left panting and clutching the couch pillows for stability, desperately holding back. It was becoming too much, your body felt hot and your vision was beginning to go white. You bite your hand to keep from making too much noise, the pent up orgasm had you sliding down to the floor. 

When he comes back with a glass of water and medicine in hand, he sees you doubled over on the floor with tears in your eyes. “Oi! What’s wrong? Should I take you to a hospital?!” He puts the items in his hands on the coffee table and rushes to your side. Only when he places a hand on your thigh, he feels a slight vibrating sensation and panics. “What’s going on?! Are you having a seizure?” He tries to get you to sit up straight but you refuse to move to avoid looking him in the eyes. “N-Ngh…No hospital…” You barely manage to say between a moan. This poor soul thought you were groaning from being in pain. The sensation of a second orgasm was creeping up on you, making your breathing unsteady and your moans get a little louder. He thought you were going to die. He managed to roll you over but the moment he did, you moaned his name and buried your face into his chest. Your hands were gripping his shirt for dear life with shaky hands.

“I’m here, I’m here - but how can I help you if you don’t tell me what's wrong?!” He exclaims and worries that you might not live to see tomorrow if he doesn’t get help. Looking up at him, your face was dusted in pink and you had tears streaming down your face. The look of innocence and embarrassment only made his heart flutter, were you actually ok? “I…I need help.” You mutter and place your hand on your womb. He was slightly confused now - “Are you cramping or something? I don’t think I can help you with that.” He says and looks away embarrassed that he was panicking over you getting your period. You huff and take his hand, placing it lower and closer between your thighs. “No… the v-vibrator. It’s…it’s stuck…” He couldn’t comprehend what the hell you were talking about until he felt the vibrations a little better. 

His face went as red as a tomato when he realized what you were referring to. “O-Oh… you mean you…” He feels his heart rate spike when you whimper and moan. Saying his name while you’re in this state immediately made a tent in his trousers. Oh shit. He thinks to himself as he tries to hide it. “Your fingers are - ah! Oh god… they’re longer than mine.” You whine, leaning him back on the couch and lay back on his chest. His brain short circuited, was he going to have to finger you to get the toy out? Indeed he does.

Placing yourself between his legs, you could feel the raging hard on he had. You were feeling faint again, this was your teammate, your friend but you had no one else to turn to and you don’t think you’d last until the battery ran out. There was no way! Pulling your pants and panties down, you remove them completely - exposing your bare cunt for him. You felt his member twitch and throb on your lower back. He was in shock and could only pant at the site below him. “Please, you need to get it out!” You cry out to him and reach for his hand. His hand was shaking and you felt like this was a really bad idea, but you were desperate. Calling his name, he snapped out of his daze. “I’ve never done this before.” He says and lets you guide his hand between your folds. “I won’t hurt you will I?” He was worried that his fingers were too long or too thick. Shaking your head no, you reassured him that he wasn’t going to hurt you.

When his fingers prodded your entrance, you let out a squeak and instinctively moved your hips into him. Feeling how your body grinded against his cock made him let out a small moan. This was wrong, this was so wrong but you were begging him for help. “Deeper…” You simply say as you try to bite back another moan. He follows your instructions and slowly slides his fingers inside you. The warmth of your walls and feeling of your slick coating his fingers - he thought he was going to bust at any moment. “Oh fuck…fuck, hurry up! I’m so close…” You moan out loud and begin to grind your hips into his fingers. His fingers curl as he tries searching for the toy and ends up hitting that spongy spot that makes you see stars. Throwing your head back into his shoulders, you scream his name and grind against his member, bringing him to the edge of insanity. 

He stopped searching when he felt you squirt all over his fingers, and he pulled his fingers out to see that they were covered in your sheen juices. Temptation was eating away at him, he didn’t know whether to continue efforts or just make you cum again. Panting and out breath, you beg him to take it out. “Ngh…please!” Without hesitation, he gripped your hips and slid his fingers inside you. Going deeper and making your back arch, he had you at his mercy. You could hear him panting and felt his member throbbing - he was having a harder time than you were. 

Finally, he managed to pull it out and you both remained on the floor, panting and a little embarrassed. Looking up at him, you noticed how his lips parted and how enticing they were. When he looked down at you, he saw you staring at him in a daze. “(Y/N)...” He pants and you bite your lip at the sound of his voice. All other sounds in the room faded and only the pounding of your hearts could be heard. Slowly, you both closed the distance and ever so gently brushed your lips against his - this moment was intimate, tender and full of yearning. When he caved and kissed you, it was innocent - could this be his first kiss? Who knows, at this point in time nothing else mattered, he fingered a woman for the first time and perhaps he might just get laid for the first time. 

3. Who punishes you in front of everyone? Izana, Ran, South, Taiju, Hanma

“You seem to be lost in the clouds, woman.” He sneers. Panic begins to take over as you notice that he’s getting closer. If he finds out he will never let you live it down. “Nn-no, what are you t-talking about?” You stutter on your own words and avoid eye contact with him. “Is that so?” He hums and takes your hand, leading you towards a ledge where you and him can sit down.  Crap, you didn’t want to sit down or else the vibrations could be heard against the hard surface. “The meeting is over, may I be excused?” You say nervously and almost pant your words. His ears perked up at hearing you panic. “No, take a seat - I need to talk to you.” He grins and forces you to sit. 

The way you’re shifting and leaning back against the wall, he could see that whatever you had was driving mad. When he sat next to you, you scooted away a little but his immediate reaction was to pull you in close by the hip. Opps…when he did, you let out a moan and he felt the faint vibrations. “Oh? Don’t tell me…” He says and cups your chin, making you face him. Your teary eyes and pink dusted face made him bear a toothy grin. One that you wished you didn’t cause. “Wait…Please, it’s not what you think. I-I didn’t mean to come to the meeting like this.” You say and tremble under his searing gaze. Your quivering lip only further accelerated the malice growing inside him. “…did you want to get caught? Hmm?” He whispers heavily in your ear. He was sending shivers down your spine with his sardonic tone. You shake your head no and beg him to let you go home. He quickly placed you on his lap with your back against his chest. Nothing could have prepared you for the next moment.

The others were now staring and wondering what kind of trouble you got yourself into if you’re being lectured or toyed with by him. He motioned for one of his subordinates to come closer and gave him a single order. They all paused for a moment, thinking that he wasn’t serious. But the fire in his eyes made the subordinate quickly follow his instructions. With trembling hands the poor male quickly unbuttoned and unzipped your pants. In an instant you were pantless. “What are you doing?! Stop!” You yell but your mouth is quickly covered by your teammate’s/captain's hand. “You’re going to show everyone why you were having a hard time focusing on the meeting.” His voice was loud enough for all other members to hear. Your flushed face and tear stained cheeks only made him more merciless. His thick member was now throbbing against your ass. He was going to lay you bare in front of everyone.  

Having him hold your legs apart for everyone to see the shameful mess you made of yourself - it was mortifying but you couldn’t help but enjoy the excitement of being seen. All member’s eyes were on you and your slick coated cunt. “Now everyone here knows how much of a filthy little slut you are…” He coos in your ear and hooks one arm under your thigh, letting the other leg drop and he plunges two thick fingers in your core. Your lewd moan had others palming themselves, they never thought you would be this bold and have a sex toy inside you during a meeting. Of course with your luck, you got caught by one of the worst people in the gang. 

“Are you really that desperate for something between your legs that you resorted to this?” He chuckles as you try to close your legs. His strength made it almost impossible to even budge. “Enough! Please…I’m gonna-” You begin to beg but he cuts you off with a laugh and sinks his fingers in deeper. The way his fingers are thrusting inside you had you seeing the fucking aurora borealis lights. The lewd sounds of your own juices could be heard as your orgasm was forced out of you. You felt your eyes roll back into your skull when he continued his motions, he was going to make you come undone again. “W-Wait! I just came! Stop!” You cry and writhe in his lap. Your hand tried to stop him but you had little to no strength left. The tingling in your spine made your back arch and oh how he made a mess out of you. 

“If you wanted pleasure…you could have just asked, (Y/N).” He teases and nibbles on your ear. You bite back a moan but he grips your jaw and forces you into a sloppy kiss. All reasoning went out the window. Your friend, your teammate/captain crossed the line and yet you wanted him to treat you a rougher. Some members had to excuse themselves to either relieve the tension in their trousers or change their trousers, they busted when your pretty pussy squirted and clenched around nothing. 

“Fuck…fuck…I’m begging you…ngh! Take it out, I c-can’t reach it.” You whimper and bite his lip. Oh? That’s why she showed up like she did, it’s in too deep? He thinks to himself and hooks one arm under both your thighs. Lifting you he manages to release his throbbing cock and places it right at the entrance of your tight ring. The hot tip touching your back entrance made you squeak in surprise and panic. There was no way you were ready for this. For him to fuck you from behind when there is a vibrator inside your sopping cunt while everyone watches, just the thought made your core throb and clench around the toy. 

With the amount of slick dripping from you, he didn’t need much to prepare - he rubbed his tip against you to gather enough for him to slide into you. When his tipped prodded you, you thought you were going to die. It was so thick, it felt like you were going to tear. “It’s too big! Fuck fuck!” You moan and dig your nails into his thigh. His husky moan echoed in your ear and you felt him go in inch by inch. “See darlin’...you want me just as much as I do. You're taking me so well.”  He pants, lowering you into him and thrusts the last remaining inches inside you. Taking a moment to adjust to his length, he let your legs rest on his thighs - it gave you the opportunity to move at your own pace. To show you off like this, he wanted everyone to know that you now belonged to him. They will never get the chance to see you like this again. Besides, who would be able to fill you up like him? No one. 

All the other remaining men were stroking themselves over the clothes, they were enjoying the show and couldn’t help but think of how you would feel on their cocks. The combination of him filling you up, the vibrator and the lewd scene that unfolded in front of their eyes - it made your hips move. “That’s my good girl... ” He moans and places his hands on your hips, guiding you and keeping you steady. You swore you could feel him in your throat, his length had you feeling more sensations than ever before. Being dazed and spell bound by him - he knew that you'd come back more. You had, there was no way anyone else would satisfy you. 

Everything was going so fast, that by the time you realized you were bouncing on his cock - you saw that the others had their cocks in their hands. They were jacking off to seeing you get fucked and oh the audience loved every second of it. Each time his cock hit the very edge, you felt the vibratory push against your golden spot and he noticed it. You were already tightly squeezing his cock but the more you got closer to infinity, the more he thought it was going to lose it. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” You cry out and throw your head back into his shoulder as your body twitches and releases your essence. He too came undone and filled you to the brim. His thick seed dripped down and hit the ground with a loud thud. He thought you were squeezing too hard still when he realized that the vibrator was still inside you. "Almost forgot about this…" He chuckles and removes it, tossing it into the crowd of men who were trying their hardest to clean up the mess they made. 

To think that they had a filthy little minx amongst them, too bad they didn’t get to you sooner. 

END

[pandorxxx]

Sleeping beauty

Lo’ak (19) x Avatar fem reader (19)

Warnings: somnophilla, intense orgasms, cursing, p in v, choking, creampie

🔞Minors, do not interact🔞

Lo’ak crept in like a thief in the night, walking towards your lifeless avatar body. He kneeled down beside your cot, caressing your arm.

“My sweet, y/n. You’re so beautiful when you sleep.” He whispered, tracing your body up and down. He looked around, ensuring that no one was watching. He pulled the sheet back, climbing on top of you. He bent down to your neck, kissing it softly as he fondled your breasts. He slid down your stomach, leaving a trail of kisses before reaching your loincloth. He gently pulled it down, unwrapping it from around your ankles.

He sat up, admiring your half naked body. He slowly pulled your legs back to reveal your glistening cunt. He licked his lips before bending down to French kiss it, sucking on your clit. He sat up, eyeing you lustfully as he untied his loincloth. He threw it to the side before lining himself up with your entrance, sliding into you slowly. He bit his lip, trying his best to suppress his moans, but he couldn’t help it.

“Mhmm shit!” He strained, pulling your leg onto his shoulder as he thrusted into you deeply. He kissed your ankle, looking down at your, still unconscious body…and nothing. He almost forgot that you were an avatar, lifeless without your consciousness.

Back at the lab

“I’ll take you tomorrow. You’ve got to get out of this lab.” Neteyam chuckled, watching you work on your computer. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head.

“Neteyam, I’m busy. Hallelujah mountains next week, I promise.” You spoke soullessly, razor focused on your computer. All of the sudden, your computer was slammed shut, and you were whipped around to face him.

“I said tomorrow.” Neteyam spoke, eyeing you up and down before meeting your eyes again. Now, all you could focus on was him. You traced his entire body before looking back into his eyes. You nodded wildly, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Smart choice.” He smiled, kissing your lips before standing up straight. You blushed, turning your seat back around to your desk.

“Now if you would excuse me, I have to go sleep next to my lifeless girlfriends body tonight.” He smiled sarcastically, walking towards the door.

“I’ll be up when you get there, neteyam.” You chuckled, fanning him away as you leaned back in your chair.

“Ah Yes! that is what you always say. Then I find you sleep at your desk the next morning.” He replied, walking out of the door.

“ILL BE THERE! I PROMISE!” You shouted, watching him close the door behind him. You fell into deep thought for a moment:

Was I really neglecting Neteyam? That’s definitely not my intention. I’m just busy, he understands that right?

You sighed, rubbing your hands through your hair before standing. You walked over to the linking station, queuing up the transformation.

You opened the top, laying down before shutting it. You took a deep breath before closing your eyes, as you felt your mind travel to your avatar.

As your mind shifted to your avatar, you could feel your surroundings changing; the smells, the textures, the air. Your ears twitched when you heard faint moans, and grunts. You could feel a familiar sensation in your lower abdomen. Your eyes finally shot opened to an unbelievable scene.

“Hey, baby. You’re finally up!” Lo’ak muttered breathlessly as he rolled his hips into yours slowly, watching your consciousness pour into your body. You shot up, trying to push him off of you, but he pinned you back down by your neck.

“w-what the fuck are y-ughhh you doing?” You whined, unfortunately feeling your orgasm slowly approaching. He speed up the pace, hitting your sweetspot with each stroke.

“I’m fucking you, duh?!” He smiled sarcastically, licking his lips before kissing your leg again, maintaining eye contact. You threw your head back, involuntarily submitting to his touch. You tried to push him back with the little energy you had, but he was fucking you too good.

“Lo’ak! neteyam will be back any second.” You moaned, turning away from his gaze. He grabbed your neck tighter, turning you towards him.

“You don’t wanna look me in the eyes? Huh? Afraid you might fall in love?” He asked, tilting his head at you before reaching down to plant wet kisses on your neck.

“Fuck, lo’ak! Im serious! He’s on the way.” You whined, nudging his head to get him to sit up. He hissed loudly, sitting up to meet your nervous gaze.

“I’ll be quick, y/n! So you can go back to your perfect little boyfriend like you’re not seconds away from squirting off the strength of ME.” He growled, rolling his eyes as he rolled his hips into yours once more, making your legs twitch.

“yeah yeah, whatever! Just don’t stop!” You moaned, grabbing his broad arm. You bit your lip, swirling your hips into his, feeling your orgasm coming.

“Lo’ak, I-I’m almost there!” You shouted shamelessly, earning a shocked look from lo’ak. His eyes widened, covering your mouth quickly.

“Woah woahhh, what the fuck? Shut up! Are you stupid?” He joked, keeping his hand over your mouth to muffle your screams. He watched your eyes roll back as you started to spazz in his grasp. You whimpered in his hand, cumming all over his cock.

“Ahhh fuck, you keep clenching around me like that and I’m gonna fill you up.” He groaned, rutting into you as he chased his orgasm. You nodded frantically wrapping your tail around his thigh. He looked up at you through his eyebrows.

“Y/n, no! Are you fucking crazy?” He yelled quietly, throwing his head back as he felt his peek nearing. You yanked your leg off of his shoulder, wrapping both of your legs around his torso, pulling him closer to you. His eyes widened at the realization that he was stuck.

“Y/n, stop fucking around. I-I’m almost there, shitttt!” He laid his head on your chest as you wrapped your arms around him, scratching his back up as you chased your second orgasm.

“Lo’akkkk!” You whined loudly, eyes rolling back as your legs started shaking. He rolled his eyes, placing his hand on your mouth again.

“Bro, hush! I know it’s good and all, but-” He chuckled, but was quickly cut off by you spazzing harder than last time. He watched your spit slip through the cracks of his fingers as it dripped down your chin. You were going cross eyed as your whole body shook uncontrollably.

“Goddamn…” Lo’ak muttered, watching you seize under him. He was shocked that he had you feeling this way. He thrusted into you slowly, letting you ride out your high. You finally came to, eyes wide as you tried desperately to catch your breath.

“Was that your first time cumming like that? Neteyam could never make you feel this good.” Lo’ak grunted, thrusting into you relentlessly as he felt his orgasm approaching again.

“Shit, w-where do you want it?” He asked, contorting his face in pleasure. He looked into your desperate eyes, shaking his head all knowingly.

“Y/n…come on! Don’t make this hard for me.” He pouted jokingly, pushing your damp hair out of your face. You gripped his arm tightly, rolling your hips into his again.

“Shittt, stop that!” He strained, smacking your hand away. You clenched around him repeatedly, smiling into his hand.

“Y/N!” was all he could say before painting your walls with his seed. He convulsed, falling into your arms as you both tried catching your breath.

“And I thought I was crazy…” lo’ak panted, pulling out of you slowly, taking his hand from across your mouth. You gasped loudly, licking the spit from around your lips. He watched you in awe, slapping his tip on your sticky cunt.

“We gotta do this more often. How do you feel about that, mama?” He glared at you, rubbing his cock in between your sensitive folds. You sat up on your elbows, solely focusing on his cock.

“Mhmm!” you bit your lip, nodding your head frantically. He shot you a sadistic grin, getting off the cot to put his loincloth back on. You quickly found your loincloth, tying it around your hips as well. He looked back to see you wrapping yourself in the sheet, watching his every move. He bit his lip, winking at you before walking towards the door.

He stopped in his tracks, seeing Neteyam sprint around the corner. Neteyam stopped, shooting lo’ak a confused look. You shut your eyes instantly, pretending to be sound asleep.

“h-hey lo’ak. Is something wrong?” He asked confused, looking at him and then back at your sleeping body under the sheets. Lo’ak looked back at you, almost bursting out in laughter as he watched you fake sleep to save your own ass.

“Uhh no, I was just looking for my dagger. Mom said that it might be in here, but I’m not seeing it. I was sure to be quiet, so I wouldn’t wake her.” Lo’ak explained, gesturing softly. Neteyam shook his head, smiling at his younger brother.

“Baby bro, you have GOT to stop losing your weapons!” Neteyam chuckled, slapping his hand on lo’aks shoulder. Lo’ak sighed in relief, laughing along with his brother. Neteyam shot his head back at you, watching you sleep soundly.

“Did she move at all?” Neteyam asked, walking over to you. Lo’ak thought back to about 5 minutes ago; how he gave you 2 body shaking orgasms. He smiled to himself before speaking.

“Not an inch, bro.”

Last story of the week, and this might be my favorite one. Had to make it funny😂. As always, I love y’all to death, and I’ll see y’all soon!!❤️🫶🏽🫶🏽

Outtie❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

[wutheringcaterpillar]

Would you please do a stepbro! Tommy smut with a piss kink? Maybe he makes reader hold it?

Summary: Your step brother finds you out stumbling drunk, there’s only one thing that must be done for you to learn.

warnings: watersports, piss kink, dom/sub dynamics, p in v, mentions of intoxication, humiliation, degradation, stepcest

Everyone knew Tommy was close with you, always around one another, joking around, sometimes playing games that step siblings shouldn’t be playing. 

You hadn’t been home since breakfast and though you were well old enough not to have a curfew, Tommy still demanded to know where you were, who you were with and that you’d be home before dark.

Yet here he was driving down the street in the piss pouring rain looking for his step sister whom he may or may not have a sick, twisted, far too loving relationship with.

Stumbling off through the dark alley giggling with your friends, a car pulled up by the sidewalk that you knew all too well to be your step brother Tommy.

Bidding you goodbye, your friends scattered off, frightened of him, while the brick wall you were now leaning against was the only thing keeping you up on your feet.

Tommy stepped out of the car the rain pouring down onto his head as he slammed the door shut in anger, walking toward you with vigours, thunderous steps.

“I’ve been looking for you all night, and you’ve been out getting drunk at me fooking pub?” Making a sly goofy smile, Tommy rolled his eyes shoving you in the car before driving off back to the house.

The liqour was creating a sense of sexual urgency, and need to be fucked. Yet unlike all other days Tommy disregarded your longing stares and seductive touches, instead leading you into his office, forcing you down on a chair demanding you not move.

“Since you love drinking so much, why don’t we see just how much you can withstand.” Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, Tommy returned, his heated gaze never swaying from your hazy eyes.

“Drink up, love.” He eyed you from the opposite side of his desk, pushing the tremendously full glass of water toward you.

Eyeing him nervously, you did as he said, allowing the cool liquid to drench your dry throat, relinquishing the headache almost immediately.

His ocean eyes impended directly on you, focusing on the discomfort you attempted to hide.

“You will hold it until I say so.” Whimpering, he stood from his chair, massaging your shoulders, his plush lips dusting against your ear.

“Maybe you’ll learn your lesson next time, eh love?”

You just hadn’t realized how far Tommy would go for a punishment.

Throughout the day he consistently ignored your begging to use the restroom. Instead refilling the glass with each complaint you gave him.

It wasn’t until five glasses in that you realized he wasn’t just messing around, he wanted to see you suffer immensely.

When Ada arrived home, she has voiced concern that you might be ill. Playing it off, you mentioned that your sleep cycle had been inconsistent, relying on the blatant lie of being drowsy and irritable while Tommy simply smirked in the corner, attempting not to laugh as he sipped his tea.

“Well, perhaps a movie will help you sleep.” Nodding, Ada removed her coat, recalling that history movies were a dull interest to you, and ran outside to get the post to see what would be playing on the television tonight.

Once she was out of sight, Tommy abruptly appeared behind your back, purposefully pulling you back against him, arms squeezing tightly around your lower abdomen.

Whining, your head fell back against his chest as his hand glided beneath your skirt, rubbing your aching heat.

This wasn’t fair, he didn’t hold Ada to these standards even though she was older. She’s never had a “curfew”, why should you be any different?

“How’s my little lamb holding in there? Gonna piss yourself right here in the kitchen?” The water slowly dripping from the sink faucet has your eyes drawn in as Tommy continued to massage your mound, the rain pattering against the window outside.

The dripping sounds and the stimulation, causing your mind to spin in a million different directions.

“Such a sensitive little thing aren’t you? Just imagining the moment of releasing the flood gates, draining yourself, completely?” Tugging away from him once the door opened, Ada motioned that your brothers and Aunt Pol wouldn’t be back until tomorrow, but the good news was she had found a movie, only it was three hours.

After eating dinner, the living area was set up with blankets and pillows along with simple snacks.

You were currently seated in the middle of the sofa, Tommy beside you of course while Ada was in the recliner to the side.

As a obnoxiously loud scene came on, you took the time to address your brother.

“Tommy, please! I’m going to burst at the seams!” You pleaded, and begged to him, wishing to just dispel the extreme un comfort of your bladder holding the max capacity of piss. 

He simply chuckled, shaking his head in disapproval, enjoying how desperate you sounded.

Your eyebrows creased together when his hand guided toward your lower abdomen underneath the blanket, pressing firmly onto the bloated, hardened skin, causing you to squeam in slight pain and discomfort of his actions.

Glancing around the room, Ada was still awake fully indulged in the movie.

Shit, you were going to have to play normal for longer than you already have.

Shivering Ada stood up from her seat, complaining of how cold it was in the house even with the fire lit.

When she mentioned hot chocolate, Tommy’s eyes lit up with mischief and pure diabolical intentions.

“Y’know Y/N was just complaining of the same thing, do you mind making us one too?” 

Oh how you wanted to smack him in the back of his demented head, and rush to the toilet.

Every other minute Tommy was shifting, in his seat. How long was this movie? You wouldn’t be surprised had he picked on nearly three hours. But you could play this game better.

As the film continued on about an hour later Tommy’s eyes were becoming heavy, his slight minuscule snores just barely audible.

Taking the opportunity at large, you were careful standing up from the sofa, hesitant not to wake him before walking off toward the upstairs bathroom. Only thing was this was an old house with creaking floors. The night time shade made it hard to see where you were stepping, and then it happened.

The first creak and Tommy was awakened, turning his head to catch you red handed.

Glancing over, Ada was asleep and luckly for him she was a heavy sleeper.

Terror seeped over your eyes as Tommy stood from the catch, walking over and grabbing your arm, forcing you to his room.

“Did you think I wouldn’t hear?” Barging through the door, you shed one another of your clothes, eventually, falling down onto the mattress. Tommy towered over your aching body, noticing how bloaded your bladder appeared, and how hard your nipples were even in the warm air.

You couldn’t help but blush in embarrassment from the fact that being degraded and controlled in such a way turned you on.

Pressing firmly down onto your skin, he smirked watching you squeal and squirm beneath him in desperation, while his hardened cock slid in an up and down motion between your moist folds.

“Tommy I- I can’t. Please let me go first!” He shook his head, plunging his length in your heated flower. The over filling sensation, causing extreme discomfort with a hint of pleasure.

“Maybe you should learn to listen to your big brother every now and then eh?” Your lips parted agape when he began to drill into your body, the head of his cock feeling like it was hitting your bladder with each thrust.

Surely he didn’t expect you to hold your piss through this.

“I-I’m sorry, I promise I’ll be home on time from now on.” His hands grasped at your boobs, feeling them bounce with each rhythmic thrust.

It was almost pathetic how soaked you were, how your pussy clung to his long length in desperation.

When he flipped you over onto your stomach, that was when the inevitable was about to happen.

“Tommy-Tommy I’m gonna- I can’t-“

“You can release now love.” As soon as he gave you permission, all of the piss inside your aching bladder pooled out onto the sheets around his cock. The relieving sensation was almost too satisfying to recognize the humiliating situation that didn’t seem to phase Tommy at all as he continued to fuck you relentlessly. The piss warming his cock like a popsicle melting from the hot sun on a warm summer day.

The white sheets now stained yellow beneath your sex, your cheeks burning red in embarrassment.

It wasn’t long until Tommy released his seed inside of your dripping hole, the overwhelming heat of your pussy and piss sending a tidal wave of pleasure through his veins as his toes curled with one last strong, powerful thrust as he rode out his orgasm.

“So tell me? Did you learn something useful today?”

[bellarkeselection]

Cross My Heart Promise

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Request from Wattpad Treassuredavis33 reader has cancer and is in the hospital while Cole is her boyfriend she tells him to promise her something on her almost deathbed.

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The Walter family had been forced to remain in the living room by Cole’s request when I collapsed on our date out tonight. I tried to lie and say it was nothing but now there was no way of keeping it a secret. He would know sooner rather than later I suppose now. Laying in the hospital bed I had an iv in my left arm. My hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail done by my boyfriend. “Y/n, I finally got the doctors to let me see you. What’s wrong?”

Cole came into the room dragging a chair right up to my bedside where I could see true concern in his green eyes. “Cole, I’m fine. I just…how much did the doctors tell you?”

“Nothing. They said that they will only talk with your parents or relatives. So what exactly is going on?” He asked me running his fingers through his hair.

Laying my head further back against the pillow I sighed tiredly. For our date we went riding out on horses like we did on our first date. He was riding in front of me while I felt myself getting dizzy and I fell off my horse. “I should have told you before now. I just didn’t know how you would react or if I could handle telling you what is going on because it scares me really bad…” I felt tears falling down my face getting emotional over this.

Unfortunately at the age that I am the doctor found out that the cancer that my mother had was passed down to me. My hair had started thinning meaning that it would start falling out soon. “Hey, hey, don’t cry on me. Just tell me what’s going on and I can try to fix it.” He reached forward, wiping away tears that had fallen.

“You can’t fix what is going to happen, Cole. So I decided that we should just end things now before we get too involved with each other.” I admit avoiding his gaze.

He shook his head confused. “Why would we end things? I know I’m not good at the whole boyfriend thing but I don’t want to break up with you.”

“Cole, we really can’t afford to be together anymore. I’m not good for you -“ He cut me off climbing up to sit on the edge of the bed and holding my face in his hands so I’d look him in the eye.

“That’s ridiculous Y/n. If anything I am not good for you. I normally do hookups and commit with girls. Until I met you…I want a real relationship with you.”

Blinking through my eyes I sniffed. “You’d want to be with someone who has cancer?”

“That’s what you weren’t wanting to tell me. Why did you think you couldn’t tell me about something? That’s a big deal to have cancer.” Cole declared in a baffled tone,

Shaking my head I felt more tears coming down. “Be for real, Cole. You don’t want to date someone who has cancer. You’re the popular guy at school and could have anyone else. I understand that so I’m ending this so you don’t have to deal with all the stress later down the road.”

“What makes you think that I’d want to break up with you over that? I don’t care about my reputation. It's ridiculous to me that people don’t consider I might be more than the guy who sleeps around.” He rests his forehead against mine. “I’d want to be with you no matter what Y/n L/n.”

Placing my head against his chest he wrapped his arms around my waist. We let silence fill the hospital room. He had his whole family in the room and they had all been concerned since I had a relationship with each of them. Cole kissed my forehead hearing me sniffing through some more tears.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I was just afraid you’d walk away from me.” I mumbled into his brown jacket clutching my fingers on his forearms.

Cole slightly pulled away from me and I saw some tears coming down his face too. “I’d never leave you because of your illness. I freaking have feelings for you so bad that I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. I want to make you happy and everything else. So you’d never be just a hook up to me.”

“I can’t believe you’re sticking around for me, Cole. I….I want a real relationship with you too.” I wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug and he hugged me back blinking away more tears.

A few minutes later he felt me draw away from him where he tilted his head downward to my gaze. “What’s wrong, Y/n?”

“Now that we talked about my situation there’s something I want to ask of you.” I trailed off and he nodded letting me keep talking. “I need you to promise me something important. I need you to promise me that you’ll be nice to Jackie if things get worse for me.”

Cole shakes his head not wanting to think about the worst happening. “Things aren’t going to get bad for us. Not while we are together.”

“I know you don’t want to talk about that. I don’t either but it is possible. So promise me, promise me that you will be nicer to her. She doesn’t deserve someone being mean to her after the trauma she has to deal with….so as your girlfriend I’m asking that you promise me this.” Squeezing his shoulder blades in my nails he didn’t waste a second in kissing me slowly.

I leaned into the kiss lightly smiling and he broke it whispering under his breath. “We’re gonna get through this, Y/n. But I do promise to be better around her for you.”

“Thank you, Cole. I appreciate it…” I smiled feeling him climb in on the other side of the bed once I scooted over. Cole wrapped his arms around me and I cling onto his embrace before we just let silence fill the room. Not wanting to talk about the struggles of me having cancer just yet. So we remained just holding onto one another for comfort.

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“would you be willing to give him a sibling?”

yoongi nearly chokes on his own saliva

he wipes his mouth with the used napkin before looking back at you. “what?”

you lean back in your chair and throw your leg over the other, crossing your arms over your chest

“i’m asking if you’d be willing t–”

“i heard you.”

you tilt your head to the side, watching as he continues to stare at you

trying to make sure whether you’re joking or not

“let me get this straight right now,” he says as he leans forwards. “are you actually asking me to knock you up?”

well… if he says it like that you might forget abt the baby and just want him up in ur guts

WHAT ARE U SAYING?

be serious.

“well, you said whatever jun wants, jun gets.” you glance at jun. “and he wants someone that he can play with that’ll love him unconditionally and that he can love unconditionally.”

yoongi’s brows knit together, eyes studying you closely whilst you stare at jun. you continue, “he tries his best to fit in so he’s really attached to his friends at daycare. you know what happened during his birth.”

at this, yoongi winces. he remembers the complications of your pregnancy with jun very clearly.

“and you know it was originally our plan to have two kids. we were always of the opinion that we wanted 2 kids that could have each other and be there for each other.” you let out a breath cause it just seemed like you were holding it the entire time (you were). “and it’d just be easier to have kids by the same man, married or not.”

you finally make eye contact with him

and he’s still staring

straight at you

like you’re crazy.

“you realize what you’re asking of me, right?”

you roll your eyes. “obviously i know what i’m asking. you can be as involved as you want, i’m doing this for jun.”

“don’t say it like that,” he snaps. “saying you’re doing this for jun as if i wouldn’t run around the perimeter of the earth until the skin on my feet fell off for him.”

you squint your eyes at him and just as you’re about to respond, he continues;

“and i can’t just be super involved with jun and not with the new baby. that’s fucked up,” he says as he shakes his head

he’s right, you suppose

he’s very right

“let me–” he sighs as he rubs his face. “let me just think about it.”

you nod your head slowly. “of course,” you say. “just let me know beforehand. if you agree, great. if not, i can ask someone else.” you rise to your feet and start gathering the dirty dishes

“what?” he asks, a twitch in his brows

you glance up at him as you stand up. “what?”

he frowns. “who are you going to ask?”

you shrug your shoulders. “jimin or seokjin or something.” you start heading into the kitchen. “or maybe find someone on reddit or whatever.”

both jimin and seokjin are your college friends, mutual friends of you and yoongi

he quickly gets up and follows you, taking the dirty plates out of your hands. “you’re not going to ask them.” he puts the plates in the sinks and turns to you. “they wouldn’t do that, they’re not… father material.”

ugh. look at him trying to find a reason to voice why he doesn’t think you asking your friends is a good idea without just being honest about why he wouldn’t like it

you tilt your head to the side. “why not? i’ve asked them before in a hypothetical sense and they weren’t opposed to it.”

at this, his frown deepens

he closes the distance between you two almost instantly. he says, “i’ll do it, there’s no need to ask anyone else.”

ugh

you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes

what the hell is his deal?

right girl… pretend like you’re not enjoying this

you shake your head and cross your arms over your chest. “i don’t need you to do it just to spite me, yoongi. fucking grow up,” you mumble as you turn to walk back to the table

but he stops you in your tracks by grabbing you by the bicep

“it’s not to spite you, it’s for jun and the new baby. you’re right, we agreed on 2 kids and it’s best for them to share both parents. i’ll do it.” he lets go of your bicep after he’s seemingly convinced you to stay where you are

ohhh

now he wants to come around

you idly blink at him for a few moments. “i want you to do it because you want to do it, not because–”

“i want to.” he takes a slep closer, now menacingly looming over you. “i want to do whatever it takes.”

when you think he’s convincing enough, he adds, “you want me to put a baby in you? i’ll put a fucking baby in you.”

oh

right. 😂😂😂

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 okay….

your throat is tightening and your chest stutters with the way your heart feels like it’ll jump out of your body.

he’s staring down at you with such venom in his eyes that it almost stings you

“i’ll give you a whole goddamn soccer team if you need me to.” his eyes continue to stare you down. “if that’s what i need to do to make jun happy, i’ll do it.”

you blink at him, his warm breath fanning over your face. “okay,” you try to say confidently but it comes out a whisper

“how are we gonna go about it?” he quietly asks as he takes a small step back to end the proximity between you two

UGHHHH

here comes the part that you dread the most

you blink at him and your cheeks heat up. “i don’t expect you to go jack off in some random clinic, yoongi. just… in the traditional way.”

“that’s not what i meant,” he mumbles as he crosses his arms over his chest, ears a soft shade of red. “i meant when. where?”

“here. i’m ovulating this weekend.”

he coughs at the new information. damn. he’s supposed to fuck you this weekend already?

he starts nodding his head. “what about jun?”

“i’ll drop him off at my mom’s.”

he stares at you for a moment longer. “you’ve planned this out.”

“clearly.” you brush past him and gather more of the dirty dishes

he silently watches you, clearly still thinking about the crazy thing he just agreed to

you abruptly turn to him. “and listen here,” you say as you walk up to him, closing the distance and pressing an accusatory finger into his chest until he winces

“no foreplay. no kissing. no sweet talking. no aftercare.”

this might hurt him more than the finger pressing into him

because yoongi loves all of those things

yoongi loves foreplay. loves kissing. loves praising. loves to take care after

he frowns at you for a few moments. “no foreplay? how do you expect to ha–”

“i’ll make sure to be prepared by the time you arrive. don’t you worry about that.” you turn on your heels and gather the remaining dirty plates and utensils before putting them in the sink and drowning them in water

he quietly sighs. “so, that’s it? i come by every few weeks to fuck you and we don’t even communicate?”

ohhhh

NOW he wants to care about that?

you bitterly laugh. “oh, you mean like our shitty marriage the last 6 months leading up to our divorce?”

you can tell he didn’t like that by the way his nostrils flare and a muscle in his jaw tenses

this one stings

his face turns into a scowl. “don’t put everything on me. that’s not fair.”

you shrug your shoulders. “just tellin’ it how it is.” you brush past him to head into the living room, seeing jun still playing with his new toy

yoongi follows you out, shoving his hands in his pockets. “you know you’re being unfair. it’s why you’re walking away from me.”

“honestly, yoongi,” you say as you turn to him. “kiss my ass.”

you then turn to pick jun up off the floor. “you need to go to sleep, baby, it’s getting late.”

you hold jun in your arms and surprisingly he’s not protesting

he holds out his grabby hands at his father and yoongi takes him right away

he says bye to him, cuddling and poking jun until he’s shaking from laughter

you take him back and head into jun’s room, changing his clothes and tucking him into bed

you kiss his small forehead and turn the lights off, leaving his nightlamp on before heading into your own room

you strip, reaching for the bathrobe

“is that why you wore my favorite dress?”

you squeal at the sudden voice coming from the entrance of your room as you turn around, hugging the bathrobe to hide your exposed body

your eyes meet yoongi’s, who is leaning against the doorframe with his hands buried in his pockets

“what the fuck are you doing here? i thought you’d already left,” you mumble as you quickly scramble to put the bathrobe on and tie the rope around your waist

“relax. nothing i haven’t seen before.” he starts walking further into your room, closing the distance between you two

and each step he takes makes your heart beat of your damn chest

get your shit together !!!

“i don’t care! you can’t just–”

“and why not?” he finally stops walking when he’s right in front of you, half an arms length away from you. “you’re asking me to fuck you but i can’t see you in your underwear? how backwards is that?”

you angrily frown up at him. “i didn’t consent to you seeing me like this, at this moment.”

he blinks a few times and then tilts his head to the side. “you’re right. sorry. won’t happen again.” he looks around the room before back to you. “all i wanted to do was ask when you expect me to come.”

huh?

what is he even

???

your brow pinch together in confusion and the back of your neck heats up. “uhh…” you blink a few times, wondering if you heard him correctly. “when you’re inside of me..?”

girl..

he idly blinks at you with a soft frown on his brows. his eyes pingpong between yours from left to right, dropping to your lips for a moment before back into your eyes.

his tongue darts out to wet his lips before he speaks again and says, “i was talking about when you expect me to arrive… this weekend. what day. what time.”

oh

OH

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 right!

dumb bitch😭

“oh,” you mumble, heat rising to your cheeks and ears, a slight twitch in your lips. “uh, saturday… saturday at 8pm is fine.”

his tongue peeks out and swipes along his lips again as he stares you down before nodding. “okay. i’ll see you then.”

“yeah,” you reply, voice higher pitched than usual

heart beating a thousand miles a minute

“see you, y/n.” the way your name rolls off his tongue so deliciously whilst he’s still in your proximity, feline eyes staring you down, it all sets your entire body on fire

he looks at you for a moment longer before turning around and heading down the corridor before you hear him shove his feet into his shoes and leave your apartment

ahhhh

your heart won’t stop beating out of your chest

your palms are sweaty

your entire body is on fire

fuck

is this really a good idea?

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[athenaistired]

YOU GOT ME ABSOLUTELY HOOKED ON YOUR CHEATFIC WITH DILUC!

I need more of it :00

Will you be making a part two??

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂❞

— 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐭.𝟐 //

plot: ᴅᴏɴɴᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪʟᴜᴄ ꜱᴛᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴅʀᴏᴏᴍ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ʟᴏɴɢ. ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴘʟᴀɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʀɪᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴇᴛʜᴏᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ꜱᴏ.

art credit & word count: 4614

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴘᴏɪꜱᴏɴɪɴɢ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅɪᴠᴏʀᴄᴇ

— 𝑴𝒀 𝑳𝑼𝑺𝑻𝑭𝑼𝑳 𝑯𝑼𝑺𝑩𝑨𝑵𝑫 !2!

“Y/N, we need to talk.” Diluc’s voice was stern. You hated that tone. That man dared to step back into your home, claim what’s right and what’s wrong, and now he thinks of assuming you’d reason with his fantasies. You waited for this sweet revenge for years. He deserved every bit of it. You were patient and cautious. Most importantly, fueled with malice.

“It’s Master Y/N to you starting from today, Diluc.” You couldn’t hold back a smirk from spreading across your face. The offended expression was just beyond amusing.

“Are you having fun humiliating me in any way you can? Did you think that stunt you pulled during breakfast was appropriate?” His voice sounded like it was about to crack from the pent-up pressure. You fake coughed into your fist and forced on a perfect smile.

“Oh? We are talking of what’s appropriate and what isn’t, Master Ragnvindr?” Diluc’s eye twitched, and he seemed to be ready to fight over this until twilight, but you had no time nor desire to spare, “Alright then, pyro-boy,” You walked up to a mirror in the hallway before the exit to fix your hair, “You see.. I’ve got errands to run, my dearest. I’ve got no time for useless chit-chat.”

And before anything else could be exchanged, you were already by the door running out of the mansion. Diluc could only burn stares into your back with a tightened fist.

-

“Master Y/N..”

Marie had no clue how to approach you with the information that she had found out. You’ve sent out so many search parties, volunteers, guards, knights, and even commissioners that have almost drained your wallet to the last coin of mora. You were about to go endlessly broke. Each day you’ve begged people to lend you a loan, however, no one could as they didn’t trust that you’d return it. Even so, none of that mattered when the love of your life was missing.

You had to find Diluc.

You knew he was not in the right mindset ever since his father had passed away. The redhead began to completely ignore you, wouldn’t speak a word in your direction, and locked himself away in one of the guest bedrooms. You gave him time. You tried staying positive, be patient, talk from the other side. You left food trays by his door, and you slid letters under the creak, in hopes that one day you’ll get at least something back.

But then, Diluc had vanished into the night.

And you fell apart.

“What is it, Marie?! Did you find him?” The desperation in your voice was painful. You have been so worried, that you’ve become ill. Your stomach was twisting in knots, your throat was sore, and you could never catch longer than an hour of sleep. Everyone watched you crumble down, but none of them could do anything.

There was no cure for a broken heart.

“No, Master Ragnvindr. But we do know where he left.”

“Then why are we still talking?! We must chase after him—!”

“He’s left to Snezhnaya. Rumors say that Master Diluc has no intentions of coming back. He had left, to take lives and execute revenge. It is impossible to go that far in Teyvat. People will die in search of him.”

Something cracked inside you. All you could do was sit back down on your chair, hunch over your back, and put both of your hands against the sides of your head. You just wanted to disappear. You couldn’t recall the last time you were this alone.

An agonic moan (or was it a painful cry?) had ripped itself from between your sealed lips. You were sobbing from inner pain; your chest felt torn apart. You’ve been humiliated, abandoned, and tossed aside like nothing. Did all those memories and promises never matter to Diluc? Was this marriage really just a contract to him enforced by his father? You were convinced that at least the two of you were friends. Turns out, it was all nothing in the end.

If he ever comes back — he will regret it.

-

The sunlight shined brighter through the colorful windows of your office. You had quite a lot of paperwork to do. Usually, you would do it at home, but with the “guests” around to make your life miserable, you preferred the office for today. You thought of getting them a separate house, or an apartment for yourself in the center of Mondstat. Maybe even moving all the way back to your motherland — Fontaine. You could finalize the divorce and rob Diluc of his last Mora, but you also were not quite satisfied. He had to feel more pain, more misery, more agony — like you did.

You wanted to ruin his life.

Not his status, health, or wealth.

Life.

You wanted to toy with his feelings, make him question his very own reasons and intentions, strip him of any power and confidence, and most importantly — break his heart into pieces, so that he’ll never recover. Same way you never could.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a gentle knock and a distant voice behind the main door. One of the guards walked in and bowed, and after your nod, he straightened up his back and proceeded to report the situation.

“The Honorary Knight and Master Jean request an audience, Master Y/N.” You blinked at the pleasant surprise. You haven’t seen Lumine for months now, and you weren’t expecting for her to come back this soon into town.

“Oh? Do let them in, of course.” The guard bowed once more before opening the front door fully to let the guests in, “My, am I dreaming, or are the two of my favorite people are in the same room as me?” You stood up with a happy smile and quickly gave the two women gentle hugs. Lumine blushed, Paimon puffed at not being mentioned, and Jean knowingly smiled, “What brings you two here?”

Lumine walked up closer to you with her sword atop her palms; there was a crack in the middle. It wasn’t broken fully yet, but with a single elemental blow, it would shatter.

“I see..” You mumbled, and picked up the sword from her, “What kind of monster have you fought to have broken blade made by my blacksmiths?” You jokingly asked.

“The Raiden Shogun..” Paimon mumbled, and your eyes widened.

“Huh—?” Before you could ask further, Lumine quietly cursed at Paimon, and then looked back at you.

“It is a very long story, but no, relations between me and Inazuma’s government are okay now.” The blonde girl reassured you as she waved her hands in defense.

“It better be, as I do not condone criminals, Honorary Knight.” Although you were being sarcastic, your tone still made the Traveler tense up, “Nevertheless, I shall have this fixed up within a week. I’ll make some changes with a few clients’ deadlines to have this as a special priority.”

“You’re the best, Master Y/N.” Jean sincerely smiled; you could see the gratitude swimming in her eyes, “I was so scared that you wouldn’t be here..”

“My dear husband came back home, so I will probably start showing up here on a daily basis from now on.” You said before you could think through your words. Well, not like this was a secret to many. After all, Donna had spoken so much about her successful affair with a married man that the news spread faster than the winds of Mondstat.

“Master Y/N has a husband?!” Paimon’s jaw almost touched the floor from shock, “No. Way?!”

“Sadly, that I do.” You groaned; already feeling a migraine building up.

“Master Y/N is married to Master Diluc.” Jean decided to speak in your stead, but you weren’t sure if the information was for the better or the worse.

“Diluc has a spouse?! But I thought that he was with Donna..” Paimon’s last sentence made everyone go quiet. Lumine lightly slapped her flying companion on the back of her head for messing up, meanwhile, the Acting Grand Master sensed that this was their queue to leave.

“A-anyway.. Thank you, Master Y/N. We will be seeing you later.” Jean forced on a smile, and soon they were all out the door.

You couldn’t help but replay the words over and over in your head. Without realizing it, you felt something warm and wet streaming down your palm. Looking down you discovered that you dug your fingernails so deep in your flesh that they broke the skin and made you bleed. You couldn’t even feel it. Almost as if you were somewhere else entirely.

-

“This is really bad! We should tell Master Y/N that Master Diluc is cheating!” Was the first thing Paimon said once Lumine and Jean were outside of the building. Both blondes had conflicted expressions on their faces, “How could he even do such a thing? Master Y/N is so nice and talented.. Ah.. This is wrong, so wrong..”

“Ahem.” Jean cleared her throat, “I guess it is only fair for me to tell the two of you a story about Master Diluc and Master Y/N.”

“There’s more to this?” Lumine raised her brows in curiosity.

“Yes.” The woman sighed, “The two of them had known each other since childhood, and got engaged at the ages of 16 for political and financial reasons. I do assume that they had young love in the beginning, but it quickly fell apart after Master Diluc’s father had passed away..” Lumine and Paimon exchanged a look of surprise.

“W-what happened?” The floating companion questioned further.

“Not many know this, but Master Y/N fell ill from a broken heart. They’ve searched and searched for Diluc in no vain.” Jean couldn’t hold back the frown that was forming. She remember those days like they were yesterday. Back then everything was different. Master Y/N had compassion, love, and care. Their heart had passion and kindness to give, but those dark times have stolen purity and light away from Y/N's mind — never giving it back.

Sometimes, Jean would see small glimpses of Master Y/N from the past, but they were barely there. Only an echo of the past. Nothing more, nothing less.

“They got better eventually, right..?” Lumine asked, and Jean nodded.

“Yes, as you can see. One day, Master Y/N left on a trip. All that I know is that at first, they visited a good doctor in Sumeru. That man aided them in quick recovery. After that, they went off to Fontaine in search of the best lawyers in case Diluc does come back. The rest is only known to Master Y/N, but even what I said just now is merely my personal speculation. I wouldn’t be surprised if they have been plotting a divorce for all these years in case their love had truly withered away.”

“And after all of that, Master Diluc came back and decided to cheat?!” Paimon could barely contain her anger at this point, as she waved her arms around and kicked her feet, “No, you know what?! Screw him! I’ll come up with an ugly nickname for him.. How about.. Hm.. Maybe.. No, that won’t do..” Jean and Lumine both sighed and left the floating fairy to her thoughts.

“Well.. I am not sure what Master Diluc is thinking.. But he is also not being his usual self.” Jean admitted with a sorrowful look in her eyes, “They both changed a lot, so.. I wouldn’t exactly jump to conclusions. Perhaps.. There is no black and white, but plainly grey.” Lumine raised a brow at the knight, but having caught a whiff of the feeling that she had said too much, the taller woman straightened her back and quickly looked away, “Well then, I must go.” She glanced up at the sky in surprise, “We’ve chatted all the way ‘till afternoon.”

“That we did..” Lumine whispered back in thought.

-

It was deep in the night when you finally decided to come back. As much as you would rather to avoid the two idiots resting under your roof, you didn’t want it to seem like you were running away. You had to come out as the winner in this situation no matter what, and you wouldn’t let some cheating bastard control where you rest, eat, and work.

“Master Y/N, welcome back.” Sometimes you wondered whether Marie ever slept. The woman waited for you by the doorstep; helping you take off your long beige coat.

“Thank you, Marie. I will not be having dinner tonight, but a snack would be appreciated.” You smiled at her, but her serious look never swayed.

“What would you like?” She asked, and a moment later you noticed a figure standing by the stairs waiting for you to finish your conversation. Suddenly, you were in a terrible mood all over again.

“A slice of shortbread with some tea, please.” You didn’t let your tone change even in the slightest.

“I will proceed immediately, Master Y/N.” Marie nodded and headed out to the kitchen area.

You decided to ignore the obvious presence for as long as possible. You took your time taking off your shoes, polishing them, and leaving a neutral essence inside so they stay fresh for the next morning. Then, you took out a roller hidden behind the shoe shelves and began picking off the dust and dirt off your coat. Of course, your maids would do this for you every evening, but you just wanted to see how long would the other person last until their patience would crack.

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” Diluc gritted out between his teeth.

“My! Who’s there? Almost scared me to death!” You dramatically gasped and then turned around to face him with a sarcastic look.

“Stop with your fucking games.” You saw Diluc clench his fist, but that got no reaction out of you. He didn’t scare you, and never will. Even if he were to raise a knife or his claymore — you’ll never be afraid of a coward.

“What a foul language from a foul man.” You whispered under your breath, but loud enough for him to hear.

“Where have you been?” He asked and you raised a brow.

“I have no need to report to you.” You shrugged him off and began walking away down the hallway, but he quickly followed you. You stopped abruptly; almost making him smash into your frame, “But I guess I’ll indulge you. I was at work. Happy?”

“Delighted.”

“Now, what do you really want, Diluc?” You turned around to face him, and both of you stared at each other with hatred. Your rage was silent and hidden away, his was loud and clear.

“I want a divorce. You’re humiliating me. People speak about me in a bad light every single time I pass by a crowd. I’m losing respect and friends.” You could barely hold back a laugh.

���Divorce, you say..” You gestured with your finger for him to follow you. He was confused but did as you said. The two of you ended up in your personal study which you had built when Diluc was away. Silently, you walked up to your desk and took out a single document. You’ve treasured and kept this piece of paper in the safest place you could think of.

“What is this?”

“This — is the divorce that you so desire.” You refused to let go off it in case Diluc would rip it apart or set it on fire, “However, I’d advise for you to read it before agreeing. You know, there might be some elements which will make you reconsider.”

Diluc scanned the document quickly with his eyes, and the more he read, the paler and angrier he got. It stated here that the house, the business, the contracts, and everything will go to you. As someone who had been paying for everything over the past years, everything that used to be his — had become yours. Plus, with Diluc’s rage history and criminal record, he wasn’t considered to be mentally stable according to the laws of Fontaine. Thus, you were the one to stay responsible for the crucial deals.

“Criminal record..? Clinically insane..? What the fuck have you done?!”

“You amuse me, honey! You’ve done all of this yourself!” This time you laughed straight into his face. You laughed so hard that your stomach began hurting. Yes, you loved that expression on his face. The confusion, realization, panic, and finally — agony. He was feeling what you’ve been feeling for years and years at the time! He deserved it all!

“After you ran away for 3 years, I searched for you a long time. Eventually, I gave up and went to my good friend in Fontaine. That friend happens to be a divorce lawyer. We set up a defense statement, gathered evidence, questioned people for witness reports, and created a contract in advance. You were called to attend the court hearing many times, but since no one could get a hold of you, the court date was at first changed many times, until eventually the case was put on hold until I would be able to find you. Then, when you did come back, I hired a private investigator to uncover everything about where you have been and what you’ve done in the past three years. I’ve gathered further evidence and went back to court. You can probably guess how that went, but in case you haven’t figured it out — you are a wanted criminal everywhere except Mondstat, deemed irrational and insane, and you are suspected to be guilty of countless deaths.”

“You were prepared for the divorce.. All this time..?” Diluc couldn’t believe his own ears, “No.. Not even that.. You prepared everything to completely ruin my life..” He grinned and couldn’t hold back a nervous laugh. He stated at you in shock, disbelief, but most importantly — betrayal. It was written all over his face, and you loved every second of it. You wanted to see him in pain, you wanted to watch him regret his choices, you wanted him to suffer, and all because he left you. None of this would have happened had he made the right decision.

“Yes. I just wanted to see how low you would go before settling things once and for all. How many more disgusting lies and tales you would tell me.” You felt your voice increase in volume, so you fell silent for a moment, before continuing further, “The only reason I’ve endured everything thus far was because I knew that I had won even before you stepped back into this house. I knew that I would ruin your life no matter if you came back or not. I knew it, but seeing it play out like this?” You didn’t even realize that you were smiling. Your heart was blooming with joy.

“This might be the happiest day of my life.”

“You’re fucking crazy..” The man whispered in disbelief. All of this was beyond belief. For such fucked up case to go through, to be hidden away from him, and for everyone to be kept in the dark? There had to be uncountable amounts of bribery involved. And not just that; you’ve told lies, you acted your way through like an abused and damaged spouse. You had everyone fooled. Absolutely everyone, “You’re a psychopath. Y-You’re an actual psychopath.”

“You feed my ego more and more with each passing day.” You couldn’t help but take all of his ‘insults’ as compliments, “The paper that you’re looking at is confirmation of everything that had transpired. Once you sign this — the case will be officially closed. You can bring me to court if you so desire, but your chances of winning against me are estimated to be 0.05%.”

You were right. He had no chance against you, and even though admitting defeat this fast made a sour feeling creep up his back — he had already bit off more than he could chew. Before marrying you, he was warned about your family. That they were all crazy. Out of this world. But with your pure nature in childhood, he was certain you’d turn out differently — more weak and stupid. Maybe like Donna.

He was wrong.

You were a spitting image of your parents. Just as calculating and cold. He looked down at the paper in your hand, and then back at your smiling face. You had ruined a life to no repair, but there was no hesitation, no regret, no sadness. Only happiness. You were overjoyed. You seemed to be at the 9th cloud.

“What happens if we stay married?” He wasn’t sure what prompted him to ask this question.

“You get to keep your bar, your girlfriend, your friends. You will also get to stay in the guest bedroom of this house. You’ll be provided with food, water, and clothes. Your healthcare will be taken care of by me.”

“What happens if I leave?”

“You lose it all, and you flee in shame. You can never come back or start over. Any job would know of your criminal deeds and not hire you. You’ll become the man who cheated and divorced Master Y/N, and then ran away with a tail between his legs. You will also be known as a madman who in grief slaughtered innocents with the use of a delusion.” His eyes widened at the last sentence. It was shocking to him just how much you knew.

“I have no choice then.”

“You do. There’s always a choice.” You reminded him, and he could only glare at you with disgust, “I think this is a great way to put to the test how much Donna loves you!” You suddenly exclaimed, and Diluc’s eyes widened in horror at what you were suggesting, “Would she stay with a man who had lost his career, money, and status?” You got closer, and closer to him with each word, “Would she stay with him when everyone will know that she was the one to break apart a family?” You filled his brain with poisonous thoughts that he couldn’t shake off, “Would she stay knowing that you could kill when angry?“ Your hand trailed across his back towards his shoulder, as you leaned closer to his face, “You seem to love her oh so much, mustn’t you have faith in her feelings?” You whispered, and Diluc felt a nauseous wave swim across his gut.

“I’ve never met someone as sadistic as you.” He gritted out, and you bursted out laughing.

“You know, Diluc.. I am a good person to have on your side, rather than against you.” You shrugged, “You just made the wrong choice.”

Those were your last words as you finally began heading upstairs with Marie trailing behind you like a loyal puppy. Diluc was stuck downstairs with a storm of thoughts and a tonne weighting at his heart.

He had no clue what to do now.

-

Donna was getting worried about Diluc. The man began to eat less, stopped leaving their guest bedroom for weeks, and completely buried himself in books about the laws of Fontaine. He made a mind map of sorts using ripped out pages and liters of ink, but no matter how much she tried to understand what was written, she felt like she was going inside alongside him. Whenever she would attempt to communicate with him as to what was happening, he would either brush her off or ignore her altogether. She might have not been the smartest one around, but she wasn’t a complete idiot either. Sadly, all of her attempts with her lover were pointless, so that left her with a single plausible option.

“Master Y/N, Mistress Donna wishes to speak with you.” Marie knocked on your door, and you quietly murmured back a reply that Donna didn’t catch.

“You don’t have to call me a Mistress..” The brunette complained, but her voice was ignored by the maid who only gave her a small smile after opening the door.

“Donna, what an unexpected visit. Please, do take a seat.” You gestured at the chair in front of your work desk, and with hesitation, the woman took a seat, “Apologies, but you’ll have to wait until I am done. However, feel welcome to pour yourself a cup of tea.” Any other day, Donna would have insisted on their conversation being urgent, but over the past weeks she had learned that going against your word in this house was close to a sin.

The two of you sat in silence. She held her back straight but didn’t dare to touch the ceramic cup or the teapot. Her gaze got lost staring outside the window onto the endless fields, trees, and flowers. Ever since she and Diluc ended up here, it felt like all light was getting sucked out of her bit by bit. This mansion always had its curtains closed, with only a bit of sunlight peeking through. It made Donna feel suffocated like she was about to be swallowed by the four walls of this house — never able to escape.

“I’m done.” Your voice snapped her out of her thoughts, “What did you wish to speak about?”

For a second, she was silent. You could see her emotions and thoughts right through her eyes as if she was as transparent as glass. Donna was ridiculously easy to read. She seemed to be getting tired. There was an aura of defeat surrounding her.

“Do you love Diluc?” She asked. You didn’t expect that question, but it didn’t surprise you.

“I resent him. More than anything, Donna.” You reassured her, and she weakly nodded at that.

“Thought so..” She whispered, and sighed, “Is it possible for him to earn your forgiveness?”

You chuckled at her words and poured both of you some tea. With hesitation, she accepted and pressed the cup against her lips to take a sip whilst you were still stirring the hot drink with a golden teaspoon.

“When Diluc left me.. This house started to suffocate me. It felt like the sun would burn away at my skin, but the darkness would chew at what remained of my soul. I fell very ill, Donna. I was only 18, just recently married, and still so green and naive for this world. My parents died when I was only 10, he was the only one I had left — but he betrayed me. It taught me a few crucial lessons that I will never forget—“ You were finally done stirring the tea, and gently put the cutlery away.

“To only trust myself. To never forgive. To never forget. And to never let anyone think you are weak.”

Just as you were done, Donna realized that her stomach was hurting more than usual and she had an intense burning sensation creeping up her esophagus. Before she could drop the cup, you swiftly caught it and poured its contents back into the teapot. The brunette woman couldn’t stop coughing and gasping for breath as she watched you pour out the tea outside the window — erasing the evidence.

“Marie, the homewrecker seems to be feeling unwell.” Donna didn’t even notice the maid inside the room, already grabbing at her half-paralyzed body as if she were a bag of stones, “Could you have Sebastian keep an eye on her?”

“Of course, Master Y/N.”

Donna’s eyes wouldn’t stop streaming endless tears. Her nose became stuffed deep inside, but runny at the same time. She felt like from a collected woman, she was brought down to a complete mess all because she chose to trust you. She should have known better. You were full of rage, hostility, and madness. For some reason, Donna had the impression that even if you’d do something of such sort, there would at least be a warning — a built-up — but the incident just shocked her to the bone.

“Sebastian, Master Y/N requested for you to ensure Mistress Dona doesn’t die.”

Donna’s face and throat were starting to swallow up. She felt like a bloated balloon of liquids, and the more she struggled, the more it was getting harder to breathe. She felt adrenaline rush through, her heart rate picking up, and now the tears falling down her cheeks were not just from the tea.

Before she knew it, her whole world went black.

NEXT CHAPTER!

[lingerina]

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ KINKTOBER ⠀//⠀⠀day two

➤ PROMPT praise ➤ 951 words ➤ catwoman!yeji x fem!reader ➤ the many times you narrowly avoided robberies, and the one time you’re caught in the crossfire. ➤ A/N so while i was writing this, i had the actual catwoman in the batman universe in my brain, and i know nothing about that universe. research says catwoman is a jewel thief/antiheroine? so that’s how this prompt ended up like this. however, if you meant like… a cat & woman hybrid? i’m so sorry 💀

Working the closing shift for a jeweler is a risky job, but you have somehow managed to narrowly avoid the robberies that have taken place over the last six months. You either needed to tend to your family business or fell ill, leaving your coworkers to suffer the misfortune of being targeted by money-hungry thieves.

But your luck runs out.

And it runs out terribly.

At the very least, you’re not getting bombarded by a group of robbers. At the very worst, you’re caught in the middle of one robber’s scheme.

‘Catwoman’ is what they dub her. Synonymous for the cat mask, sharp claws, and smooth black bodysuit she dons, Catwoman is infamous for her string of high-profile robberies as well as her rescues of animals and children in dangerous situations. It’s hard what to make of a woman who steals from the elite, but has a heart for the vulnerable.

In this case, you are the vulnerable one, and she spares you no mercy.

Remnants of your white blouse drape over you, barely covering your tits as one swipe of her claws had shredded the garment open. Your pencil skirt is slightly torn up the side from how harshly she pried your legs open, and the infamous crook with gorgeous eyes is settled between them. 

You were so close to clocking out, and now you’re in this predicament. You had contemplated screaming for security because her smooth entrance into the building didn’t trigger any alarms, but your naked pussy—slick with arousal—is betraying you. You almost don’t want to escape because this woman’s touch is magnetic.

.. Also because her sharp cat claws are gliding over your soft skin and one wrong move can reap dire consequences.

“You barely put up a fight,” she informs.

You scoff. “Because you have weapons.”

She raises a sharp brow. “Is that so?”

Your chest gets heavier as you watch her remove one of her cat claw gloves with her teeth. She spits it out to the side where it falls to the floor with a muffled clack. Removing half of her weaponry should put you at ease, but it does the exact opposite because you still don’t know her intentions. She can still hurt you with her bare hands.

You go rigid from her touch. Your hands are bound behind you with duct tape and your ankles are bound to each leg of the chair with even more duct tape, so you can’t retaliate anyway. 

Not that you want to. It’s been too long since you’ve last been pleasured by someone, so Catwoman’s fingertips drawing over your slit might just be what you need. It’s insane to allow a criminal to be so intimate with you, but she knows exactly how to touch you.

“Catwoman-“

“Yeji,” she interrupts.

You tip your head back and heave a sigh as a finger slides into you. She withdraws it, then returns with two fingers, opening you up with how deep she pushes into you.

“Moan for Yeji.”

She goes slow and steady, but she delves deep. Her knuckles come in contact with your slick folds, her thrusts calculated for ample pleasure while testing the waters. You’re used to being drilled—practically jackhammered—hard and fast (which still gets you off eventually), so the sluggish pace is somehow still dizzying.

Perhaps it’s the adrenaline rush of being held hostage by an infamous thief. Perhaps it’s because you’re half naked and dripping all over the public enemy’s fingers. Whatever it is, it has your head spinning.

“Yeji,” you pant, your fists closing tightly as your limbs grow taut. “Yeji, please.”

One moment, you’re cornered by a masked woman with sharp claws threatening you. Suddenly, you find yourself stripped of bodily freedom and begging for said woman to fuck you harder. With the little mobility you have, you attempt to buck against her hand, rutting against her fingers with little shame and even less dignity.

She merely laughs at how pathetic you are. “You’re doing so well for me, kitten.”

That familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach arises. You twitch and squirm, but the duct tape digs more into your skin the more you move. You instinctively ball your hands together, as if you can actually break free if you jerk them hard enough. 

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You throw your head back, your moans echoing through the spacious room as you come apart by the woman’s skillful fingers. She licks her lips as she watches the pleasure overcome you, the tremors that overtake your half-naked body. You don’t even think about the possibility of security bursting through and finding you in a compromising position. You can barely think at all as you spatter all over her fingers, the chair, and the floor.

“That’s my good girl,” she purrs, her wrist keeping up with the pace for you to ride out your high. “You did so well for me.”

Did you do well? Did you really do well?

Because if you did, you wouldn’t be sitting here with the most valuable jewels thrown in a bag for a thief to escape with. You wouldn’t have been jumped and thrown around the way you were, and you definitely would still have the freedom to move around and give her a piece of your mind.

But oh no, you did terribly.

Because if you actually did well, you wouldn’t be watching Yeji rise back up to her feet, turn her back to you, and rush out of the building with her loot.

You’re left bound to the chair, wondering how you’re supposed to explain to your manager why your assets are out in the open and a third of the jewels are missing.

[adalricus]

Yandere!Lunar Goddess x Reader

CW:Religious themes,yandere behaviors,gn reader,afab yandere,psychological torture (not inflicted toward the reader), manipulation,murder,death,Kidnapping

Author's note's: Naledi is a popular name in the country I live in South Africa which means star.

You were at the beach during nighttime, gazing at the moon. You liked doing this, blissful silence, the cool breeze prickling against your skin, the sound of the ocean, and the full moon. You stood up from the chair you had set up for yourself and strolled towards the coastline. The water grazing your bare feet ever so gently. Suddenly, you felt warm as though someone wrapped a warm blanket around you, of course, dumbfounded at the sudden change of temperature. Then you felt warm breath tickling the back of your neck. You immediately turned and attempted to backhand the mysterious figure out of instinct. "My,my, easy there, darling." The figure said, you laid your eyes upon her. You noticed she had a non-human skintone. One that resembled chalcanthite, beautiful blue hues with gold accents. "Who are you?" You questioned ."Who am I?" She replied with a question. You tried to run away, ignoring the feeling of serenity and peace around. She appeared in front of you, obviously shocking you. You tripped and fell against her, "Calm down, starlight, I wouldn't dare hurt you." She said as she wrapped your arms around you. Slowly a mist with the scent of jasmine and chamomile, you got sleepy, and you couldn't fight the exhaustion. You woke in your bed, body relaxed and energized. "So it was just a dream," you said a loud "Course not silly, I'm not leaving so soon. My dear starlight." You heard a sultry, smooth voice say behind you. You almost got whiplash with how quick you turned your head. And there was the source of the voice. An absolute beauty, her full thighs and tits, her soft stomach all packaged in a silk gold accented blue lingerie. You were shocked. The whole interaction with her felt surreal. "My my, it'll last longer if you took a picture, you know?" She said sarcastically. "Y-you're ,not a dream?" She looked amused and shocked by your sentence. "An ancient God?yes, but a dream? I know I probably look dreamy, but I surely am real starlight." She replied to you, she took your hand and kissed it ever so sweetly. "I've always been so infatuated with you humans, the way stories and traditions are passed down. The cults and religions, I love it all. But you intrigue me beyond any human lover I've ever had. The possessiveness I feel for you is almost palpable at times. That's most likely why I never allowed humans to love you." She announced to you, that's why you could never get into relationships, and even if you did, it would end in tragedy. "Is that what happened to all my past lovers." She chuckled at your question, "Oh my, asking me about your past lovers is odd when you don't even know my name.But yes, some of them persisted even to the psychological torture so I had to kill some of them unfortunately." The words she uttered were horrific and almost shattered you. "Let them go, only I Naledi can properly love you, no human can love the way I can. So come with me to paradise, no longer will you experience illness, financial problems, and any general problems that humans feel." She pleaded with you, you thought for longer than she wanted you to. She lost patience when she knocked you out and took you with her. You woke up in a large bed filled with silk and cashmere blankets. You felt something weighted and warm on top of you, looked up, and saw Naledi on you cuddling you. "I know you're awake, starlight. I'm so happy to finally have you with me. Now that you're here, you're not going anywhere."

[vickyvicarious]

I found Miss Westenra in seemingly gay spirits. Her mother was present, and in a few seconds I made up my mind that she was trying all she knew to mislead her mother and prevent her from being anxious. I have no doubt she guesses, if she does not know, what need of caution there is. We lunched alone, and as we all exerted ourselves to be cheerful, we got, as some kind of reward for our labours, some real cheerfulness amongst us. Then Mrs. Westenra went to lie down, and Lucy was left with me. We went into her boudoir, and till we got there her gaiety remained, for the servants were coming and going. As soon as the door was closed, however, the mask fell from her face, and she sank down into a chair with a great sigh, and hid her eyes with her hand.

The way that Lucy keeps up the cheerful act until they are fully alone means that she's not confiding in anyone in her house. We already knew she wasn't admitting her poor health to her mother, but the servants also seem to warrant the same act. Maybe this is because she doesn't trust them not to report back to her mother, or because she has trouble admitting her illness to anyone who doesn't confront her about it first (Mina, at least due to the graveyard sleepwalking, and Arthur both fit this bill). Regardless, it means that she gets almost no time to relax in her own home. She has to pretend everything is okay unless she's completely alone, and the way she immediately wilts here shows just how heavy a burden that is on her as she feels worse and worse.

I'm really happy that she is able to confide in Jack. Again, maybe it's simply that Arthur already figured her out and now that things have come this far, there's no point in hiding - or maybe it's because she is closer to Arthur and Jack than anyone else living in her own house. Both are quite sad in different ways, but at the least it means she can finally get some comfort by being honest about her difficulties. And she does seem to be making the effort to confide as fully as possible - she tells him about the sleepwalking in Whitby, the dreams, the sleep she wants to resist, the trouble breathing... pretty much everything (at least that she knows about). It is an effort, even now - that's made clear when she says she hates talking about herself, but she does it anyway because she knows Arthur is worried for her, and she wants to ease his worries. (Of course, she's also scared and in pain herself, but Lucy places those concerns below others' feelings.)

I also like how it's made clear that this is all consensual. Arthur said previously that Lucy was reluctant to involve Jack at first, but that she agreed. And we see here that she's still a bit reluctant to do the act of telling him, but she's definitely willing to be fully honest with him. More than that, she gives express permission to let Arthur in on all the details of her illness and treatment. For now, at least, all three of them are on the same page of working together to help Lucy.

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

Episode eight - untapped potential

Masterlist

Jack Dawkins x fem reader

He would never be able to pinpoint the moment his eyes became so heavy that he fell asleep. Yet, it did take over him and soon it was morning you wake, bathed in the sunlight coming through the window and feel weight on your wrist. Jack seemed so carefree as he slept, curled on his side on your bed. What a sight you had woken to. You shift down to his level. Jack's eyes flicker open to meet yours.

"Belle says it's an aortic aneurysm, isn't it?" You whisper.

He clutches onto your hand. Jack can't speak, he wants to comfort you but hasn't got the words.

"Yes." He swallows the lump forming in his throat.

" And when it bursts, this is all over?"

"I don't wanna leave this world without knowing love fully." You say.

"You are loved. Fully." He assures you and you bring your lips to his. Your fingers start work on his shirt buttons. A look in his eyes asks you if you're sure and you nod. He spins you carefully on to your back resting above you and unties your nightgown.

*_*_*_*_*

"Some consider me innately cruel, but I simply see this as a necessary part of justice. For without the rope, society crumbles. The rope is the brute girdle that binds us up and keeps us safe. Yet the rope offers not just punishment, but salvation. Would you like to be saved, Mr. Fagin?" Gaines spoke.

" Very much, yes. What do you want?" Fagin asked with the noise around his neck

" Jack Dawkins."

*_*_*_*

"You can fix it. You and Belle. Astley Cooper performed the surgery 40 years ago. I read the case report." You say, cuddled into Jack's bare chest.

"He killed the patient." He reminded you.

"I know. I know, but medicine's changed. You changed it."

"y/n, there is a reason why the best surgeon in the century failed. You would die on the table." He held your face in his hand.

" I believe you can." You press him further.

"Please do not ask this of me." He begs you.

" So, what, you'll just hold my hand and see me into the next life? That's not good enough, Jack. Not if you really love me."

Your bedroom Door opens allowing your mother in, holding a tray.

"Here, darling, I've brought you some... " she gasps and rushes from the room. You look back at Jack before jumping out of bed. You both dress as fast as you can. A maid knocks on the door and enters.

"Lady Jane would like to see Doctor Dawkins in the study." She says, bowing her head to you.

"I love you." He replies before leaving the room. You drop down at your desk pulling a sheet of paper to you and start writing. When you're done you grab the closed suitcase and dart down to Belle's room.

"I love you." You say holding him to you. Jack kisses your lips.

"I need you to make me a promise." You say not giving her a chance to disagree.

"What's going on?" She asks.

You put the suitcase on her bed.

"You have to keep this safe. If I die give that and this letter to Jack. Read the letter to him." You correct yourself.

"If you die? Y/n no we won't let you! Jack won't let you" Belle was almost begging you. You shake your head and tears spill from you once again.

"I've ruined it all." You say.

*_*_*_*

"You're not to see my daughter again You pack your things, hand over your current patients to Dr. Sneed, and leave town by the end of the week." Lady Jane instructs Jack. He sits in the chair in front of the desk. He feels and looks small in the study.

"y/n is dying." He says catching himself on the words.

"So, you tell her she's dying to trick her into becoming your whore?" She spits the words at him.

"What?" The question had cut into him.

"Dr. Sneed examined her last night and found nothing wrong. Nervous strain. Eleven London doctors examined her supposed illness and found nothing." She explained to him.

"They are fools." He tries to fight back.

"But fools who can read." Lady Jane reminds him of his lacking knowledge.

"She wants me to operate. But that will kill her. I don't know what to do." He is begging your mother to understand, to listen to him. Every word he says breaking his heart apart.

"You stay silent. And you can thank God and my principles that the Governor will hear nothing of this. Otherwise, he'd certainly call for your head. Get out." She turns away from him and keeps it turned until she is sure he has left for town. Lady Jane wipes a tear from her eyes.

"We'll need to watch your waist. If it thickens, I'll find an excuse for you to visit your uncle in India for nine months. As long as nobody knows, we might be able to salvage your reputation." She says walking into your bedroom.

" You don't understand." You say turning to her.

" You're not dying. But you are being ruined and taken for a fool."

"Mother," Belle stepped between you. "Her aorta is swelling. Unless she has this surgery, it will rupture and she will bleed to death."

"Stop it! Just stop it! You are filling her head with nonsense. You are not a doctor Belle. I won't let you hurt yourself with that man." Lady Jane hissed and turned for the door.

" Then you'll get me killed." You call after her. Belle takes your hand.

"what do I do?" She asks.

"Make sure you know everything about this operation, he is going to need your help." You say.

*_*_*_*

"That's the rough end of the feather, that is." Fagin says to Jack, "No doubt about it."

"It's impossible. I can't see how to save her." Jack feels utterly alone in his despair, as if you had already left him.

"You see, I have an inkling of how that feels. Well, look at this pie. It's tasty, salty, bit of gristle, but otherwise, full of gravy. I'll enjoy it, it'll fill me heart, but then, it'll be gone. And I will take comfort knowing that just around the corner will be another pie." His aged companion said.

"You're seriously comparing the woman I love to one of Rotty's pies?" Jack huffed, ready to leave the table.

"Look. There are times in this life when we have to face the loss of something so precious, it makes the heart clench just to think of it. Love's frail, Dodge, it don't last. Especially not in our world. That's what gives it its pain. And it's also what gives it its shine because in the flickering of a glim, it's gone. I'm sorry, Dodge. Truly."

*_*_*_*

"Our daughter has lost her senses. Dawkins has convinced her that she has some appalling illness." Your mother tells the Governor.

"Now, now, calm down, Jane. I told her it's ridiculous."

The prof and Sneed are once again examining you. Sneed using his watch to count your pulse.

"This is a waste of my very limited time." You groan.

"Your mother asked for a full examination. So, here we are. Good news. You have a very treatable ulcer." Sneed announces to you.

" Nonsense. I have an expansive mass and a bruit. My aorta is whooshing. Listen. Please." Using the stethoscope he listens to the way your heart throbbed.

"Inconclusive." He says.

"You're an intelligent man. Why are you being a coward?" Belle repremanded him.

"I am a qualified doctor with years of experience and a degree from Oxford. It's an ulcer." He says through gritted teeth.

" To be a man, to not have to beg a lesser mind, to, "Please, sir, can you save my life?" You cry.

"Try and get some rest," he turns to Belle, "And I'll consider this outburst an emotional response to a trying day from.both of you."

" So, are you feeling better?" Your father shuffles across the room and sits beside you, taking up your hand, " 'Cause I wouldn't want anything to happen. Because I couldn't live with that. I just couldn't." He weeps.

"She needs bed rest for the ulcer to heal." Sneed tells Lady Jane.

"Yes, it would be, if it was, but in my clinical opinion... your daughter has a curable ulcer, and Dawkins has a great flair for the dramatic." He sighs at his own cowardous.

" And this aneurysm, is there anything in it?" She asks him. "Dawkins seems to think it might be rather bad."

Sneed looks over to you and Belle. A moment of consciousness titters through him. Could he be the one who shatters the Governor? Not even the Prof had dared.

She smiles at him, and glances back at her daughters. "My concern is that Belle may take matters into her own hands."

*_*_*_*

You had been locked in your bedroom for some time as had Belle. You hear gentle steps coming up the corridor.

"y/n? Y/n, are you all right?" She knocks on the door,

"Splendid!" You sigh.

"Would it cheer you to hear of my love for Mr. Oliver Twist? " Fanny tries to help.

"Go away!" You try not cry.

"y/n, just let me in."

"If it were that simple, I'd be letting myself out." You scoff.

" No, I mean, emotionally."

"You think I'm a madwoman, too?" You ask.

"No. You're the most brilliant person I know. Belle is beyond my capabilities as well, though she is a bit rude. But if you think you have this, and she does, then I believe you. And I'm scared because I do love you so. Even if you find me a bit annoying." She slips her fingers below the door and you touch yours to them.

"Fanny? I need your help." An idea had popped into your mind as a way to get Belle to the hospital.

Yours and Belle's rooms had an adjoining balcony with a spiral staircase leading down to the gardens. Fanny walked quietly towards the redcoat. She pretends to feel faint and begins to fall over. The guard runs to her and she keeps the act up until you and Belle run down the steps and away from the house.

You have to stop part way as your chest tightens once more. Belle holds onto you.

Finally at the hospital you dart down to the morgue where you find Jack already practicing.

"Jack?" Your voice is quiet. He looks up at you, staring as if he is seeing an angel.

"If you think it can be done," he nods to Belle, "and it is what you want y/n, then I will try. For you." He says, you rush forward, throwing your arms around him. Jack holds you close to him, his arms wrapping tightly around you. This felt like he could finally breath once more and he buries his face into your neck for a moment pressing soft kisses to your skin.

"You can read Prof's notes." He gestures his arm to the note book. His other arm still wrapped around you. Belle grabs up the book and starts reading. "Yes. Yes. Disagree with that. That's just plainly wrong. I don't need these." She drops the book on the table, "Found it from First Principles. What's important is to get the hand positions. Cut into the linea alba." She says. Jack helps you to a stool then darts to the cadava on the table.

"All right. I've got that far."

" Good. Now, make a small aperture into the peritoneum, insert your finger into the abdomen. Pass your finger between the intestines to the spine. And now, push the needle with the ligature behind it." Belle instructs him.

"So, just shove a needle through y/n's entire body without piercing anything." Jack looks at you.

"Take care not to nick the aorta." You say to him.

"I can't." Jack grunts.

"or break the spinal cord." Belle says.

" I can't do this blindly. I will paralyse you or I will kill you." Jack says to you removing the instruments from the body.

"No, it's doable." You say.

"Watch." Belle takes over, "There. Ligation's tied. No damage to the aorta or the spinal cord." She grins.

"Assuming that we can do this, how do I tie it tight enough to fix it, but not so tightly, it cuts the circulation off completely?"

" We'll fill the aorta with water and try." Belle suggests. you watch as they remove the heart and begin running water through the tubes. Your strong stomach will need a prize after watching this.

" Come on, we are so close." Belle says.

"Move"

"Clamped." Jack pulls away angrily as Belle continues.

"Jack!"

"Belle it doesn't work." He huffs.

"No." You came over and start moving things grabbing the equipment. Sure you knew what to do after watching them.

Jack takes your shoulders.

"Please, y/n stop." Belle calls to you.

" No!"

"Stop. It doesn't work." Jack pulls you backwards and you collapse against him. The two of you collapse to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Jack repeated, holding you to him as you both cry. Belle stands beside you both.

*_*_*_*

Returning home the two of step into the entrance hall and the chaos of your sister Fanny preparing her move to England. Trunks and bags were littered throughout the hall. Fanny looks up and sees you both, clocking the blood on Belle's hands.

"Oh, my God. What happened?"

" It's all right. It's someone else's." Belle replies.

" Did you do a murder? Is that why I broke you out?"

Belle doesn't reply. You see your mother by the stairs and walk up to her. Without a word you pull her into a hug, resting your head on her shoulder. Taking your hand she leads you back to your room.

"This will seem like cruelty, my darling, but I promise you, it's care." She tried to reassure you.

"Don't bother locking it. I'm not going anywhere." You sighs falling on to your bed. There seems to be nothing that can help you and you lay waiting for your fate.

Fanny comes into you and perches on your bed.

"I will miss coming to you, but I am so happy." She says. Turning you sit up and take her hands in yours.

"Fanny, you have the most beautiful soul, made only better by your face. I am going to miss seeing you every day. Try not to think of me too often." You tell her. Your sister understands your meaning.

"y/n, how could I not think of you every day? My first daughter will have your name so I might have just a little of you beside me." She grins and wipes away the tears. You hug her to you and you tell her you love her before she leaves for her new life.

You were sure she would flourish as a wife and Oliver did seem to be an agreeable man. Jack had known him from a long time ago. You decided that should you have the time you would have him tell you all about his life before he joined the navy. Pushing yourself from the bed you change from your dress into a simple chemise and your blue dressing gown. You wanted to be comfortable as you wrote out a letter to each member of your family.

With three done you ignore the spinning of your eyes and try to focus on your work. Your hand slips and knocks the ink pot over.

"damn." You say ripping the paper away to keep it from getting stained. Looking around you see another inkpot on your desk. Standing up you feel a tingle in your toes.

"no." You say to yourself and try to walk. Your foot is too heavy and you can't lift it. The blurring in your eyes becomes too much and you stumble against the table, knocking more things to the floor. You can no longer keep yourself up.

"No, Jack." You fall to the ground. With no strength to pull yourself up you lie awake on the green carpet. A cold is creeping into your skin. The tingle in your feet, becomes numbness until you can no longer feel them at all. Sure this was the moment you would die you began to pray, not for yourself or your soul, but for your family and Jack.

"y/n" his voice cut through the fog in your mind and he turned your limp body. "No, y/n" he grabs you up into his arms, a pistol in one hand.

"come on, stay with me." He begs you as he runs down the steps of your large house. Belle hears his steps and comes running out.

"What's happening?" She asks following Jack out to the delivery cart outside. He lays you into it and Belle gets beside the driver

"Drive, fast " she commands him. Jack has you in his lap, your head cradles against his body.

"stay with me y/n, please don't go yet." He repeats his plea to you all the way to the hospital.

Rushing inside, everyone who knows you turns to watch.

"Hetty! Prepare the surgery!" Belle shouts to the nurse as Jack carries you into the theatre

He lays you on the table, his hands cupping your face. Around him Belle and Hetty were rushing to gather everything he would need.

Sneed runs in.

"What on earth-"

Belle grabs him, "Rainsford, stop. Let us do this and I'll marry you as soon as you want." She says to him. He nods and backs up.

Jack presses a kiss to your forehead and you whimper, breath struggling to reach your lungs.

"I'm going to save, you okay. " He whispers to you. You nod as much as you could. " I love you. " Jack says again before placing the ether mask to your face. Everything for you goes black.

*_*_*_*

You began to dream, strange moments of fantasy and reality mixing together in swirls of bliss. At first your eyes are heavy and refuse to open so you stay and listen to your mother saying a prayer.

"Father, this is not okay. You must release Jack from prison." Belle implores her father.

"Governor, with all respect he saved your daughter's life. I was too afraid to tell you the truth before but, your daughter would have been dead if this operation had not happened." Sneed finally stands up for his beliefs.

"And no one else could have done it?" The governor asks.

"No, none of us are even an inch close to his skill. Your wife has sent the greatest surgeon of this century to his death." He repeats his previous words.

You can't tell why, but as you listen to them the feel of the room changes and you know you need to open your eyes. Your eyelids flick a few times before you focus on the ceiling above you. Instinctively you turn your head and see Jack outside the window.

"Jack." You say catching your family's attention.

"Let me see him?" You ask your father.

"No!" Lady Jane protests.

"let him in, let's give them some time." Your father says directing his family out of the door. Jack rushes in and drops down beside the bed taking your hands.

"What happened?" You ask seeing the blood and chains on his hands.

"your mother." He says. "I needed to know you were alive."

"You saved me." You say smiling at him, "I thought I was going to die without seeing you." Tears prick at your eyes.

"I would never let that happen." He kisses you. "I love you." He says.

"I love you too."

Jack tells you how the operation went and how Sneed had actually assisted him alongside Belle. You smiled as he talked, finally feeling like the two of you might have some peace.

The door opened, your father stepping in.

"I'm sorry my little dove, I have to break this up " he speaks solomnly.

"Why?" You ask.

"It is time for Jack to go. The guards are here for him." He explains. You shake your head.

"No, he did nothing wrong, father!" You begin to protest.

"y/n, it's okay. I'll go." Jack squeezes your hand. He presses one more kiss to your lips before pulling away. As he passed your father the governor stopped him.

"I'm sure this will all sort itself out soon enough, lad. Thank you for saving my daughter."

Jack gives him a quick nod, glances once more back to you before leaving.

Your father comes over to you and takes Jack's earlier place.

"Shall we settle all this silliness now?" He asks.

"Daddy, I love you but you need to use your backbone. Mother did not put you in your position, do not let her rule you. If Jack does not get out of prison I will return to England. If he stays I'll stay and with the money you gave me I will marry him. You cannot stop me. If he does I will never speak to you again." You say in the strongest voice you can muster. Your father sighs and pats your leg.

"There is no one I would rather lose you to." He grins and you know everything will be okay in the end. Little did you know what was happening at the harbour, or in the prison.

End of series one

Episode nine

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[wardenparker]

The King's Queen - chapter 4

Javi Gutierrez x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Prince Javier of the Balearic Islands has always known that one day he would have to follow in his father's footsteps to be the caring and steadfast king that his people deserve. What he did not know is that he would be stepping into the next phase of his life alongside a woman he has never met before - and amidst a rocky sea of unusual circumstances of every kind.

Rating: Mature, but this blog is always 18+ Word Count: 11.3k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this series: arranged marriage, age gap, classicism, cursing, food and alcohol, mentions of American politics, deceased parents* Illness/cancer, not the world's best father/son relationship, character death, parent death, hospital Summary: There is sad news to be delivered to the people and decisions to be made, but the one thing you can promise Javi is that you will be beside him while he makes them. Notes: Guys this is just...this is a really hard chapter, so we tried to keep it short and push through the topic respectfully. And, of course, gif choice has no reflection on the reader's physical appearance.

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3

You are a godsend and Javi is happy you are with him, unable to think of what might have happened if you had not been there for him as chaos and confusion swirls around you both. His brow furrows and he shakes his head. “I don’t understand.”

"The doctors will tell us what happened." Javi had told you that his father did not have much time, but from his reaction you doubt this is what he meant. "Can you tell me what happened?"

“I do not really know.” It seems almost like a blur. “My father had a meeting, and I was walking beside him when he suddenly froze and started to gurgle before he fell out of his chair.”

"And you had not been doing anything strenuous this morning?" You don't believe that anything he could have been doing would have caused that reaction from his father, but the doctors will surely ask and you want to be able to tell them in case Javi is too upset. "Did he seem upset or not himself while you were looking at rings?"

Javier’s eyes close guiltily. “No— but….” He sighs heavily and opens watery eyes to find yours. “The ring is…special.”

"Special...to him?" Trying to figure out if the king may have been upset or under some kind of stress isn't simple – not when you would hazard to guess that he rarely shows any real emotions whatsoever.

“It was…the ring my mother wore.” Javier admits. “My father was pleased with the idea. But urged that you should pick your own band.”

"It doesn't sound like he was upset about the choice, or that it caused any tension." Although you do squeeze his hand a little tighter. "You...you really want me to wear your mother's ring?" Your own mother's engagement ring is in a safe somewhere meant to be passed to your brother's future wife, so the idea isn't strange to you at all. In fact, it's reassuring. It shows just how sure about the idea of the two of you together that he has become. He would never even think of giving you something of his mother's if he thought badly of you in any way.

“I would love it. It is special and I think that you would wear it well. Treasure it as I do.”

"I will." You can promise him that without hesitation, and you bring his hand up reflexively to leave a kiss on his knuckles. "It does not sound to me like he was upset by anything that happened this morning. The doctors will tell us what has happened, and we'll go from there."

“I’m not ready.” Javi admits quietly. “I thought I had more time. I need more time. I need to tell him things.” There had been a time where he had imagined his father would always be there.

The unfortunate reality is that he may not have time. There is a chance that today is the day the king dies, and you hate to be the one who is detached from the situation enough to actually have that thought clearly. “Think of what you want to say to him,” you encourage him instead, trying for optimism. “When he has had some rest, I’ll leave you and your father to talk.”

“Please stay.” His eyes turn towards you, soft and begging. “He— he approves of you. Never would have allowed my mother’s ring if he didn’t. Please.” His fingers tighten against yours. “I feel so alone.”

“Okay.” Your free hand comes up to him, cupping his cheek gently, and you nod. It seems like that feeling of childlike fear when a parent is sick doesn’t change even as you get older and it breaks your heart to see him so sad. “I’ll stay. You don’t have to be alone anymore, Javi. I’m not going to go anywhere.”

“Thank you.” Javi sighs, shaking his head. “I know it seems ridiculous, but he has always been there. I had hoped the doctors were wrong. There could be some kind of miracle.”

“It isn’t ridiculous to have hope, or to love your father.” In fact, it’s fairly refreshing as political parent-and-child relationships go. “We’ll do this together. Whatever this ends up being.”

“It’s good you are here.” Javi had dreaded your appearance, but it seems like his mother had chosen perfectly when she had insisted that her friend’s daughter was perfect for him.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner." It's obvious to you, even after a day, that things have been difficult for him for a while now. It feels like a failing on your part, somehow, that you weren't here to be by his side much earlier.

“I do not know that you could have been.” Javi admits, looking down at your joined hands. “I don’t know if I would have been as accepting. But I am glad that I am.”

"I am glad, too. I wouldn't want to make your life more difficult than it already can be." There is quiet between you in the car for a moment as it speeds down the city streets. The hospital cannot be too far – the island simply isn't that large. "Your cousin is...forceful." You murmur, hating to break the silence with it but wanting to at least breach the topic in private.

“Hm?” Javi looks away from the road, his eyes fixed on the ambulance where his father is being transported.

"Lucas." You prompt quietly. "He seemed...very ready to take charge."

“He is always very eager to help.” Javier frowns slightly, the unease whenever he is brought up starting to make his stomach roll. He bites his lip and wonders what you thought of the man who had been deemed more worthy than he had been to marry Gabriela.

"Does he help you often?" It did not seem as though help had been first on his mind, but rather entirely railroading over Javi to take over the situation.

“He is more than willing to help, although my father normally assigns him tasks that take him away from the palace.” He tells you.

"I see." That seems like a deliberate choice, but you don't have enough information on the situation yet to determine more. Instead you squeeze Javi's hand gently. "Is it alright with you that I have chosen Gabriela to be one of my ladies? If it will make you uncomfortable, I fully understand. She just seems a very kind woman to me."

“She is a wonderful woman.” The bittersweet ache that normally occurs when he sees her or hears about her doesn’t come this time. “As long as you know our history and are okay with it, I do not see why you should deprive yourself of her company.”

"It's one of the reasons I chose her," you admit. "Because I know that she has been important to you and sometimes people like that are hard to find." There are plenty of women who would be worried that Javi might begin an affair or make her his mistress, but somehow you just can't see that as a possibility. He doesn't strike you as that kind of man to begin with – and if he is? Then he would find a way to take a mistress regardless of the situation. You would rather it happened with your knowledge and someone you know rather than as a trussed up little secret to end up in the papers.

He stares at you for a moment, unable to believe that you are so incredibly gracious. You will make an excellent queen, one that will be kind to his people and help him bring his country into a new era of health and prosperity. “Thank you.”

"I care about you very much," you tell him softly, already feeling the deep impulse to say more but knowing that this is not the time or place for such a confession. The car turns abruptly, following the ambulance around a curve and then tips downward as though it is going down into a tunnel. You have to assume that the emergency vehicle and your car are allowed under the hospital for security reasons and you're grateful that at least there will not be onlookers or cameras down here. "Whatever happens, I am right here," you remind him as the pulls to a stop.

Javi takes a deep breath and nods before he steps out of the car. His hand still in yours, he turns to help you out of the car and immediately turns to watch his father being rushed out of the ambulance.

"This way, your Highness." The guard that had been riding in the car with you is already following after the gurney and has a hand out to guide Javi alongside him. The look he spares you is polite but noncommittal, having seen the way you handled Prince Lucas at the palace. "His Majesty will be seen to immediately, but you will be able to wait in his room for news."

“Thank you.” Javier nods. “I want a media blackout in the hospital.” He tells the guard. “No news of my father’s condition is to get out until we know more.”

“Yes, your Highness.” The man immediately taps his watch to check a message, and you realize you have been wrong about this person’s job title. He wears a uniform, but a less elaborate one than the other guards and that seems to be for a reason. “I am ordering a blackout at the palace as well, until you are ready to deliver an official statement.” This must be the king’s personal assistant.

“Yes.” Javier nods, his jaw flexing slightly and his face suddenly a lot wearier than it had been. Weathered by the sudden onslaught of responsibility. “That would be best. Nothing is to come out until we have determined what our course is going forward.”

“Very good.” The man nods, continuing through the halls at the prince’s side until he glances again toward you as board an elevator together. “Your Highness, at the risk of being impertinent?”

“What is it, Julius?” Javier asks, frowning slightly. His father’s man has never been one to mince words and he knows that his father probably is more candid with him than Javier.

“The hospital officials will be reticent to speak in front of your guest,” he is doing his best to be polite, but this situation is slightly more important than basic manners would usual cover. “Do I have your permission to assure them she is to be treated as family?”

“Absolutely.” Javier turns towards you and asks permission silently. “Are you comfortable with that? I had— my plan was to formally propose tonight.” He admits quietly.

“I am perfectly okay with that. Formal proposal or otherwise, I’m not leaving your side.” You assure Javi, and nod to the man he has called Julius. “Whatever today holds, we will respond accordingly.”

“I was planning on making it special.” Javi murmurs sadly. “Having your favorite meal prepared and served out by the cliffs. Moonlight and fairy light proposal.” He chuckles. “One of my ancestors had a good sense of humor and there is a glass slipper in the royal collection. I was going to put the ring in the toe of the shoe.”

It sounds perfect, if you’re honest with yourself. Like a real life fairy tale. And you hate how defeated Javi looks over something so romantic. “It sounds utterly romantic. And we can still do all of that,” you promise him, voice soft and gentle to be reassuring. “A worrying day does not have to rule all of our decisions. And we can even decide to wait if you prefer.”

“I don’t know if that would be prudent.” Javi sighs, wishing that the king had not collapsed. “I am the next in line for the throne. My people need to see that I am strong enough to carry them.”

“You are strong enough, but I am here with you. And you know my answer.” It isn’t meant to be cruel or cold, and you squeeze his hand in yours as the elevator starts to slow. “If you had the ring with you, I would wear it immediately and we can have our romantic dinner as soon as timing allows.” It isn’t ideal. Not to either of you. But right now idealism matters much less than the reality of the situation.

His brow furrows a moment and it’s going against everything in his entire body to do it, but he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a surprisingly nondescript box. “I do have it.” He offers quietly. “Are you sure?”

“It may surprise you to hear it.” A glance to your left and you see Julius dedicatedly studying the elevator wall facing away from you. You turn a smile back to Javi and nod. “But I have no hesitations. Whatever hardships you face, I face them with you. Whatever joys we have, we have them together.” Years have come and gone where you had questioned if you had any ambition to be a princess. To be a queen. But the moment he smiled at you, the truth washed over you like a wave — your ambition is him. To be what he needs. And tonight or tomorrow or whenever he decides to formally ask the question, you’ll tell him then that you’ve started falling in love with him.

“I have had no question where my life was directed.” Javi admits. “Since my first breath, my path was determined and shaped for me. And even though you were also selected for me, I am surprised by how earnestly I look forward to our adventure together.” He smiles, not as brightly as the night before, but it is sincere. “That is what it will be. Our adventure.”

“I have always known it was an honour to be chosen,” you tell him honestly as he lifts the brilliant diamond ring from the small leather box. “But now that I have met you? I am excited for it.”

“I hope that you stay excited.” He hopes as he takes your left hand and starts to slide the ring onto your finger. “It will be difficult at times.”

"There are things worth fighting for." The heavy meaning of the ring isn't lost on you, but you watch him slide it into place with a feeling of deep, true pride. "I will always fight for you and at your side." The elevator stops almost as soon as you finish speaking, and Julius turns after softly clearing his throat. "God save the Princess of Mallorca," he intones seriously, though the smile on his lips belies him. He was listening to every word and he is glad to hear such honesty from you. "After you, your Highnesses."

It's nearly surreal, hearing 'the Princess of Mallorca' and for the first time, feeling as if this is his decision. He decided that the despite the personal termoil that is going on, he would go through with the plan that had been laid down. Modified of course, but the there was no hesitation on his part when he had time the think about it. "Get used to that." He warns you.

"For your father's sake, I hope to remain princess for a good long while." You promise him, but even in spite of that you can't help smiling slightly. Deliberately tangling your right hand in Javi's left means the ring on your left will be on display for anyone who catches sight of you ask the three of you walk swiftly down the corridor and maybe it's a little bit of that American 'image is everything' mentality that makes you think of it but that might not be a bad thing. Some things are symbols for a reason, and engagement rings are a very important symbol all on their own.

Javi smiles and applies the tiniest bit of pressure to your hand, although he doesn't think that will be the case. The very serious expression on the medical staff's faces was telling him more than anything else. They are all very concerned about the King. "You will be a beautiful princess." He promises.

"Your Highness." A tall man with shock-silver hair and a deliberately calm demeanor despite his solemn face approaches you and Javier with his arm outstretched. He is wearing a white coat with his name embroidered on it and a laminated badge that marks him as the head of the hospital's oncology team. "Your father is being examined. This way, please." There is medical staff and security everywhere, but no one speaks as you, Javi, and Julius are ushered into a room on the left side of the hallway. Once the older man shuts the door behind the four of you, a pinched if polite smile is the most he can manage. "I need to know everything you can remember about this morning and what happened when the king collapsed." The doctor asks, although it is urgent enough that it could almost be perceived as a demand. "Even the smallest clue may help us determine the course of his treatment."

Javier nods, frowning as he sits down. Starting to go through the entire morning slowly, mentioning every wince and shift of pain in the King's seated position in his chair. "He took his medication right before we left the royal safe." His frown deepens. "He does not like when anyone sees him take it. Even me, normally."

"He has the medication on his person?" The doctor has been listening attentively, nodding along with the prince's recounting of the morning activities. "We will put it safely with his things," he assures Javi when the younger man nods. "His physician is with the examination team. For now all I can tell you is that we are working to stabilize him."

"Does it— does it look dire?" Javi asks, almost afraid of the answer, but he also needs to know. "Do you think it was a heart attack? A stroke?"

"It does not appear to have been a stroke." The doctor pauses, clearly not wanting to deliver the news that the prince has asked for. "But it is very likely that it was a heart attack. A severe one."

Javier's eyes close and he sways slightly on his feet, absorbing the news and nodding after a moment. "If it was a heart attack, what are his chances?"

"We do not know yet." It would be impossible to guess, and this man is certainly not going to be the one to choose statistics out of thin air. Not when it is the king's life at stake. "We will do everything in our power to help him. But...it is probably best to be ready for unfortunate news."

As much as he doesn't want to hear it, Javier appreciates the candor of the comment. He reaches out and takes the doctor's hand and shakes it firmly. "Please." He asks, keeping his voice low so it doesn't break. "I know you will, but please do everything in your power."

"We will, your Highness." As solemn as the moment is, it is honest. And the doctor excuses himself from the room with a polite nod.

"Shit, shit, shit." Javi's head drops the moment the door closes and the three of you are alone. "It's— he's going to die."

"We don't know that." Immediately putting your arms around him, it's all you can do to rub his back gently and offer him a safe place to exist with however it is that he's feeling. "Heart attacks are not always fatal."

“The doctor did not seem very optimistic.” Javi sighs and looks towards Julius. “Did he?”

"I would say that he was cautious." Julius answers, not inclined to be very optimistic himself. "Your Highness, there are certain...protocols that should be observed. In the event of an emergency." While it is obvious that the prince does not wish to hear any of this, it is the man's job. "With your permission, I will have black clothing brought from the palace and retrieve the draft of the palace's formal statement that your father last signed off on, for you to make adjustments to as you see fit."

“Yes.” Javier nods solemnly and then looks to you. “Include a black outfit for the princess as well.” He instructs Julius. “If a statement will need to be made, I want it to be done from the palace. If the king is dying, I want him transported back. He should pass in his own bed.”

"Yes, your Highness." Julius nods in much the same way the doctor did before excusing himself from the room, already extracting a cell phone from the pocket of his suit.

“This is really happening.” Javi sags under the weight of it all and collapses down into a chair in the room. “He—” he can’t say the words and shakes his head, eyes closed and face pinched in pain.

"We're alone," you urge him quietly, glancing up at the door to make sure no one can see in and only seeing the back of Julius's suit guarding the entrance to the room. You immediately pull the second nearby chair up beside Javi and take up the soft circles you were rubbing on his back just a second ago. "Let it out. Now is the time." As far as you can tell, the next time the two of you leave this room, there is a chance that you may be bringing the king home to die. And if that is the case, you want Javi to have had a chance to vent his fears and frustrations in private.

The tears don’t come like he had thought they would, but he holds his head in his hands. “I should have more time.” He chokes out. “I need more time with him.”

"The doctors will find out what has made him worse." Certainly he looked ill last night at dinner, but not on the verge of collapsing. It is beyond you to know exactly what to say, but you hold on to him with everything you have and let him breathe as best he can.

“Sí.” Javier nods and is eternally grateful that you are here with him. He doesn’t know what he would do if you weren’t, probably collapse into a pile of worry and fear. “They must. Few know of his condition as it is, but his doctor is here.”

You are used to waiting hours for news from medical staff even in the case of an emergency. This is not, apparently, how it works when you are royalty. Or perhaps when it is just this specific situation. When the door to the room where you are sitting with Javi reopens some half an hour later, Julius and the silver haired-doctor are accompanied by another man – a physician in scrubs who looks like he has just aged a decade in the last hour. “Your Highness.” The man bows his head deeply, regret and respect lying heavily on his shoulders.

Javi knows that his father is either gone, or there is no hope, just from the tone of the man’s voice. He stands and takes a moment to roll his shoulders back, taking a deep breath as he walks towards the trio. “Sí?”

“It was a blood clot that caused the heart attack.” Despite being almost twice the prince’s age, the man seems reticent to make eye contact, and it is no wonder. No physician ever relishes delivering news like this to a family. Least of all when your patient is the king. “We detected a second very near to his lungs.” He swallows, hands already wrung out with worry. “But the king’s heart is already failing. I—I am afraid I cannot even guarantee that he will make it back to the palace before he passes.”

“I see.” It’s a miracle that Javi didn’t fall to the floor at the news, perhaps he has already accepted the fact that his father was going to die today. “If the king cannot be transported, he should stay and be made as comfortable as possible.” Javi tells the doctor. “Is he awake? In pain? Does he know?”

“He is awake.” The royal physician nods solemnly. “And mostly aware. Though he has been given an appropriate dose of medication to manage his pain.” With a nod to the door, all three men bow their heads. “He has asked for you, your Highness.”

“Take me to him.” Javi turns back towards you and reaches out his hand for you to join him. He knows you will come, and that you will make the king happy when he sees the ring on your finger.

The group of you is formidable as it moves down the hallways, turning together down a long passage and coming to a stop at a doorway blocked by two uniformed palace guards. They instantly move out of the way for Javi and the door is opened, allowing your party inside. The king in a hospital bed is not a sight anyone relishes. He is pale and visibly weak but seems to be aware as he turns his head slightly to see his son walk into the room.

“Papa.” Javi rushes forward with you, not caring about royal protocol. He cares about spending the last moments with his dying father.

“Mijo.” The pain of breathing has been eased by medicine, but it lurks somewhere in the background like a knowing predator. “Let Julius help you. Papers in,” He breathes deeply and it is obvious how much effort it takes. “My desk.”

Javier nods, reaching out and taking his hand. “I will.” He promises him. “I will make sure everything is exactly how you would wish it.” He knows that he has long disappointed his father, but he won’t let him down now. He wants him to have peace in his last moments.

“Be careful—” Miguel coughs, the inelegant force of it shaking his body. “With trust.” It is not precisely what he means but the medicine makes out frustratingly difficult to think of the right word to use and he frowns slightly. “Choose one person to tell your secrets.”

Javier frowns slightly and nods. He’s already decided to trust you and motions behind him to beckon you closer. “Mamá was your confidant.” He knows that because she had told him so as a little boy. “I will choose my wife, my queen as well.” He takes your hand when you stand beside him and pulls it forward gently. “It is done, papá.” It doesn’t matter that he still needs to formally propose, he wants his father to know that he is taking his future role seriously.

“You.” The king looks up into your face with such utter seriousness that you stand stock still in the face of it. “You will not fail my son.” It is clear it is an order, but somehow there is an edge of fear in the thought, as if he simply has forgotten – or maybe never knew – how to plead.

“No.” Shaking your head, your other hand goes directly to Javi’s shoulder and squeezes it reassuringly. “I won’t. I promise.”

“She has chosen her ladies-in-waiting.” Javi assures him. “She had chosen well, and will be well served for the crown and our people.” He smiles. “You have done well for me, father.”

“Stay.” Again the order seems like it might have once been a request, but the king has long forgotten how to make them. Instead he holds his son’s hand with what strength he has left and shakes with the effort of a breath. “Stay.”

“I am not leaving you, Papa.” Javier chokes out, tears swimming in his eyes. He’s not a doctor but he can tell that his father is about to draw his last breath. In just the last few moments his breath has become rattled and his skin taking on a waxy appearance. “Never. I am here.”

It will be recorded in King Miguel’s story that his last thoughts on this Earth were of his wife – the way he gasped her name before exhaling deeply one last time making you so utterly sure that he must have seen here there in front of him in the room even as he held Javi’s hand. Long silence in the space seems to have swallowed the hearts of every witness: the doctors present alongside Julius, yourself, and Javi all sharing a moment of contemplative grief in the room with the now deceased monarch.

Until Julius’s deep voice vibrates softly through the space. “The king is dead. Long live the king.”

Javier’s eyes close and he swims in his grief for a moment. Allowing himself to grieve his father, despite the monumental moment that is the beginning of his reign. “King Miguel rests. His reign is over.” He murmurs quietly, leaning in and kissing his father’s hand.

“God save the King.” Is a mighty sentence to be heard spoken by the men surrounding you, and you find yourself murmuring the words along with them like you have been swept up in the tide of the moment. It is as heartbreaking as it is groundbreaking, but you stand back and let Javi absorb it for himself for now.

Javi stands and lays his father’s hand over his chest. His shoulders roll back, and he straightens before he turns around. His eyes are still grief stricken, but his face is composed. “Handle his body with care.” He instructs the doctors, “thank you for your efforts in making him comfortable.” He tells the doctors before he steps closer to shake their hands.

The transformation is, sadly, one you think that his father would have been proud of. To see gentle, hopeful Javi feel the burden of the world on his shoulders only solidifies your resolve to be by his side. You listen as Javi gives his thanks and instructs again that the late king’s body be delivered to the palace with care.

“We will, your Majesty.” The doctor who had worked on the king nods and he slips out of the room to inform the discreet staff of the procedures.

Javi turns towards Julius. “My father’s statement, have someone bring it to me immediately. I wish to release the announcement within the hour.”

"If you would prefer to make the address from the palace, I will have your valet meet you with your change of clothes in your office." It is his now, as the office that once belonged to King Miguel has instantly become his son's. "I have an electronic version of the statement for you to read in the car, your Majesty." A few strokes of his fingers on his smartphone and the file is instantly sent to Javi's phone. That is all it takes these days. Julius had always had electronic copies of things kept at the ready even though the late king preferred paper.

“I believe that it would be fitting to have the address be from the office,” he agrees. “Have the mirrors covered with black drapes and find the official photograph from my father’s sapphire jubilee.” He orders Julius. “I will read the speech in the car and make any adjustments I see fit.”

"Yes, your Majesty." This transition may have come sooner than Julius had expected, but he is grateful to see that the prince's first steps as a king are outwardly smooth and confident – even if he does not feel it in himself yet. After a few keystrokes on his phone, no doubt sending directions to the staff at the palace to have things ready for the new king's arrival – the older man turns his head to you. "Flores has things ready for you on our arrival, your Highness. It would be prudent to report to your suite immediately, change, and be on hand for the king's address."

"Perfectly right." It is the thing that will benefit Javi the most, and that is what you're here for.

“Julius.” Javier turns towards the man who has advised his father for years in an unofficial capacity as his personal secretary. “I would like you to stay on in my staff.”

If he was expecting it or not, the small and nearly pleased small that graces the man's face temporarily is full of gratitude. Some new monarchs replace an entire palace staff in order to have things their own way. It seems the new king will not follow that path, and Julius nods deeply as you walk together. "It will be my honour, your Majesty."

Javi turns towards you, and takes your hand. “I do not want the joy of our announcement to detract from the nation’s mourning.” He explains quietly. “However, I want you there with me.”

"Perhaps having a new beginning to look forward to will ease the pain that comes with mourning." You hold onto his hand tightly, offering him the supportive smile that no one else around you can muster at the moment. "I'll be right beside you. I'm sure whatever Flores has picked out will be appropriate and I can be shown to your office immediately." Having promised him that he wouldn't have to do any of this alone, you intend to keep your word.

“Thank you.” His hand squeezes yours and he sends you a grateful smile. “This is not how I wished today to go, but I am grateful you are here with me.”

“Nothing is ever exactly as we plan it.” He is holding the hand is adorned with his mother’s ring, and the metal bites into both of your hands ever so slightly. Like the physical representation of the promise that binds you together. “But I would not be anywhere else.”

“I appreciate that.” Javi murmurs seriously, reaching up to cup your cheek gently. “Let us go prepare the country for bad news.”

******

The drive back to the palace is not quite as efficient as it was to the hospital, but when you return there is an air of questioning about nearly everything. Of course no one has been told much of anything beyond Flores and Javi’s valet having prepared mourning clothing, but you give his hand a squeeze in the hallway before you leave him to change your clothes. “I’ll be with you soon,” you promise, the look of solemn seriousness on both of your faces sure to alert some eagle-eyed staff to what is to come. “As quickly as I can be.”

“Take your time.” He insists. “Take a moment, I know it’s hard to deal with.”

“I’ll take a moment later, when we can take one together.” Your hand is on his cheek like his was on yours earlier, and you would kiss him if things were less public or less strained. But for now you swipe a bit of moisture away from his eye. “I will meet you in your office, and we will do this together.”

“Thank you.” He murmurs softly, showing his uneasy emotions to you for the first time since he has immediately become king. Unsure of why he has someone so amazing in his corner, it bolsters his confidence.

“You’re going to be wonderful, querido.” Something instinctive tells you that. A certainty you can’t name. “Go with Julius and change your clothes. Fix your speech. I’ll be back to you before you even remember I’ve gone.”

He nods once and turns on his heel to follow the man who is now his personal assistant through the wing to get to his rooms. Although he will be moved into the king’s chambers after the funeral.

As quickly as you can move down the hall to your suite without drawing attention to yourself, you’re eternally grateful to find Flores in your sitting room with your jewelry box when you come through the door. “We need to be quick,” you tell her, already unpinning the hat you had been wearing all day before now.

“Yes, your Highness.” She quickly takes the hat from your hand and moves to your dress and unzips it. There can be no modesty between you and your lady’s maid. “I have a Dutti black sheath dress laid out for you.” She explains. “They are a Spanish designer but have a design branch here in Mallorca.”

“I should not be surprised that things have already been acquired for me, should I?” No doubt the late king had your sizes on file and things ordered as soon as he sent for you. He was an efficient man and that was a virtue for him in his position. “Is it appropriate to work out of my own jewelry box for now? It’s not unlikely that the king will want me beside him when he makes his address, and I don’t know if having me in borrowed jewels right away would be seen as the appropriate choice or like an American is barging into the palace head first.”

“The piece from the royal family you are wearing will be very visible, but there is also a selection of jewelry that King Miguel, may he rest, had pulled to round out your welcome wardrobe.” She explains. “He had known you would pick your own style, but he had ordered that this be made available to you as a working example.”

“Flores, you’re invaluable.” As soon as your bright, floral sundress can be whisked away, her capable hands are directing you into a sleek black sheath dress that will hit just below your knees and make you look suitably official for your first appearance as the Princess of Mallorca.

Unlike other kingdoms, who might only have given you the title once you were married to Javi, here it is bestowed on the woman who is to be married to heir to the throne. There will be a small ceremony at some point – you have no idea when – where Javi sets a tiara on your head for the first time. And then you will be the Crowned Princess of Mallorca – the future wife of the king. It’s all based in medieval traditions and regulations, but since you have spent most of your lifetime making yourself aware of the traditions, at least you know what is coming.

“I think…before we get into the crowned jewels…there is something in my jewelry box I would prefer to wear.” Looking up at her in the mirror, the dress is immaculate but your eyes land on your maid’s face. “There is a little silver box that has a pair of pearl earrings and a matching bracelet. They were a birthday gift from the late king. It…would be nice to honor him that way.”

That would be perfect and the way Flores smiles and nods shows you that. “It would be most fitting, your Highness.” She agrees and moves towards the box that had been unpacked that contains your jewelry. “Shall we reset your hair or just your makeup?”

“Just makeup, I think.” The hat you had been wearing had the virtue of being small and not making much of an impact on the way she had styled your hair this morning. “I have no idea what the rest of the day will hold but it would be best to do something neutral, I think. Soft.”

“Yes.” She nods and gives you a small smile. “We will make you look both strong and soft. A welcomed haven for our King Javier.”

“He’s doing well so far.” For as few orders as he has had to give so far, he has been level-headed, reasonable, and gracious. “One of the most difficult days of his life and he has been nothing but kind to everyone around him.”

“He is a good man. A kind one.” Flores nods in approval. “Unlike some, he does not take the staff for granted or abuse them.”

"As long as we are on the topic." You have a feeling that you know precisely who she is talking about, and glance up at her again as you sit in the vanity chair for her to touch up your make up. "I know there hasn't been much time, but have the Countess and Dama Maisie been able to settle in?"

“They have, your highness.” She informs you with a small smile. “Unfortunately, the suite where the Count normally stays has been taken so he had decided to go back to his estate.”

"Oh, how unfortunate." But the knowing sparkle in each of your eyes when they meet in the mirror says otherwise. "I do hope the countess can be persuaded to find comfort and some relaxation without his presence."

“She seemed positively sublime when she was finished settling in and had a tea service sitting in front of her.” Flores giggles quietly.

"I am extremely glad to hear it." And really, you are. Whatever is happening with Gabriela and her husband, it cannot be allowed to get worse. A small shake of your head accompanies the thought and you reach for the earrings on the vanity in front of you while Flores attaches the bracelet to your wrist and hands you a soft, dusty rose shade of lipstick. "Shoes, and then I will be ready. Unless you see something out of place?"

“You look perfect, your Highness.” She tells you with a smile. “It is not the introduction I would wish for you to the country, but you will win their hearts with your respectful honor and kind heart.”

“I don’t think this is the introduction anyone wished for, but it’s the one we have so we must make the best of it.” That’s your mother talking, but you don’t mind it. Sometimes her voice comes through at the best of times.

There are a few extra touches, just to make sure that everything is perfect and then Flores steps back. “You are ready.” She announces with a nod of her head. “I shall walk you back towards the king’s office, unless you wish to go alone?”

"Between you and I?" You shake your head at yourself before smoothing your hand over the dress nervously. "I may get lost if you don't. It's a miracle I managed to find my own rooms on my own."

“It is confusing as first,” she agrees, quickly putting away the cosmetics and ushering you towards the door. “You will soon know it better than anywhere else you’ve lived.”

Setting off down the hall in all black does draw a bit of attention from those people who know who you are – but that number is still so slim that most of the palace staff still seems to considering you invisible. The five minute walk from the residential wing to the king's office is brisk, though, and the footman at the door is taking his job incredibly seriously today.

"The Princess of Mallorca." He announces in a somber and low tone, just as you walk past him.

Javier looks up from the speech and for a moment, he is breathless. You are dressed impeccably, not that he had any doubts that you would be. The dress is respectable and looks lovely on you. Standing, he motions you closer. “Come. I would like your opinion on the speech.”

"Of course." He has changed as well, as you knew he would. Gone are the linen shirt and loose pants that he had been wearing just twenty minutes ago and now he looks every inch a royal in a bespoke black suit. Even the square in his pocket is immaculate. Despite the tragic circumstances, he looks stunning.

He pulls out the seat for you, sitting you behind his father’s — his desk. “Please, give me your honest opinion.”

The page and a half long speech is eloquent, as you knew it would be, and concise. It addresses the handing over of power with clear love for the people. It assures of stability and continued progress. It even has a line deliberately mentioning the new king's intended which Javi has scratched at and edited in his own scribbling handwriting to include your name. It is very...official. And while that is not a bad thing, the bit of it with the most emotion seems to be the part that Javi has added in by himself. "You might make sure to mention that he passed peacefully," you suggest, indicating the paragraph where the late king's illness is mentioned. "It will give people comfort to know that he was not in pain or afraid at the end."

Javi nods seriously. “Yes, I will include that in the speech. Thank you.” Biting his lip, he looks around the office nervously. “Other than that, it sounds good?”

“Yes.” Your hand finds his on top of the desk and you repeat that gentle squeezing motion you’ve both become accustomed to so quickly. “It sounds very kingly. And comforting. The country may be shocked to learn of the loss but they should also feel like you have things under control, which is as close to perfect as we can hope for under the circumstances.”

As long as you believe in him, Javi feels like this might actually be possible. He’s not sure when you became such an important figure in his life, but it is clear that you are vital to his reign as king. “Then that is what we will go with.”

“Short and sweet, as we say in America.” You smile warmly, hoping to give him another moment of reassurance before Julius clears his throat politely.

“This will be an interruption of regular programming, sire, and it will be live. It will take only a few minutes to contact the news channels.”

“Okay.” Javier nods. “Make the calls. I want to be on the air in ten minutes.” He decides.

“Is there anything I can do besides be here?” Whatever he could ask, you already know you’ll do it. The deep initial connection between the two of you has been cemented in a way that no one could have guessed at but has so far made you nearly inseparable.

“Not that I am aware of.” Javi is grateful that you are so willing to jump in and do whatever is necessary. “Are you ready to become known as the Princess of Mallorca, officially?”

“I’ll do my very best to live up to the title.” Given that the last Princess of Mallorca was his mother, you don’t take the title or the responsibility lightly. “Perhaps tonight we can still enjoy a dinner together? Even if it isn’t as elaborate as what you had originally planned?” You know he’ll be exhausted emotionally and mentally after today, but the hope is to give him something to look forward to. A bright spot after a day that has held so much darkness.

“I think that would be nice.” Javi sighs softly. “It might be later than expected since I have to have a meeting with my cabinet and advisors.”

“You do what you need to do.” You promise him quietly. Julius is supervising the entrance of a woman with a television camera with the utmost seriousness and you wouldn’t want to distract him. “I still have an appointment to keep this afternoon and I have a few things to go over with Flores. When you’re ready for me, just call and I will be there.”

“Thank you.” Even though the woman is there, he’s leaning in to press a respectful kiss to your cheek, lingering slightly. “I hope you enjoy your appointment.”

"I think it will be significantly less nerve-wracking with Maisie and Gabriela there." Shifting away from his desk after you squeeze his hand tight in yours, you nod to the woman with the camera and Julius beckons you out of the way to stand by his side.

"If you would stay with me, your Highness," he murmurs quietly as the technician begins to set up the shot and speak to the king at his desk. "I believe it would do him well if he could see your face during the address. Sometimes the presence of the ones we love is all it takes to get through life's hardest trials."

Javi sits down behind the desk, fiddling slightly with his royal seal that is pinned to his suit jacket. He’s terrified that he will fail, but now the time has come that he cannot fail. The country is his to rule, the people his to care for.

A little fussing on the camera woman's part is all it takes, and the room is oddly full by the time the red light off to the right of Javi's desk begins blinking to signify the countdown to being on the air. A few members of the staff have filed in quietly behind where you and Julius are standing, silent as stagnant air but eager to witness this historic moment.

Once the light is solid, Javi begins to speak: “Today, I address you from the royal palace to bring you sober news.” He recites from the speech. “King Miguel has passed away peacefully this morning at eleven forty-three at the royal hospital following a medical event.”

The small group of people around you cross themselves or press their hands to their hearts. Even Julius nods his head. You never take your eyes off Javi, though, nodding to encourage him and breathing deliberately to remind him to do the same. The sort of things your mother used to do with your dad before campaign events.

“King Miguel led our country with compassion, wisdom and an infinite love for his people.” Javi praises. “His presence will be missed and our grief palpable as we move forward into a new time.”

He's doing so well. As far as you know it is the first televised speech Javi has ever made in his life and you give him a discreet thumbs up from behind the camera line.

“I understand that there will be worries about the future,” he personally shares those worries, but he can’t say that to the country. “Rest assured that the transfer of power had already been anticipated with the arrival of the Princess of Mallorca, future Queen.”

When he says your name you could not possibly stand any taller or feel any prouder. He had penned the words into the speech himself and the emotion behind them rings with intent, making your hand move to your chest with a very different feeling than everyone else in the room. Every end is also a beginning, and as devastating as that end may be for some, you cannot help but be excited for the beginning you and Javi face together.

“Tonight, we will remember King Miguel, celebrate his life and his reign over the people that he had dedicated his life in service to.” He looks into the camera solemnly and with a quiet pride. “He was a king, a leader, a diplomat, but he was also a man. A husband to his beloved wife and a father. The king took his last breathes with his wife on his mind.”

There is a shadow of a sniffle from behind you and one of the older members of the house staff crosses herself again. You can make out just the mouthing of a blessing from the corner of your eye. Queen Gloria was adored; you know that well.

“I will leave you with a message of hope and remembrance. Grief and joy. Mallorca is a strong nation and while we will remember King Miguel as one of the best monarchs of our illustrious history, the path forward will be forged on the service he has provided his people. Good day and God bless you all.” Javi signs off and holds the camera’s view until the red light goes dark.

You are the second to move, only stepping out from behind the camera when you see the woman operating it switch off the unit and look away from her monitor. "You did splendidly," you promise him, moving directly back to his side at the large mahogany desk.

His hand reaches for yours, for comfort and assurance. “Thank you. I was hoping that my voice was not wavering. I felt like I was about to cry.”

“No,” you shake your head. “Not wavering. You sounded moved, but not unsteady.” In fact, you smile at the honesty of the thought. “He would have been very proud.”

“You think?” He asks, his brows raised and his face nearly pleading with you to be serious. He still wants his father’s approval now, especially. He had left the care of an entire country in his hands. It was much more than a mere inheritance.

"I absolutely do." With no thought to the other people in the room, you bend down to leave a kiss on his cheek the way he did with you earlier. "That was a wonderful way to greet your people as their new king."

“I don’t feel like a king.” He admits with a rueful chuckle. “I thought there would be this moment where it just clicked, but there wasn’t.”

"Maybe there wasn't a time that you felt it." It is unexpectedly intimate, the way your fingers seems to develop a mind of their own and brush one tousled curl away from his forehead. "But the rest of us did." He had transformed almost instantly, and you had seen the different set of his shoulders and the way his head came up a little higher since then. "When you stood up from your father's bedside, every one of us in that room knew it had happened."

“My greatest fear is to let him…them—” he motions to the staff behind you and the rest of the kingdom. “Down.”

"That is not a bad fear to have, querido." You've settled into it. You like the little pet name for him and it seems as though he doesn't mind it either. "But we cannot let it make you too afraid to act. Be afraid, but do things anyway."

“You are very wise, margarita.” He murmurs, leaning into you for a moment and pressing his head to yours. “Very wise.”

“We both have things to do.” If you don’t remind yourself – and him – of that it would be all too easy to get wrapped up in each other. Instead you smile softly and let your hands linger on his arms for a second more. “But call for me and I’ll be there. Especially for our meal.”

“Sí.” He nods and would like to linger but Julius is giving him a discreet look. He needs to convene the council immediately. “I will see you later, Princess.”

Javi's day will be absorbed in policy and in ritual, but yours will be dizzying in a different way. Walking back to your suite, there is no mistaking the reaction that people have to you now. That broadcast went out to the entire country and as such the entire palace has been informed. King Javier I has stepped up to his responsibility and has announced the arrival of a new princess. You're met with bows and curtsies instead of disinterested looks, and the doors to your suite are opened for you a whole six feet before you could reach it yourself.

"Your Highness." Flores is beaming as she rushes towards you, her own station elevated by the news that you are the next queen of Mallorca, although she is more interested in your reaction. "How has the change been?" She asks. "Nearly instantaneous, sí?"

"Very much so." And as dizzying as that is, you are glad to see that Flores is only excited and nothing has changed here. Not in this room, at least. "How long do we have until the dressmaker arrives?"

"They will be here in ten minutes." She checks her watch. "Would you like to change into something else, or greet the dressmaker in your current outfit?"

"This will be fine." There is no need to change a third time only to have to essentially undress to be measured and fitted for new clothing. "Perhaps it would be prudent to have the Contessa and Dama Maisie brought in before her arrival?" You glance at the clock on the mantle across the sitting room and bite your lip when you look back to Flores. "And maybe a tray? I know teatime isn't exactly Spanish but we have all missed lunch due to the commotion."

"I can have a light fare brought in for you and your ladies, as well as the designer?" She asks. "Tapas?" She knows that today is a trying one for you and she wishes to make sure that you have everything you need.

"That would be wonderful." You have seen already how invaluable Flores is going to be to helping you navigate your way through things, but she seems to prove it continually. "I am..." You sigh, floundering as you look for the word, and ending up with just a shake of your head. "Scattered. I am scattered, I think." Without Javi to focus on, the threads of your concentration seem to just slip away like waves from the shore.

“You are not scattered.” She shakes her head and frowns at you. “You must select a personal assistant.” She reminds you. “Someone to keep your schedule for you and coordinate your needs.”

"I wish my brother was here," you admit quietly. "He would be able to manage everything beautifully." Despite your father's insistence that Sebastian would be a Senator just like him one day, you know your older brother. He is a far better hand behind the curtain than the man standing in front of it.

“The Princess can ask anyone to join her team.” Flores hums. “If your brother was willing, I know that there would be no reason to deny him. Although it is a very…personal position. Even keeping track of your menstrual cycle.”

For a second you almost ask why that would be necessary, but you swallow the question when you remember that royal heirs are a necessary part of the job. Because what you have isn't just a job. It is an entire life that is dedicated to an entire country. And just as Javi can't let them down, neither can you. "He has had to take care of worse," you acknowledge with a half-laugh. "I'm going to call him." The decision is instant, and you even feel a little lighter for it. "Would you be kind enough to see to a tray and have my ladies join me in a few minutes?"

“Sí, su alteza.” Flores nods and curtsies before she starts to hurry out of the room. She will make sure that the tapas will be enough to fuel you through the day and give you a selection of the chef’s specialties.

Taking a deep breath, you dig your cell phone out of the purse that you had left sitting on your vanity from this morning, and sit down in the beautifully crafted chair to select your brother's contact information and hit Send. As a staffer in your father's office you know he's busy, but hopefully not too busy to take a phone call. After all, two in the afternoon in Mallorca is 8 a.m. in New York City. He probably hasn't even left for the office yet.

“Hello?” He rattles off his name and title since he uses his cell phone for more business than anything else.

"Hey." You relax instantly at the sound of his voice. It's so easy to picture him standing in the living room of the apartment you shared until just two days ago, mixing his coffee. If you strain, you can even hear the spoon in his travel mug. "It's me."

“Hey!” His voice ticks up and he immediately stops to think about the time difference between him and you. “How is it going? The prince? Is he a jerk? Do you want to come home? I’ll hide you from dad and the whole Balearic Island kingdom.”

"Actually?" You sigh a little at the question. "He's a dream. Manners, romance, and insanely attractive to boot. I—" There's no use beating around the bush, and you don't really have time for it anyway. "Seb, his father died today. Barely two hours ago, actually."

“Oh god.” He’s not without compassion and he hums sympathetically. “I am so sorry. I— it hasn’t broken over here yet.”

"Javi just announced it on the air about twenty minutes ago." You're used to being close to a news cycle, but this is the first time you've ever been directly a part of a breaking story. "So, um...your sister is officially a princess... No doubt Dad will be annoyed that I told you first instead of him."

“What he doesn’t know.” Sebastian practically rolls his eyes through the phone.

Both of you laugh softly, knowing how true it is, and you nod against your phone. "I have a weird question for you, Seb."

“How weird could it possibly be?” He snorts. “You are in a modern day arranged marriage and it seems to be making you happy.”

"The thing is..." He's right, again, and you're glad for the little reprieve in what has been an otherwise stressful day. "There's a lot going on here. As I'm sure you can imagine. It's a lot to manage and my lady's maid is amazing but there are some things that are just...outside of her wheelhouse." For as composed as you have been with nearly everything else today, you are sitting at the vanity biting your lip as you tilt your head back and close your eyes. "I need to hire a personal assistant, Seb. And I honestly can't think of anybody who knows me better or can manage all the crazy stress better than you can. I mean hell, you've survived being Dad's assistant. There's no way literal royalty could be more demanding than that."

The pregnant pause on the other end of the line grows as Sebastian thinks. He knows the job would be stressful but rewarding. Plus, he would be able to see his sister, something he had missed in the short time you have been gone. Getting off dad’s staff would stop the comments about running for his seat when he’s ready to retire. “How soon would you need me?” He asks.

“As soon as you can get here.” The utter relief that runs through you has you sagging in your chair. “And if you decide you hate it or it’s too much, I will totally understand. But I—” You sigh down the line. “I really appreciate it, Seb.”

“Give me two days to settle my affairs here.” Already his mind is whirling and he’s making lists of things he needs to do. “I’m assuming the necessary visas will be available?”

“I’ll have Javi’s assistant make sure everything is in order, and we’ll send the jet for you.” The wheels in your mind start turning on other things, and you glance up at the clock again. “You’re the best brother in the world, you know that right?”

“Of course I am.” Sebastian chuckles, knowing you would say that regardless. “I’ll see you in three days, honey. Hold it together until I get there.”

"I'll get everything ready for you here." Whatever that will mean. But you'll find out from Julius everything that will be entailed. "I owe you, Seb. And I'll call Dad now so that you don't have to break it to him."

“Are you sure you want to do that?” He winces and figures that you are better off not dealing with the headache.

“How much yelling do you think there’s going to be?” You ask honestly, wondering if he might have a point. “I have an appointment in a few minutes.”

“Dad?” Sebastian snorts. “At least twenty minutes.” He rolls his eyes. “Plus a lecture and a tirade. You save yourself the trouble and I’ll tell him that I went to work for a Republican.” He jokes.

“You’ll be disinherited.” Huffing a laugh, you nod even though he can’t see you. “Thanks, Seb. And remind him before he decides to call and leave me a furious voicemail that I’m royalty now. So making me cry might be treason.”

He’s laughing as he says goodbye and hangs up, immediately calling his father to start the ball rolling on changing his entire life, just like you had. You calling him had been a godsend, he had been unhappy with his current direction and had no interest in running for office himself.

Your phone is barely down on the vanity when the doors to your suite open again, letting Maisie and Gabriela inside. They have changed into black clothing as well, in accordance with officially being a part of the royal household as of today, and you pull yourself up to standing when the door shuts again behind them. "How are you both doing?" You ask, not knowing how close either of them may ever have been to the late king.

“It is very sad.” Gabriela sighs and shakes her head. Even though she had been denied the pleasure of marrying Javier, she had tremendous respect for Miguel. “I think that the entire country will be mourning for a long time.”

"His reign was long and influential." Having taken the throne at just eighteen years old, being king was his entire life. And the people of the Balearic Islands would not soon forget him. "Although I am relieved to say that he was not in pain, at the end."

“Yes.” She agrees, nodding her head and folding her hands together in front of her body. “That is the most we can hope for.”

"Gabriella, if you need some time to yourself, I completely understand." Stepping closer to her, you don't want her to feel forced or invalidated in any kind of sadness she might be feeling. Especially when today has taken such a drastic turn.

“It is better to focus on the future than the past.” She smiles sadly and shakes her head. “Keeping busy will be good for me.”

“If you ever feel overwhelmed or like you need to have time to yourself, will you please tell me?” It can’t be something many princesses have ever said to their ladies, but if anyone expected you to be a ‘normal’ princess they have another thing coming altogether. “That is for both of you,” you insist, looking to Maisie as well.

“Thank you, your Highness.” Maisie nods. “I must ask, is there something you would like us to call you in private? Or would you prefer to keep to formalities?”

"I like nicknames," you admit, thinking fondly of even the few times that Javi has used your new pet name. "My mother called me Daisy, and I was always very fond of that."

She tilts her head and nods, smiling softly. “I like that. If you wish, it is completely acceptable for your ladies to call you by that.” She assures you. “Although, only in informal situations and when we are alone.”

"I would like that very much." In fact it's oddly comforting, and you're smiling when the door to your suite opens once more.

“Your Highness. My ladies.” Flores nods respectfully as she wheels a silver service cart into the room. Laden down with fresh squeezed lemonade, a pot of tea and three tiered displays of tapas for you to snack on while you are consulting with the dressmaker. “Please let me know if there is something you wish to have in addition to this.”

“Flores, you are a wonder.” Maisie hums happily.

“She is.” There is nothing that could possibly make you disagree with that, and you lend your maid a smile. “I called my brother, after we spoke. He’ll be here in a few days. Thank you for encouraging me.”

“That is wonderful.” She smiles and starts to set up the food and drinks. “José, the butler, will be escorting the dressmaker here when they arrive.”

"Then let us snack while we can." Maisie grins conspiratorially, shooting you a playful wink. "Before we must have ladylike manners again."

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[s-u-g-a-r-rush1997]

Here's an ask as old as time, Turbo x Carrie!reader. Reader is a "bad guy" in their game, acting rude and snobby one-screen, but when the arcade closes their a sweetheart. However, very few people outside her game know that since she stays in her game most of the time (save for some visits to TurboTime).

Then there's a huge dance where everyone from the arcade is invited but advised to dress up, the reader and Turbo go as a date, even winning Dance Royalty (akin to Prom King and Queen). But her reputation as the "bad guy" of her game ruins the fun because someone dumped a bucket of blood on her while she was on stage as a "prank", justifying that she was an obnoxious "bad guy" who needed to be humbled.

How would Turbo fare in this situation?

This one consumed me. It took so long to write because, for some reason, I just had to write out the specifics of the reader's story. Also, the show kept getting stolen by a random side character I made up because, well, you can't be a bad guy without a good guy counterpart, right?

It's a long one, too. Five pages on Google Docs - technically six, but there's barely a sentence on the sixth page so I don't count it.

That is to say, I thoroughly enjoyed it.

OH! And this is also technically the first time I've actually written out a kiss instead of just saying it happened, so congrats!

"Bad Guy" Reader Takes Turbo to a Dance and Gets "Carried"

Pairing: Turbo x reader

Rating: Mostly SFW - slight suggestiveness right at the very end

Warnings: Reader gets blood dunked on them. Generally can be read as gender neutral, but the Reader is called a lady at one point.

You carried yourself with a certain poise and grace. You turned your nose to the air as the hero approached, an ugly, arrogant smirk splitting your face.

“Your journey ends here, Hero,” you recited, the familiar words coming to you easily, “you will never save your precious friends. They’ll be trapped in stone forever, in a nightmare they can never wake from.” You laughed, continuing on in a sickeningly sweet tone. “Never dying, never falling ill. Is that not what you wanted, ungrateful child? I gave you what you asked for!”

With that, the scene ended, and the battle began. You danced and twirled, sending objects flying this way and that. The Nameless Hero  – or rather the player – did their best to dodge. As you took a sword swipe to the chest, the floor crumbled, platforms appearing around the stage. You levitated in the center, a myriad of objects from chairs to knives to, morbidly enough, statues swirling around you.

Just one last hit and you’d fall. You’d fall past the platforms into the depths below. And then, just as the player believed you dead and defeated, you’d burst back up. Your true nature would be revealed. Serpentine, with bright red scales and yellow eyes.

But that hit never came. A chair hit them instead, and they were the one that fell.

It was game over. A grim tune played in the background. A still image appeared, an illustration of their fate, of the fate of the player. The Nameless Hero kneeled at your feet, their head bowed in defeat, as still and gray as the statues their people had become. And then it was back to the title screen with a message to insert a new quarter.

You could hear the player cursing under their breath. They scoffed and left. The arcade was closing, anyway.

“That was some fight, huh Hero?” Your rude persona was gone now; there were no players watching now. “I mean, you really got thrown around there, but you almost made it to the third stage, so.”

The Hero stood up from where they had regenerated just as the stage reformed. Had they been designed with a pair of eyes, they might have been glaring at you from behind their bangs. Instead they just huffed and made a sour expression, tongue stuck out from between their lips and nose crinkled.

“You just had a bad player, is all,” you reassured them, “my boss fight isn’t so hard. I’m sure you’ll have lots of victories tomorrow, yeah?”

They tilted their head for a second before nodding slowly, placated. The Nameless Hero suddenly breathed in sharply. The corners of their lips twitched upwards.

“Are you that eager to kick my, ah, well.” You cleared your throat, chuckling when the Hero shook their head vigorously with the widest grin you’d ever on their face. “Did you want to spar, then?”

They grabbed a hold of your wrist, tugging you eagerly to the exit of the arena. For someone designed to be completely and utterly neutral, they could be quite insistent – then again, few characters actually matched their designed personality outside of working hours. You would know.

“Ah, wait,” you protested when they started dragging you back through the various levels, “we don’t have to rush!” They stopped, releasing your wrist. They gestured to themself, and to you, a wide sweeping motion from the top of your head to your feet. But it wasn’t quite clear what they meant.

“I know you’re eager to go.” You gently placed a hand on their shoulder, and they looked up, head tilted the way they liked to do when they found something irritating. “But we have time. You don’t have to drag me all the way there.”

The Nameless Hero seizes your face, a hand on either cheek. They squeeze, much to your bemusement, before pulling away. A single finger rises to their lips. They grab your wrist again, tugging you along a little less insistent than before.

Eventually, you make it back to level one. A sprawling town filled with statues of what used to be the townsfolk. Not really, though. They were never alive and they never would be. The still image at the end of the game, should the player win, was the only time they’d ever appear in any colors besides grayscale. And it was just that, a still image.

You were half tempted to protest again when the Hero led you back to the very beginning. But they didn’t try to lead you out of the game. Instead, they entered a house normally inaccessible to the player.

Half of the room was filled with platforms and inactive obstacles, the other half had been furnished by the Hero with stuff you recognized from various stages of your game. There was one lone enemy, a cockatrice, currently curled up on the Hero’s bed. The Nameless Hero shooed it away with a wave of their hand, the beast squawking indigently before finding a new perch atop a bookshelf. It was, you assumed anyway, an unused level.

Smiling, the Hero rummaged through their end table, throwing various trinkets out onto the bed until they finally found what they wanted. With a flourish they produced two bowties, one red, the other blue. They slapped it against their neck and, in a flash of light, their armor had transformed. Their armor had melted away in favor of a smart little vest and dress pants. They looked so proud of themself, and perhaps a bit smug, too.

“Alternate costumes?” you asked, and they nodded eagerly, shoving the red bowtie into your hands.

You smiled back and pressed your own bowtie against your neck. Alternate costumes were hard to get your hands on. You appreciated the gesture.

You didn’t like leaving often. You only ever left for one person; Turbo. And while he had agreed to be your date – your heart still fluttered nervously thinking about it – this wasn’t just a visit to TurboTime. It was a party to celebrate the anniversary of the entire arcade.

Everyone would be there, not just Turbo.

But it was also your first official date with Turbo and as nervous as you were, you didn’t want to miss it. “Let’s go ahead and get going early, yeah?”

The Nameless Hero grinned, taking you by the wrist again and dragging you off.

You got dirty looks when you reached Game Central Station. Not as many as your anxious brain had told you you’d get – there were a lot of new games with new people who didn’t know about your reputation yet. And most of the people that did know of you were distracted by all the pretty balloons and streamers GCS had been decorated with. They’d even put up a stage.

You hadn’t seen Turbo yet. You looked around for a glimpse of red and white, but you couldn’t find him.

A hand suddenly touched your arm. You whirled around, expecting to see the Hero, but they had left to find their friends. Instead you found a pair of familiar yellow eyes.

“Looking for me?” He was grinning like the cat that ate the canary, all of his yellow teeth visible. He had forgone formalwear in favor of his iconic tracksuit and helmet – though they looked quite a bit more clean than they usually did when he was fresh off the track. You almost wish he’d taken off the helmet, you quite liked running your hand along his thinning hair. Evidently he did too; most of your visits ended with the helmet off.

“Turbo!” You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Your forehead rested against his helmet. You were tempted to kiss him, but instead you just hovered awkwardly, lips inches away, uncertain.

“What, were you worried I wasn’t going to show up?” he teased. He pulled away, tugging you to his side. His hand rested against your hip.

“Ah, a little bit?” you admitted quietly, “I mean, I’m sure you’ve noticed I’m not exactly popular.”

He squeezed your hip, looking up at you with half lidded eyes and that wide grin. “I couldn’t do that to you.”  He leaned in close, tilting his head up slightly. “You are my number one fan after all?”

You snorted, “how do you know I’m your number one fan? The whole arcade loves you.”

You could feel his breath on your cheek, and his fingers on your hip tracing circles. “because you’re my favorite.”

“Oh.”

His grinned seemed wider, if that was even possible. How smug he must have been, to have turned your face such a vibrant shade of red. His hand slid up to rest comfortable on your waist, as you slipped yours around his shoulder. He led you towards the dance floor, stopping as he spotted someone he knew in a nearby group.

“Hey, Gene!” Turbo shouted rather loudly as the two of you approached.

The man turned around, a disgusted expression on his face. “What are you doing here?”

“I was invited,” Turbo said with a laugh, “and I brought a plus one, of course. Where’s your plus one?” Before Gene could argue, Turbo brushed past with an arrogant smirk. “It’s good seeing you again but I think I hear music, and I would love to take this lovely lady out for a spin on the dance floor.”

The two of you sped off without another word.

And, true to his word, as soon as the music started he took you for a spin. Truth be told, neither of you really knew how to dance. There were a lot of near-trips, stepping on each other’s feet, and stepping on other people’s feet. It was chaotic, especially with your date occasionally shouting out “Turbotastic!” when you spun particularly fast.

You were breathless by the time the two of you stumbled off of the dance floor. You giggled as you staggered over to the snack table, leaning against it as the dizziness passed. A cup was suddenly held out to you, the red liquid inside sloshing from how forcefully it was moved. Turbo had his face buried in his own cup, his cheeks flushed red. You took it from him gratefully. The cool liquid was soothing, and such a sweet fruity flavor too.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your sleeve. You wanted to say something, but you couldn’t find the words. He was silent too, swirling punch around in his cup. Your mouth suddenly felt dry, and you threw back the rest of your punch, setting the cup aside on the table loudly. Your heart was racing, you felt like any second now you’d fall over with how badly your knees wobbled, but you didn’t want to back down.

One of your hands grabbed the fabric of his tracksuit, the other cupped his cheek. Before you could lose your nerve, you just went for it. Turbo’s lips were chapped but warm. He tasted like punch. His hands were grabbing your shoulders like his life depended on it.

You both pulled away breathing heavily. His face was just as red as yours felt. He was smiling again, a bit of drool on the corner of his mouth.

The music cut out suddenly. You turned towards the stage, nearly slipping on the now wet floor. Something bumped against your foot, rolling away. There was punch on the floor, spilled from the cup Turbo had dropped when the two of you kissed.

You considered cleaning it up – you’d hate to see someone slip – but then someone started speaking.

“Hello?” A short man in a blue vest spoke just a bit too close to the microphone, “is this thing on?” He cleared his throat. ”Welcome to our third annual Arcade Anniversary Celebration. My name is Fix-it Felix from the game Fix-it Felix Jr. As many of you know, my game was one of the first to get plugged in.” He coughed, tugging at the collar of his shirt. “Now, without further ado, I would love to announce this year's Dance Royalty.”

No one really knew you outside your game, save for Turbo. You never really left, after all. While the stigma around villains had lessened somewhat, it was still difficult to be seen as anything other than evil. So imagine your surprise when the names you hear Felix call out are your own and Turbo’s.

You were in disbelief. Turbo nudged you to break you of your stupor, tugging at your hand to guide you towards the stage. The corners of your mouth twitched up in a smile. You felt warm and fuzzy as you stood beside Felix, clutching the hand of your date tightly. You couldn’t believe people actually–

Oh.

Red was a familiar color to you. It was warm to the touch, smooth like your scales during the final stage of your fight. Not cold, sticky, smelling like copper. There was so much of it. Soaked into your hair, your clothing. Red all over.

There’s a snicker from somewhere in the crowd, and a clatter from nearby. “Oh no.”

Felix is in front of you, hands hovering awkwardly like he doesn’t know what to do. “Oh, dear. Hold on, let me– maybe I should get you a towel?”

You want to curl up and cry. But there’s a hand on your shoulder, clasped tight enough to bruise.

“Shut up, Fix-it!” Turbo hisses, “of course you should get a towel!”

Turbo’s leading you away now. You can hear him cursing, but he’s not angry at you, right? No, of course not. He’s holding you so tightly. Close to his side. You look at him. The blood missed most of him. Specks of red here and there on his helmet and tracksuit. But where he’s holding you close is stained entirely in red.

You sniffle and his eyes are on you. “I’ll get you dried off.” His teeth are gritted, he looks furious, but he’s trying to keep his tone even. “Then I can help you home and we can get you out of that outfit. Maybe I’ll even draw you a bath.”

You breathe in sharply suddenly, wheezing out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob. “Is– is that an excuse to see me naked?”

Turbo wheezed, anger forgotten. A hyena cackle burst from his throat and you couldn’t help but join in. The two of you must have been a sight, covered in blood and laughing so hard you cried. And when you finally stopped, you noticed Felix standing there awkwardly, this completely blank expression on his face and you just lost it again. The towel hit Turbo in the face with a poomf, and you were suddenly finding it hard to breathe again.