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The King's Queen - chapter 8

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: E for Explicit! 18+ Word Count: 7k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this series: arranged marriage, age gap, classicism, cursing, food and alcohol, mentions of American politics, deceased parents* Unnecessarily sexy use of a mirror, lingerie, size kink, loss of virginity, praise/worship, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex Summary: The night is finally here, and taking the next step with Javi feels even more natural than you dreamed. Notes: Welcome back to the Balearic Islands and welcome to smut time! (Gif is representative of the vibe, not of reader's appearance.)

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7

The first people to rise from the dinner table are you and Javi, which is as it should be. Everyone is finished with their meal when the king is, and you are more than happy to leave present company tonight. You take Javi’s arm with a smile and say your good nights, sparing a sly smile for Maisie and Gabriela as you go.

“That did not seem as painful as I was expecting.” Javi admits with a reassuring pat to your hand. “Your father was more restrained, I think.”

“I don’t think he expected me to ever tell him no,” you admit softly. “I wonder if he was bitching to my stepmother about me in the stables because he knew he couldn’t do it at dinner.”

“If he was, we can find out, if you wish.” He tells you with a smirk. “The stables have cameras.”

“I honestly don’t know if I want that kind of knowledge.” You admit with a shake of your head. “But please. Less talk of my father and more of us? We weren’t parted long this afternoon, but I’d like to hear about your day.”

“Not another word.” He promises, smiling at you. “Julius had me read over more agreements. Sometimes I feel like all I do is sign things. I need a stamp with my signature.”

“If you had that, then anyone could sign your name.” An idea which is alarming for several reasons. “I know it’s tedious, querido, but it is important.”

“I know.” He sighs and shakes his head. “Anyway. What did you and your ladies do this afternoon? Your first official as Princess?”

"We talked about you a little." It makes you smile as he seems so surprised by that fact. "I went over a few things with Flores and Sebastian went over my schedule for tomorrow with me after he came back from the stables. It was...fairly uneventful." All accept the conversation with Maisie and Gabriela in your closet, but of course you don't want to give away the surprise they helped you plan for him.

“That sounds lovely.” Javi tells you with a smile, nerves settling in his belly as you approach your bedroom suite. “Although tomorrow the wedding planning begins, sí?”

"Sí." The planning will begin in earnest, and there will be so much to do that it makes your head spin a bit. Or perhaps that's the nerves of anticipation for tonight. You cannot truly tell at the moment. "Would you still like me to have two dresses, mi amor?" He had said so in your first conversation about the wedding, and if it is something he truly dreams of then you will make sure it happens.

“Only if you wish.” He doesn’t want you to feel like you have to. “I just know that the traditional wedding dresses of queens are not…” he struggles to find the right words. “Party ready.”

"Maisie has already been showing me examples of designs so voluminous I would take up half the room." It does make you giggle, though, and you hug his arm. "I'll talk to the dressmaker. See what she thinks."

“Whatever you want.” He reminds you, “Catherine’s dress was gorgeous and simple lines.”

"I'm afraid I might have a more...active imagination than the Duchess of Cambridge did." The grin you aim in his direction is only slightly guilty, not mentioning that you also do not have a fussy British granny to satisfy with propriety. There is only him and you, but you won't say it like that.

“Diamond encrusted trains?” He jokes as he stops in front of your suite door. The footmen are absent and he smiles at the way Julius took his wants to heart. He knows everything inside will be perfect.

"I'm not aiming to be Marie Antoinette." Diamond encrusted trains sounds like the latest Kardashian wedding dress, and you smirk. "But I do like a classic, princess-y ballgown."

“Then that’s what you should have designed.” He smiles again, imagining your first dance in a beautiful wedding dress. “If your dress is your dream dress, just wear it all night. I want you to be happy.”

"I have an idea, and hopefully it will be workable." Not thinking of anything but being alone with him, you push open the door to your suite and gasp the moment you step inside. There are stunning bouquets of multi-colored daisies dotted with red roses on every surface. Crisp white candles of all different shapes and sizes are lit in just as many places if not more, and you could swear that an ice bucket and tray of something are sitting across the room on the coffee table in your sitting area. It's a movie-perfect moment of absolute romance if you ever saw one before and you nearly sob at the sight of it. "Javi...you...did you do all of this?"

“The staff set it all up.” He ducks his head in embarrassment, wondering if it didn’t count because he had not placed the items in your room himself. “I know that we talked about tonight and…” He takes your hand and presses it to his mouth. “You deserve romance. For it to be something you remember, hopefully very fondly.”

“It’s beautiful, mi amor.” As nervous as you have been, something about all of it slips from your shoulders in the face of this much love. In the care he has taken and the thoughtfulness of wanting to make the night a complete experience. “And not something I am ever going to forget; I can promise you that.”

"Good." The relief makes his answer whoosh out, shoulders sagging slightly and his grin one of complete pride. Despite being king, being the most powerful man in the islands, he wants your approval. Your happiness. Guiding you into the suite, the door closes behind you and he examines the room with approval. The staff had outdone themselves under Julius's guidance and he will have to thank the man. But for now, he turns towards you. "There is champagne and strawberries." He tells you with a small smirk. "Tonight is just for us, and there is no right or wrong here. Whatever you wish, nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of, Margarita." He wants you to know that he's not going to believe that you have to act a certain way or do certain things just because you are a Princess. You are a woman. One who deserves to have her every sexual desire fulfilled by the person you love. Him.

“It is for both of us, isn’t it?” Your arms slip around his waist to keep him close, feeling suddenly as though it is vitally important to be touching him at all times. Feeling as though if you let go, you may burst. “I…have a surprise for you also…though it is slightly less impressive and much less grand than all of this.”

“For me?” He’s surprised that you would do anything for him, his brows arching up. “Amor, you did not have to do anything for me.” He quickly assures you, hoping you are not panicking and making things up.

“It’s…small…” The smirk that forms on your face mostly has to do with how petite the lingerie Maisie gave you actually is. It barely covers anything at all. “But I think you’ll enjoy it.”

“Anything from you I will love.” He promises, cupping your cheek gently.

“Then I think we should pour some champagne.” With the thought he put into this, it would be a shame not to sit along at the beautiful flowers and share a drink before moving forward with the night.

Delighted that you seem to like his surprise, Javi guides you over towards the champagne bucket. Pulling the bottle from the ice, he makes quick work of popping the cork and pouring two flutes. “To the beginning of our intimate journey.” He toasts.

“And the rest of our lives.” You tap your glass against his, the distinct tinkling assuring you that you’re drinking from crystal tonight.

Javi takes a sip, smiling at you and then he bends down to pick up a strawberry off the tray so he can hold it up to your lips for a bite. “Try the strawberry with this champagne.” He urges, noticing that Julius had outdone himself. There are plain strawberries and then some that are dipped in chocolate.

For all the decadent combinations you may have tried in your life, this is not one of them. It’s doubtlessly your imagination that makes the strawberry the sweetest you’ve ever tasted and the richest chocolate, too. It’s your imagination that makes the taste of the champagne around them transform, but even so you’re practically giggling with delight at the discovery of how perfect one makes the other — both enhanced tenfold when you have them together. “That’s amazing,” you hum, careful not to drip on yourself in any way whatsoever, and grinning like the lovestruck girl that you absolutely are.

The heated gaze that Javi gives you isn’t the calculated one the playboy prince might have given the object of his interest. It’s the look of a man completely in love with the woman in front of him. He hums, setting his own champagne flute down to cup your cheek. “Let me taste.” He murmurs, right before his lips descend on yours.

And all at once, there might as well not be anything else in the room — no furniture or flowers or paintings or treats — because nothing else in the entire world matters besides him. Javi licks into your mouth and you sigh for him, letting him explore you easily and remapping every inch of his mouth while your tongues dance and tangle together in earnest worship. He doesn’t move from kissing you. Content to spend the rest of his life right here with his lips on yours. Holding you close, he can feel you start to tremble in his arms.

It’s overpowering in the best way possible, and with your knees literally shaking and threatening to come out from under you, you grip his shoulders that much harder. There’s something thick and magical and true in the air between you tonight and it has you moaning softly into his kiss as you pull him closer.

Javi doesn’t want to breathe. Everything and everyone beyond the doors to this suite fade into obscurity and he tilts his head, deepening the kiss slightly.

Without being entirely sure how you got there, you can feel the wall at your back. The blanket over your senses that Javi has pushed everything else out of your awareness and you could not care less in this moment. All that matters is him — is now. The way he tilts his head and the way he grasps at your frame. The way you’ve already forgotten where you left your drinks. The way the candlelight makes both of you glow even though no eyes are open to see it.

“I love you.” He promises again as he manages to pull his mouth away from yours.

“I love you.” It can never be said enough, and his beautifully flushed cheeks and heavy eyelids make you grin unrepentantly. “More than I thought possible.”

“You will let me know if you want to stop.” It’s not a command, it’s not a question. It’s a fact in his mind. If you want to stop, you will say something. “Or if there is something you do not like.”

“And so will you.” Although you highly doubt either of you will stumble on that circumstance tonight, if he should decide his grief is still too strong, you want to make sure he knows you are willing to stop any time.

The thought of tonight had fueled him through the paperwork after your coronation ceremony. He picks up your hand and starts to kiss up your arm. "Never." He drops another kiss higher. "In." Kiss. "A." Kiss. "Million." Kiss. "Years." Kiss. "Amor." Kiss.

"Javi." Gently picking his chin up with two fingers, you press a kiss to his lips when his head is level with yours again. "Take me to bed, amor."

"I can do that." Javi isn't a virgin, but he's aware that your first time should be special. Sighing softly as he takes your hand and guides you towards the large bed that the two of you have been sharing. Now, it will be used for something more than cuddling and sleep. "Turn around, Margarita."

Doing as he asks, you shiver with your back to him. Giving him power over the situation would be scary if it was anyone else but with Javi there is only trust and anticipation. Whatever happens next, it starts with heated kisses and the feeling of his broad hands caressing your skin. "I'm going to untie your dress." Javi hums, his hand sliding over your shoulder and across your chest to where the tie is fastened. "Look across the room." He whispers in your ear. "The mirror."

"Shit Javi..." You would tell him that there is no need to seduce you. That you already want him enough to have no reservations about this. But the second you look up and find his eyes watching you in the mirror, you're mesmerized. Suddenly there are no protests, only a thick swallow of air and a soft nod of your head that tells him you will follow his instructions to the letter tonight.

"My beautiful Princess." He murmurs in your ear, smiling at the fascinated look in your eyes, the darkness in them. "I want you to see how I see you. See how wonderful you are."

"The only thing I see is you." And maybe it's cheesy, but it's true. Despite most of his body being behind you in the mirror, all you care about is watching him. His smile is shy, almost bashful as he starts to pull your dress loose. Untying it and sliding his hand underneath the material to push it off one shoulder.

Even though you went through quite a bit of gleeful planning to make sure he would have something beautiful to see under your dress, you're still nervous. Alright, you're borderline terrified. But despite that, you help his hand slide the dress away from your shoulders and force yourself to watch his reaction in the mirror – hoping that he at least likes what he sees.

“Margarita.” He breathes out your nickname in awe when the delicate, see through, pale pink lace of your lingerie is revealed. “You– you wrapped yourself up for me like a treasured gift.”

“Surprise,” you huff softly, feeling your cheeks burn at the wonder in his expression. The awe in his eyes is impossibly endearing.

“I am constantly surprised by how wonderful you are.” Now he lets the dress fall to the floor, groaning when he sees your full body in the mirror. “Te amo.”

“Te amo.” If he didn’t have you in precisely the position that he wanted in this moment, you would have whirred you around to kiss him instantly. As it is, his hands start to roam, making you gasp when he touches the most sensitive places on your skin and swallow the sighs of longing while you wait for him to touch more. “I’ve thought about this more than you might think.” He groans in your ear. “Since that first night. I had hoped this is where we would end up. Naturally.”

“And here we are.” His fingers glide down your arms to let his hands rest on your hips for a moment. “Just where we were meant to be.”

“Just where we were meant to be.” He drinks in the sight of the lingerie and he twitches in his pants. “Did you wear this on purpose or do you normally wear things like this?” He asks softly. He had always given you time to change before coming over to your room to sleep so he wasn’t aware.

“I’ve never worn anything like this before in my life,” you admit softly, feeling a little embarrassed about it but that’s overridden by how much he seems to like it. “This is just for you, amor.”

“You look beautiful.” He promises breathlessly. “But you look beautiful all the time.” His hands slowly slide over your skin, worshiping you with a gentle touch.

“You’re always so handsome…” Little touches leave you breathless tonight, the anticipation building right down to your bones. “I’ve always thought so. Since…since the first time I saw your photo.”

Javi is proud that you find him appealing. His hands continuously moving as he maps your body. Despite holding you every night, he had kept his hands in respectable places. Now, he can indulge. “You are like a goddess, an angel that tempts me and soothes me.”

Gently, almost afraid to spoil the moment, you turn carefully around in his arms and reach first for his tie. Slow, seductive, and incredibly romantic is a wonderful tempo for this night, but you want to have him on the same page as you.

Javi watches you as you start to pull his tie free. Giving you leave to do whatever you want with him. He’s yours and you are his. That is what the two of you have promised each other. “What do you want tonight, amor?”

"Just you." It's the truest answer to the easiest question he could possibly ask, and when you pull the silk tie from the collar of his shirt, you drape it carefully over your nightstand and turn back to him to take the cufflinks from his shirt before you unbutton it.

There is something poignantly intimate about being undressed. Certainly it has happened before, but this time strikes a chord inside him. The desire and love are equal in the depths of your eyes, and it makes him shudder in pleasure as your fingers graze his body had the buttons slip from their slot.

It is certainly more careful work to undress Javi, his suits always being carefully styled and meticulously tailored, but you don’t mind. It’s almost the opposite, actually. The privilege of being the one to be allowed to undress him practically makes you shiver with anticipation.

He can’t be passive. Now when you are looking like that and gazing at him like he’s Adonis. Reaching up, his hands slowly slide up your stomach, hovering just below your breasts, looking so mouthwatering in their lacy cups.

“You’re allowed to touch,” you remind him with a small laugh, wondering if he is as nervous as you are from the way he’s hovering but not quite crossing the line yet.

“That’s good, Margarita.” He hums softly. “I want to touch you, want to make you feel good.” His hands move up and cup you, groaning slightly.

As gentle as he is, that first little bit of truly intimate contact is divine as you peel his shirt away from his shoulders. He’ll have to take his hands off you to fully take it off, but you don’t want that yet. You want him to explore any way he wants…so you reach for his belt buckle with shaky hands instead.

“You’re so gorgeous.” He rasps out. “I feel lucky, undeserving of your love. Your touch.” He wants to make sure you know how much he is in awe of this moment.

“Undeserving?” No, you can’t agree with that. Instead you lean forward and press your lips to his as you slide his belt open. “Mi amor, you deserve the entire world.”

“I don’t know if that is true.” He huffs, cock hard and aching as your fingers move to the clasp of his suit pants. “You deserve a night you will never forget.”

“Then I already have everything I deserve.” Before you touch his zipper, though, you look up for one last moment of confirmation before completely undressing him. If he changes his mind at any point you will respect it, and that includes right now.

He nods quickly, knowing that he needs you to set the pace. This is your first time and he will let you have anything, do anything you want with him. “Go on, amor.”

It’s not as though you’ve never seen a man naked. And not as though you’ve never done things before. But Javi is different. He is important. He is the rest of your life. And you love him so much more than you thought would ever be possible. When you strip his pants away the pair of charcoal gray boxer briefs underneath leaves very little to the imagination, and your pussy clenches at the first glance of your hand over the front of his briefs when you pull his pants down.

“It helps.” He tells you with a small smirk. “The crown did not wish to have a camera on my pants when I was attending events.” He explains.

“So they have your pants taken out?” The realization that he has to be dressed specifically to hide how big his dick is, is a very interesting one indeed. One that has you sputtering slightly and makes your cheeks even hotter.

“Along with making sure that my penchant for not wearing underwear is kept to the family wing of the palace.” He isn’t joking, but it is amusing, remembering that conversation with his father.

“Javi.” You can’t help but laugh at that, the giggle built out of you with absolute disbelief. “You’re ridiculous, mi amor.”

“As long as you don’t believe I’m boring.” He hums, smirking at you and biting his lip when your fingers slip under the band of his boxers.

“Never.” The deep breath you take before peeling away his boxer briefs is really just for your own fortitude. Apparently, up to this point, you had only been with boys. Javi is…mouthwatering. And all over again you have no trouble believing anything you ever read about him as the playboy prince.

For his own part, Javi is nervous. Wondering what you might think of him. Hoping that he measures up to whatever expectations you have about him. He twitches slightly in the cooler air of the room, released from the confines of his briefs.

“You’re an absolute dream, mi amor,” you assure him, seeing the nerves written all over his face. Instead of going down to your knees, which is the first instinct you have, you stand up straight again and put both your arms around him, drawing him in close to be able to just hold each other for a moment and share a kiss. It’s clear you’re both anxious but eager and you let your hands map his torso and hips for a moment while you pour your reassurances into an increasingly deep kiss.

He had never known he would be so nervous when being with the woman he would marry. It’s almost as if he were a virgin himself, but the nerves melt away into the kiss and he starts slowly becoming bolder in his touch.

While the moans that he drags from your throat may have started out polite, they are definitely not anymore. They’re hungry and needy, coming from deep in your chest or even down around your belly where his cock is currently trapped between your bodies. No matter where the sound originates — it might be your toes for all you know — it shifts slightly when you start to step backward, knowing the side edge of your bed is only a few feet away.

“You wish to lay down?” He is more assertive right now, but he still checks in. Wanting to make sure you are ready to lay down.

“I think we’ll be less nervous,” you admit, even though the thought feels silly out loud. “We’re used to being in bed together.” That’s a good point. Javi guides you back to the bed and follow you as you lay down, kissing you as he kneels and crawls with you, his cock bobbing heavily between you.

Every piece of Javi’s clothing is discarded now, and you feel acutely aware of the lingerie that still hugs your finger. It’s far more than just the pinky ring left touching Javi’s finger, but it seems to be something he likes a whole lot so you’ll let him decide when it comes off.

“If I could paint, I would paint this moment.” Javi wonders, his lips against your throat and up your jaw. “Capturing it forever, mi amor.”

“This is only for you, mi amor.” One of his hands cradles your cheek and the other is slowly tracing your side, and you shift to urge it downward without rushing him. “There should be something that is just for us.”

“Oh, I did not mean that anyone would see it.” He huffs, smirking down at you in almost gentle lust. “It would be locked away where only I could view your beauty. Remember that I have a literal angel as a princess.”

“It wouldn’t be very angelic…” you hum, laying kisses along the hollow of his throat. “To let you paint me naked, mi amor.”

“I should take you to our museums.” He chuckles. “Plenty of nude angels frolicking.”

“Maybe we’ll find it inspiring?” You tease, sighing softly when his hand finds your thigh and his thumb grazes the soft skin so close to the silk and lace covering your core.

“I’m going to taste you, mi amor.” He hums as he rubs soft, enticing circles over your thigh before moving his thumb over a fraction of an inch to press against you through the lace. “I’ve imagined tasting you at least a thousand times since meeting you.”

“Javi.” His name is a bare, plaintive whisper, but that’s mostly because he’s taken your breath away about a dozen times already tonight. His sweet touches are growing bolder every moment and if you melt into the bed never to be heard from again, it will be worth every second. “Whatever you want, mi amor. I’m yours.”

“You are mine.” He groans. “Just like I am yours. And I take care of what is mine.” The little clasps of the lingerie make getting to your covered cunt easy, unhooking them to expose your folds to his hungry gaze. “Beautiful.”

It might have been fussy to get into, but Javi clearly has no problem peeling away the fabric covering those few last places on your body, and you swear that you might spontaneously combust just from the wash of hot breath over your sensitive skin. "Yours," you breathe out, watching every tiny movement. "Te amo."

“Te amo.” The sentiment, the promise, is whispered out right before his mouth descends on your most intimate places. The king gorging on his queen to be.

Instead of a shock or a jolt, you melt even further into the bed, moaning softly as your eyes flutter closed for one long moment before you pry them open again to watch everything. Javi’s mouth is bliss. Quick flicks where they feel best and long laps when that is exactly what you need. It has you twisting underneath him in no time, fingers tangling in the sheets and breath coming in needy pants.

You are so soft, so responsive to him. Giving him wordless praise as you move under his touch. Javi's touch stays soft, grip light as he lets you move your hips as you feel like you need to. Not anchoring you down, but allowing you both to drift along the bed.

Your fingers comb through his curls, not pulling or scratching but anchoring you to him in one more place. Since you’re always feeling like you could float away, an anchor seems like a good idea.

Javi has always been a giver, the love 'em and leave 'em playboy image had been crafted by the press, in their attempt to scrounge for whatever tidbits of information they could. All of his previous lovers had been bound by non-disclosure agreements, a necessity so there weren't interviews talking about the future king's prowess as a lover. If interviews had happened, they would have said that Javier was generous, slightly submissive and intimate every time he had touch one of them. Now, with you, he's even more so. Wanting his future queen to luxuriate in his arms, in his bed, to be pleased enough that you would never seek solace somewhere else.

Having had every intention of watching him as he indulges in you, his attention is too sweet. It comes in waves too strong to deny. The overwhelming pleasure has you closing your eyes and moaning softly so that it's just for his ears. It's extraordinarily indulgent and so intensely romantic that if your whole body wasn't on fire from pleasure you might be tearing up over how loving he is.

Javi hums into you, taking your sounds greedily and keeping them for himself. Memorizing how you sound, how you look this first time together.

The vibrations roll through you, every sound from his lips increasing the pleasure and caring you off on an absolute cloud. The coil in your core is starting to tighten too quickly and you know that as much as you want this to last forever, there will be so many more nights like it to come. And for that matter? This night has only begun.

Javi's fingers caress your skin, sliding over the slopes and planes, reveling in the divots and creases. Coming underneath his tongue and circling your entrance lightly.

Pants and whines come with your twisting body, back arching and eyes popping open to not only be as close to him as possible but to watch the exact moment that your body gives in to pleasure. The way his eyes have darkened with desire but never leave you gives you an extra shiver of arousal that rolls all the way through your body even as you cum.

This is moment where you are completely his. This moment. When your eyes burst open even wider than before and your entire body lurches up in pleasure as you start to come apart for him.

“Fuck, Javi!” When you can finally take a deep breath again, you comb your fingers through his hair and whimper into the candlelit night. “You’re incredible.”

He hums, deflecting the praise even as he preens. “You are incredible.” He insists. “So responsive.”

"And you're the one who gave me something to respond to." You won't let him wiggle out of accepting your praise, even if you're feeling too limp at the moment to wag a playful finger at him.

"Do you want more, my love?" He asks, softly, stroking your hip and hoping that the night will continue.

The fingers that were buried in his curls caress his cheek, and you nod eagerly. “I never want to stop,” you confess, already addicted to the way he touches you.

“Then we will never stop.” He promises, smiling indulgently. “All of our state affairs will be conducted right here in this bed.”

“That might be awkward for some of your advisors,” you laugh, loving the way he completely and totally indulges in both you and in this moment.

“Perhaps a screen between us and our visitors.” He teases, kissing up your body and smiling at the way you laugh. It’s gorgeous and completely encompassing him.

“That will solve everything.” A sage nod is bowled over by a moan as he kisses between your breasts and your head falls back on the pillows again.

“Beautiful, my beautiful queen.” He praises, tongue circling your nipple before he sucks it into his mouth.

A part of you wonders if this is how he always is with new lovers, or if he is being especially attentive and romantic because he knows what tonight is for you. The fact that he is the first and only man you'll ever be with in this way seems to make every feeling that much more heightened.

He works your tits until they are sore, aching with the attention he is lavishing on you. The small cry of pleasure you give is almost pained and it's beautiful in its pitch to his ears. Your thighs squeeze his torso and he chuckles as he kisses back up your body to your lips. "Are you ready, my love?" He asks softly, wanting to make sure you are wanting to take the next step now.

"Sí." You've been all but begging for him the entire time he's been between your legs, but at this point your mind is blank to absolutely anything else. "Please, amor. More. Por favor."

“I cannot deny you.” He promises, thankful that you do not want to stop. “Wish to give you the world, amor.” Reaching between you, his fingers wrap around his length and guide him to the position. “Now, I give you myself.”

It is a fitting tribute, considering how your world has narrowed down to only him, but the words to point it out are lost. With the slow, steady push forward, your mind fades to fuzz and your voice sticks in your throat for a moment before a deep moan cuts through the night air. Every small roll of his hips is ecstasy, filling you little by little, and you swear you’ve never felt anything as divine before in your entire life.

Javi takes his time, bracing himself over you. There's no fear of pain, no issue with the archaic bedding and taking of your virginity, but he still slowly rolls his hips forward. Wanting the feeling of taking him for the first time to be nothing but bliss for you as he kisses along your jaw.

You pant his name as he fills you, grateful not to feel any of the pinching or pain that you had heard warnings of from other girls as you grew up. The concept of virginity might be made up but there is still a very real physicality associated with it, and having an experienced partner makes all the difference. For you there is nothing but pleasure and the all-encompassing feeling of being surrounded by the man you want to give everything to.

“Beautiful.” He whispers the words into your skin. Finding the strength to hold back. With you, everything seems so smooth, organic. As if this was always meant to be, and in a way, it has. His hand slides behind your head and cradles it gently as he groans, buried completely in the warmth of your body and hopefully your heart.

"So good." With your face buried in his shoulder, you press kisses to his skin and roll your hips to adjust to the feeling of being so full.

“You are so perfect.” His tone is strained, holding back as he waits for you to be ready for more than just him inside you.

"You can move, mi amor." One more shift of your hips makes both of you moan, and you let your legs hitch up higher on his hips so he can sink that much deeper inside you. "Please move. God you feel amazing."

The kiss he gives you is tender, meant to soothe your restlessness as he draws his hips back. Groaning against your lips at how tight you feel, how right you feel. Javi isn't inexperienced, but he feels like he's never had sex before. At least not had an emotional or physical connection like this before.

There is nothing hurried tonight. No rushing. Nothing but bliss as the two of you start to move together. His hands wrap under you to hold you close, encourage your back to bend and arch into his body. Your arms come around him just as tight. Your breath comes in shallow pants. And it's perfect.

Every moan you give him is music, a note in his ear that makes him move. Worshiping you with his own body, giving you everything he has and it still isn't enough.

If there was a word more than perfect, you wish you knew what it was. You wish you could express just how extraordinary this moment feels. How right it all is. And how grateful you are that this is where life has brought the two of you. Instead, all you can see to conjure for words are gasps of his name and moaned praise with every drive of his hips.

Javi takes his time. There's no pace that he sets other than one to make sure that both of you feel everything. Languidly rocking his hips with murmured praises, and hushed gasps shared between you. Tears building up behind his eyes as he stares down at you in wonder.

“Want to— fuck, so good—try everything with you,” you manage to gasp out between moans, adoring the loving pace but wanting to experience as much as possible. Even during the first time.

"We will, amor." He promises, holding you close and giving a sharp thrust to change the tempo.

The way that has stars bursting behind your eyes is immediate and you cling to his shoulders that much more tightly with your fingernails biting into the soft flesh of his back as you moan.

You like that. Javi twitches inside you and gives you another thrust, hoping for the same reaction. Wanting you to enjoy every second you are in bed with him.

The different angle and sharper thrusts hits something different inside you. Like breath being pushed into you and out all at once. It makes your eyes burst open again before you squeeze them shut tight, trying to hold on to that sharp shot of pure pleasure.

"Is that what you like?" He murmurs in wonder. "You like it a bit faster? Harder?" He loves the way your entire body tightens under him and it's squeezing him tight. "Tell me what you need, amor."

You want to try everything, and you've told him that, but whatever he's doing now feels like a revelation. "How deep can you–" The thought is cut off with a moan. "If I – oh god – hold my legs?"

Javi leans back, pushing your leg up onto his shoulder and leans forward again. Pushing deep.

"Oh, fuck!" All at once your eyes roll back in your head and your mouth falls open. "Oh my god–so fucking good, baby."

He groans, eyes darkening with desire and love. "Want you to feel good. Want you to cum for me, amor."

Under normal circumstances you really would pride yourself on being more articulate, but every time Javi pushes his hips forward you temporarily forget how to even think, let alone speak. All you know for sure is that if he keeps doing what he's doing now, it will not take you long at all to fall apart for him again. "More," you moan out, fingernails biting half-moons in his shoulders. "You feel so good, amor."

“Give you ev-everything.” He moans, nodding as he rocks his hips and dips his head down to kiss you again. Needing the extra contact and it presses him deeper.

You gasp into his kiss, the change of angle and how deep he feels inside you making you feel like a firework about to explode. A shiver runs down your entire body that seems never to end and your core tightens with determination. When you cum for him this time it will hit you like a freight train and leave you wrecked.

His hips knock against the back of your thigh, pulling grunts out of him that he pours into you. Still holding you as tenderly as he can while he thrusts harshly.

“Javi—” The sound of his name is always sweet to your ears but right now it feels like it’s an absolute prayer. “I’m—I’m going to—oh god!”

Javi groans your name, loving that you are coming apart for him. Watching as your mouth drops open and your eyes go wide before they flutter closed.

This is your new definition of bliss. Head tossed back with Javi buried deep inside you while you fall apart at the seams, pussy clenching his cock so tightly that he loses his rhythm right along with you. Existing only with him in such a deeply intimate and personal moment is breathtaking.

His breath stutters, caught in his lung and he’s unable to think of anything but you. The grip you have on him and the way your body begs him to follow you into bliss has him giving in.

Truly you thought the feeling of fullness couldn’t be any more complete, and then he starts to cum. Painting the walls of your throbbing pussy with his seed and making you groan all over again while the two of you pant for breath and cling to each other in the collapsed heap of your bodies tangled in bedclothes. It’s the closest to whatever heaven is that you’ve ever felt in your life and you swear that if there really is such a thing as soulmates, this is what it feels like to be with yours.

Your skin is sweat slick and his own is equally damp. Making it warm and wet when he collapses against you and tucks his face into your neck. Kissing your pulse gently. "I love you." He whispers softly.

"Te amo." You turn your head to kiss him, basking in the glow of his affection and the adrenaline high that comes from sex in general. Sex with Javi is a whole other level.

"Te amo, my queen." He whispers, smiling against your lips and feeling like he is finally whole. This is what it's like. He hums in delight, hoping that this feeling never fades.

“My king.” It’s almost odd to acknowledge, having grown up your whole life in a country without a monarchy, but here he is. He is deeply loving, devoted, king, and he is your king. Loving him is as natural as breathing, especially in this moment of quiet between you.

Javi reluctantly moves, aware that you should not be pressed down by his weight for too long and he groans quietly as he pulls out of you. "Wait here, I will get something to clean you up."

“Don’t be gone long.” There’s nothing you want less than for him to leave you, but clean up is…rather important.

He smiles at you and nods before he hurries into the bathroom so he can get the cloth and slide back into your arms.

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I love your stuff so much!! I was wondering if maybe you had some headcanons for some of the girls?? I'd love to hear them :3

Hi anon, thank you so much! This is so fun, I want to yap about the girls more often so I guess this is a good starting point!!!

Lily

I love Lily so much, since dying my hair ginger one of my favourite comments I get on tiktok is people saying I look like how they picture Lily which is the biggest compliment. I hc Lily as being bi and currently my favourite person to ship her with is Pandora but I have Chappell Roan related plans to write a one-shot of MaryLily. Lily's favourite flowers are daisies and angel's breath and you can find them in her hair during the summer. She loves to read either by the fire when it's cold or under a tree in the park in July. She's an omnivert and enjoys quiet study sessions with Remus where they don't have to talk but also is very happy to be dragged up to do karaoke with Mary and Marlene. Her favourite colour is sage green because it brings out her freckles and her favourite season is spring because she says "the air just smells different". Also plus-size Lily all the way!

Mary

Mary is a girl's girl. She is the one who teaches the younger students how to do their makeup and and is the chief hair braider. She has a diary the whole way through school and she writes all of her juiciest secrets in there because she knows all the gossip about everyone and keeps them all in the bottom of her trunk. Her favourite song would either be Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac or Does Your Mother Know by ABBA. She is the biggest flirt with everybody and the real Casanova of Gryffindor Tower. Her signature lip gloss is cherry scented and everyone is the group has had at least one kiss on the cheek from her which has left a pinky-red lip gloss mark there. If I was going to assign a fc for her it would be Rachel Chinouriri, I think she's so beautiful and the Mary vibes are just there.

Marlene

Marlene being from Manchester is so real for me. She grew up supporting Manchester United and went to the matches with her dad. She is the masc lesbian of my dreams (I saw someone who looked like her once and I might have fell a little bit in love) and they own the wolfcut. Marls can be sighted wearing a little top (baby tee/ tight crop top) and big pants (literally the baggiest jeans you have ever seen). When Chelsea Dagger by The Fratellis comes on, she is singing the loudest. Marlene never came out, everyone just knew they are gay and when they got their first girlfriend everyone just shrugged and was like "cool". Marlene uses she/they pronouns and will punch anyone in the dick if they are mean to her friends. She absolutely adores Dorcas and is like "my girlfriend" at any opportunity. You can catch Marlene dancing along to Seventeen Going Under by Sam Fender because "he just gets me", she she will insist he is the only man she could ever love just to annoy the Marauders boys.

Pandora

My Ravenclaw girliiieeee!! If you couldn't tell, Pandora has really grown on me recently and I am slowly working up to writing a fic where she is in the main ship. Pandora being a Ravenclaw like Luna is so important to me and I hc her as a Rosier and is Evan's twin when I write her, but not the way that people normally write them. Pandora is very adamant that she is her own person and there is more to her than being a twin. She loves her experiments which we know from canon, she would have loved watching How Its Made (the tv show), and was that kid who would take things apart to see how they work. She collects insects like butterflies, moths and beetles and keeps them in a display in her room and has pet stick insects that she loves to freak people out with. Pandora would LOVE Paris Paloma, she's vibing with Labour and Notre Dame and The Fruits. Although I said I love shipping Lily with Pandora, Xenophilius and Pandora (xenodora) have my heart, I love them, they are my favourite straight-presenting queer couple. I think they chose the surname Lovegood when they got married (I hc Xeno as a disowned Malfoy) which I know a few people hc. I could talk about Pandora forever but I will move on.

Dorcas

Last but not least, Dorcas! She's the kind of girl who calls everyone babydoll (Barty loves it). She's such an it-girl and would be the person you see on Instagram posing in front of the houses in Kensington with her iced coffee. Dorcas is taalllll and has legs for days, models should be glad she decided to stick to being the office siren. Her favourite hobbies are judgingly people watching in the window seat of coffee shops, and taming her girlfriend to stop them from trying to fight everyone who looks at the two of them funny. Everyone thinks Dorcas hates them at first (even Marlene who spend months thinking Dorcas was rebuffing her advances), but she just looks at everyone like that, she shows her love by being mean. Dorcas loves to listen to Rina Sawayama, her favourite song is STFU!

I'm just gonna stick with those 5 for now because they're the ones I write in my fics. Thank you for giving me an opportunity to yap about them!!! <3

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A Genius' Birthday Surprise: A Dose of Affection

Summary: "You...remembered my birthday!? Ahem... If you wish to give me a present, make it either a talented assistant or a useful test subject." -Yuri's Birthday voiceline.

The laboratory was a whirlwind of organized chaos. Papers cluttered the desks, test tubes filled with colorful liquids lined the shelves, and the faint hum of machinery punctuated the air. Amidst it all stood Yuri Isami, the self-proclaimed “genius and visionary.” His teal hair caught the sterile fluorescent light, and the sharp lines of his blazer gave him an air of authority. He was focused, as always, hunched over his latest experiment, a hint of classical music drifting from the speakers in the background.

“Yuri!” you called, stepping into the lab, your heart fluttering with excitement. You had been planning for days, secretly preparing a small celebration for his birthday. His stern expression flickered, momentarily softened by curiosity as he turned to face you.

“What is it?” he snapped, though the edge in his voice didn’t quite mask the intrigue in his teal eyes.

“I, um, wanted to surprise you,” you stammered, revealing slowly a perfectly wrapped cake in a box behind you. “Happy birthday!”

He blinked, an unusual flush creeping into his pale cheeks. “You… remembered my birthday!?” His voice rose a bit, disbelief painted on his features. You could almost see the gears in his mind grinding to a halt. This was the most flustered you had ever seen him, and it was adorable.

“Of course! I made you a cake and—”

“Ahem!” He cleared his throat, regaining his composure, but the slight tremor in his chin betrayed him. “If you wish to give me a present, I need either a talented assistant or a useful test subject.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his self-importance. “I think I’m the best present you could ask for, Yuri.”

His eyes narrowed, half-annoyed, half-amused. “Is that so?”

“Absolutely! Besides, who else would keep your ego in check?” you teased, walking over to the table where the cake rested, a masterpiece adorned with intricate teal and white frosting—a nod to his signature colors.

Yuri’s gaze flickered from you to the cake, a subtle shift in his posture as he approached. “What’s this?”

“Your birthday cake!” You couldn’t hide your grin as you watched him examine it. “I thought you might like it.”

He scoffed, trying to appear disinterested, but the glimmer of curiosity in his eyes betrayed his excitement. “You think you can impress me with mere baked goods?”

You smirked, folding your arms. “Want to find out?”

He rolled his eyes, but there was a playful spark in his demeanor. “Fine. I’ll indulge you. But if it’s terrible, you’ll have to assist me in my next project—endlessly.”

You cut a slice and handed it to him, your heart racing as he took a tentative bite. The silence that followed was agonizing.

His eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked like a child who had just discovered the joy of sweets. “This… is surprisingly not bad,” he admitted, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“Yes!” you exclaimed, thrilled at his reaction. “I knew you’d love it!”

His expression shifted, the corners of his mouth lifting into a genuine smile, revealing a side of him you seldom saw. “You have potential as a baker. Perhaps I won’t need to look for a talented assistant just yet.”

You beamed at his compliment, warmth blooming in your chest. “See? I can be useful beyond just being your assistant.”

“Or a test subject,” he quipped, a smirk returning to his face, yet his eyes softened with a warmth you had come to cherish.

As the afternoon wore on, the cake vanished between laughter and banter. Yuri began to share bits of his ambitious dreams, revealing the passionate visionary behind the facade of arrogance. His fierce desire to revolutionize medicine and the vulnerability hidden beneath his bravado intrigued you.

“You really care about your work,” you observed, watching him as he animatedly gestured with his hands, the teal of his eyes shining with fervor.

“Of course! The world needs to recognize my genius,” he replied, but there was a sincerity to his tone that made your heart flutter.

“And you want someone to see it too,” you whispered, half-teasing, half-serious.

Yuri paused, his gaze fixing on yours, an intensity igniting in the air between you. “Perhaps. But it’s difficult to trust anyone with my vision. Most can’t keep up.”

“Maybe you just need to let them in,” you said softly, the moment stretching between you.

He shifted slightly, the distance between you shrinking as the atmosphere thickened with unspoken words. “And what if they don’t measure up?”

“Then you help them rise to the occasion,” you replied, your voice steady despite the racing of your heart.

He looked at you, truly looked, and in that gaze, you sensed a shift—a willingness to be vulnerable. “I… might consider that.”

With the remnants of cake dusting your fingers and the soft glow of the lab’s lights around you, you realized this birthday was unlike any other. It wasn’t just about celebrating a genius but finding a connection, two ambitious spirits navigating their world together.

As the afternoon melted into evening, the teasing returned, but now it felt like a gentle dance—two people learning to balance ambition and affection. In Yuri’s eyes, you saw the glimmer of something deeper, a promise of shared dreams and a bond that went beyond the laboratory.

Maybe, just maybe, he’d finally found a worthy assistant. And you were ready to be his greatest experiment yet.

Ao3 vers.

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title: a dagger's embrace pairing(s): jing yuan/reader warnings: angst, slow burn, violence, hurt/comfort, manipulation, suggestive themes. word count: 8.7k

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"What are you doing here, Jing Yuan?"

Your voice wavered, as you confronted Jing Yuan. Your heart pounded within your chest like a resounding war drum, beset by confusion and astonishment at his unexpected appearance before you. The notion of why he had chosen this precise moment to manifest remained elusive. He stood there, an embodiment of commanding grace, a signature smile adorning his lips, as if he held all the secrets of the world.

With a casual wave of his hand, he greeted you, though the nonchalant gesture did little to quell the emotions stirring within you.

"I am here to visit my fiancée. Am I not allowed?" he replied, his tone light and playful, yet an undercurrent of determination gleamed in his gaze as he took a step closer to your table.

The audible gasps from the women surrounding you were undeniable, forming a hushed symphony of admiration that accompanied Jing Yuan's presence wherever he traversed. Though you could not see their faces, you could sense the collective awe that enveloped them. For many, he was not merely a military icon but a man emanating captivating charisma and allure. It was not every day that one had the privilege of encountering the notable General, and thus, the air shimmered with excitement and fascination.

An electric energy charged the atmosphere, drawing all eyes irresistibly toward him. Jing Yuan exuded a magnetic force, his presence captivating and enigmatic, leaving the women around you unquestionably starstruck.

As Jing Yuan reaches you, his presence seems akin to an unexpected stroke of fortune within your carefully orchestrated scheme. Surrounded by the estate's opulence and grandeur, a surge of satisfaction washed over you. Your assumption that your recent absence might have impacted him in some way appeared to be validated by his unanticipated visit.

The subtle curl of pride gracing your countenance as your meticulously laid plan began to bear fruit. The intricate pieces of your game aligned seamlessly, and the prospect of gradually dismantling Jing Yuan's defenses and drawing him closer to you no longer felt like an elusive dream but a tangible possibility. This opportunity allowed you to move through his life, inching closer to fulfilling your ultimate mission.

Nonetheless, beneath the allure of success, a connotation of unease remained ever-present. You were acutely aware of the great importance your ultimate mission held and the necessity for measured and cautious steps. The path you traversed was rife with risks and uncertainties, yet the promise of what awaited at its conclusion stoked the fires of your determination.

"Greetings to you, General Jing Yuan.”

The guest's enthusiastic greeting to Jing Yuan resonated through the place, drawing him nearer to you as he stood tall and self-assured behind your seat.

"Greetings to all of you as well, beautiful ladies," he replied with a gracious smile, his voice smooth and inviting, carrying a chivalrous charm that seemed to envelop those around him.

The air subtly shifted with his presence,seizing everyone's attention akin to a gravitational pull.. His regal demeanor and striking features made him an arresting sight, a man who effortlessly stood out in any gathering. An undeniable allure surrounded him, an aura of power and sophistication that left an indelible impression on all those fortunate enough to encounter him.

Fascinated and amused, you observed the effect he had on the women present. Their reactions ranged from gasps of surprise to sighs of admiration, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself at their overt infatuation with the Jing Yuan. It was no surprise; after all, his countenance transcended mere attractiveness, possessing a captivating handsomeness that left people spellbound.

Amongst the ladies, a distinct squeal of delight echoed, a clear testament to the impact he had on them. You couldn't fault them for being enamored by his charm; it was a trait he wielded effortlessly, effortlessly winning hearts wherever he went.

As their attention remained enthralled by Jing Yuan, you took a moment to appreciate the scene unfolding before you. The pavilion shimmered with an intangible energy, an atmosphere charged with admiration and excitement. Yet, amidst the crowd, Jing Yuan's gaze remained fixed on you, his customary smile creeping his face, as if he knew the effect he had on others but reserved his most genuine attention for you.

“Apologies for the abrupt intrusion upon your teatime, but if I may be so bold, would you kindly grant me a moment with my fiancée?" Jing Yuan's soft and courteous tone left you with a tilt of your head as you listened attentively.

His unexpected request to borrow you momentarily caught you off guard, yet you maintained composure, refraining from speaking and simply allowing him to engage with the esteemed ladies around.

The women, clearly charmed by his presence, eagerly granted their approval, assuring him that such a favor need not be asked for.

"Certainly, General! You may borrow Lady (Name) without hesitation. There's no need to ask," one of them exclaimed with excitement.

Jing Yuan acknowledged their agreement with a smile and a nod of thanks, yet his eyes remained on you. It was as if he sought your permission, not merely to observe propriety, but because he genuinely valued your consent.

With a simple nod in response to his unspoken request, you gracefully rose from your seat, feeling a curious mix of anticipation and intrigue. The esteemed ladies smiled knowingly, understanding that there was a deeper connection between you and Jing Yuan than met the eye.

"I will return at a later time. I intend to have a brief conversation with Jing Yuan," you communicated, "Should you require any assistance, please feel free to summon aid."

Suyin, in particular, flashed you a meek smile and waved, and you couldn't help but pause for a moment, meeting her gaze with a hint of uncertainty. However, you quickly turned away, knowing that your private conversation with Jing Yuan required your immediate attention.

Once you had distanced yourselves adequately from the teatime gathering, you and Jing Yuan embarked on a search for a suitable location for this discreet tête-à-tête. The estate's opulent halls offered many possibilities, yet you both sought a place where you could converse candidly without the risk of prying eyes or ears.

The atmosphere seemed to thicken with each step, the anticipation between you becoming palpable. As you walked side by side, a comfortable silence settled between you, speaking volumes in itself.

Finally, a secluded alcove hidden away from the bustling crowd presented itself, ensuring the privacy you sought.

"So, if you don't mind my inquiry, what is the reason for requesting my presence?" you inquire once the two of you find yourselves secluded from the pavilion, shielded from prying eyes.

"I just wanted to visit you," he responded with surprising candor. However, your inquisitive nature pushed you to seek further verification, a reassurance that there was more to his presence than what he was revealing.

"Is it truly so?"

Your probing questions compelled you to dig deeper, hoping to uncover the truth that lay beneath his composed demeanor.

You couldn't resist delving further into the reasons behind his unannounced visit. There was a longing within you to hear something more, something that would validate the assumptions swirling in your mind, despite the groundwork he had already laid with his presence.

Jing Yuan's lips quirked, and he momentarily licked them, a fleeting sign of contemplation crossing his features. His gaze remained locked onto your own, and a pregnant pause filled the air between you. It was as if he carefully weighed his words, considering how much to reveal.

"It appears that you are suggesting I might have another motive for this visit, hmm?"

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, deftly deflecting the implications back to him.

"I have not made any assumptions, Jing Yuan. It seems that notion rests solely with you. Perhaps it resonates with the truth behind your own words?"

Jing Yuan's amused smirk mirrored your own expression..

"Then if I might be frank, I was actually going to ask you about why you suddenly stopped visiting my office."

The question you had been waiting for finally surfaced, and the rush of satisfaction you felt was evident in the smile that adorned your face. It was the first step towards the realization of your ultimate goal, and the possibilities that lay ahead seemed tantalizing as long as you could maintain the delicate balance of your intricate plan.

"Oh, that," you responded with a gesture of innocence, lightly placing a finger on your chin as if considering the response. "I have been preoccupied with other engagements, as you might have noticed. My responsibilities as the future heiress of our clan demand my attention. I apologize if I failed to inform you in advance."

Your response was a well-crafted lie, one that you had fabricated in collusion with the matriarch. It was a part of the grand scheme you had twisted, a deception that entangled not only Jing Yuan but all the natives of Xianzhou Luofu. The guilt threatened to creep in, but you were quick to cut its vines, refusing to let it take root. After all, your pursuit of freedom and power had become your driving force, and you were willing to embrace deception to attain your goals.

You knew the risks of this elaborate charade, but the allure of liberty was too enticing to resist. Your quest for power and control had led you down a path of lies and conspiracy, and while the guilt lurked in the shadows, you knew that the end justifies the means.

"There's no need for apologies," Jing Yuan asserted, his voice carrying a solemn tone. "It is only natural for you to bear such responsibilities as the heiress. If anything, it is I who intruded, and I should be the one apologizing."

"No need for apologies. I am truly delighted that you took the time to visit, even amidst your busy schedule."

His next words revealed the depth of his genuine concern for you, sincerity evident in his eyes as he explained, "I simply wished to check on how you were faring. I had thought that something might have happened, prompting me to visit and offer a helping hand if needed."

His authentic worry caught you off guard, and you blinked in surprise as you gazed at Jing Yuan. His eyes held a subtle hint of concern that you hadn't expected, and you realized that your absence from his office must have genuinely troubled him.

"I must confess, I had not realized my absence would cause you such concern," you admitted, a coy smile playing on your lips.

"It is only natural to worry when means of instant communication are not readily available to inquire about your well-being."

You offered an apologetic smile in return. "I do not possess a smartphone for swift communication, and I apologize for any inconvenience it may cause."

"No matter. Meeting you in person is far more reassuring; it assures me that you are indeed doing well."

As the conversation with Jing Yuan progressed, you found yourself navigating a delicate balance of emotions. On one hand, you appreciated his evident concern and genuine care directed towards you. However, on the other hand, a growing sense of suspicion and wariness crept into your thoughts.

Jing Yuan's undeniable eloquence and smooth demeanor revealed his prowess as a skilled negotiator and master persuader. His reputation as the Luofu General only added to the charm and influence he effortlessly exuded.

You remained keenly aware of his ability to interact with a myriad of individuals, honed over countless years of experience. His interactions with people from all walks of life had shaped him into a masterful charmer, capable of handily winning others to his side.

Even with your own determination and cunning, you found yourself occasionally swayed by the allure of his concern. There was something captivating about his presence, an inviting warmth and understanding that stirred doubts within you.

Despite your reservations, you couldn't help but relish the engaging and intellectually stimulating nature of his company. His skillful maneuvers through various topics left fascinated.

However, caution tugged at your senses as you gazed into his amber eyes, which seemed to hold both curiosity and amiability. There was an almost hypnotic quality to his gaze, drawing you in and evoking emotions that remained enigmatic and complex.

Swiftly, you averted your gaze, mindful of the danger in succumbing too deeply to the enigma of Jing Yuan. It felt as though he possessed a way of peering through your carefully constructed layers, and you were determined not to let your guard down entirely.

Though his concern had touched you, you knew better than to place full trust in anyone within your life. The stakes were high, and vulnerability came at a cost you couldn't afford.

"Thank you for your concern, but indeed, I am doing well," you replied, subtly shifting the focus to his well-being. "And what about you? Do you not have work that requires your attention today?"

Jing Yuan seemed to ponder his response, then replied with a hint of nonchalance in his voice, "True, there is work to be done, but it can wait."

Your skepticism was apparent as you gave him a knowing look, crossing your arms before you.

"Are you absolutely certain? I've noticed that your desk is always laden with piled documents every time I visit."

A soft chuckle, warm and resonant, escapes from Jing Yuan's lips, a melodic sound that dances upon the air in response to your astute observation. His amusement is evident, a subtle shift in the atmosphere that bears witness to the connection formed through this exchange.

"You possess a keen perceptiveness," he acknowledges with a nod, his words a thoughtful acknowledgment of your insight. "Indeed, the responsibility of overseeing the various commissions rests squarely upon my shoulders. Each day unfolds with a procession of reports and matters that demand my attention. While undeniably vital, the sheer scope of these tasks can at times render the undertaking somewhat monotonous.”

"So, to alleviate that monotony, you choose to pay me a visit, is that it?"

"Perhaps that is part of the reason."

You studied Jing Yuan carefully, attempting to discern any hint of his true intentions. Your question was straightforward.

"Since when have you been here?"

He responded with equal directness, "Oh, since the moment they were discussing the financial stability of the Xiang clan."

"So, you overheard our discussion?" you inquired, not feeling particularly perturbed by the fact.

"Yes. I didn't intend to eavesdrop. I just happened to arrive at a very inopportune time."

"Ah, it's not a matter of confidentiality, so it's fine." Curiosity got the better of you, and you probed further, "Are you familiar with the Xiang clan, then?"

Jing Yuan paused, placing his hands behind his back as he pondered his response.

"Well," he began, "they are among the most significant investors in the Sky-Faring commission, and their patriarch attends meetings when his presence is required. Hence, I am acquainted with their clan."

His knowledge of the Xiang clan didn't come as a surprise, given his extensive network and influence. It served as another reminder of the intricacies of his world, where connections and alliances played crucial roles.

"Do you regularly attend the meetings of the commissions?"

“Only in instances when my attendance is deemed necessary.”

You listened to Jing Yuan's explanation, a shrewd thought crossed your mind. The General possessed an unparalleled understanding of the state of affairs in Xianzhou Luofu. His extensive knowledge and influence spanned far and wide, making him a valuable source of information.

Recognizing the opportunity before you, you saw the potential benefits of sharing some of the spreading rumors with Jing Yuan. Such an exchange could serve multiple purposes, allowing you to both verify the validity of certain issues through his perspectives and gather more information about the affairs circulating among the nobles and clans in the region.

Having the upper hand in this precarious game of power was vital for the success of your plans. The more knowledge you acquired, the more influence you could wield, and you were determined to gather as much information as possible to secure your position in this complex landscape.

However, you were well aware of the delicate nature of this task. It required finesse and tact to approach Jing Yuan without appearing too eager or transparent in your intentions. Trust was a precious commodity, and you needed to tread carefully to maintain the fragile balance between gaining information and safeguarding your own secrets.

In the end, you understood that Jing Yuan's willingness to entertain your inquiries would largely depend on the rapport you had cultivated and the level of trust between you. It was a calculated risk, one that you were willing to take in your pursuit of gaining an advantage in this intricate society.

"Anyhow, when will you return to the seat of divine foresight?"

"I think I shall depart immediately after this," he mused, his hand gently resting on his chin in contemplation. "I am aware that you have prior engagements, and it would be best not to disrupt your plans."

“Honestly, you are not causing any disruption. However, I understand the weight of your duties, and I wouldn't want to detain you here."

Jing Yuan chuckled softly at your words. "I assure you, I mentioned that it can wait."

"If you say so," you replied with a playful shrug.

Extending his arm, Jing Yuan politely offered to escort you back, expressing his desire not to depart abruptly and bid farewell to your guest as well. His courtesy and genteel demeanor only served to deepen the charm surrounding him.

You graciously accepted his offer, linking your arm with his and savoring the reassuring presence of his strength beside you as you made your way back to the pavilion.

As you walked together, Jing Yuan couldn't help but inquire, "If I may ask, when do you plan to visit my office again?"

You glanced at him, then returned your gaze to the path ahead, thoughtfully considering your response. "I shall endeavor to visit tomorrow since it has been a while."

Jing Yuan's face lit up with a bright smile. "I shall eagerly anticipate your visit tomorrow."

Once you and Jing Yuan arrived at the gathering, all eyes turned to acknowledge your presence. Smiles were exchanged, but it was evident that most of the attention was drawn to Jing Yuan. The guests held him in high regard, their gazes filled with either respect or affection, enamored by his presence.

"Have you finished conversing with Lady (Name), General Jing Yuan?" one of the guests inquired as you approached the table.

"Yes, I am grateful for the moment she has graciously given me," he replied with genuine appreciation.

With a courteous nod, you gracefully withdrew your arm from around his, allowing him to engage with the guests without hindrance.

"You need not thank us! Lady (Name) belongs to you, not to us," a woman playfully cooed, provoking giggles from others, including Jing Yuan himself. You couldn't help but shake your head at their teasing, finding amusement in the lighthearted atmosphere.

"Would you care for some tea, General?"

"I regretfully must decline, as pressing duties await me at the seat of divine foresight," Jing Yuan replied apologetically.

"That's unfortunate."

"When an opportunity presents itself, I shall gladly join again for some tea," Jing Yuan added, his voice carrying a gentle undertone that seemed to soothe the momentary disappointment that had clouded the table.

His words had a magical effect on the guests, brightening their faces with glee. You couldn't help but chuckle softly, marveling at how effortlessly Jing Yuan knew just the right things to say, how he could charm and appeal to others with such grace.

Truly, it was no wonder that many admired him.

"Well, then. I won't linger any longer," Jing Yuan announced, his gaze shifting to you, a warm smile gracing his features. "I shall now take my leave."

As he bid his farewell, Jing Yuan surprised you by kissing the back of your hand, a gesture that elicited an audible squeal from some of the ladies. A rush of embarrassment washed over you, not just from the intimate gesture but also from the amused reaction of those around you.

Though you had grown accustomed to his occasional displays of affection, having it happen in front of an audience amplified your embarrassment. Your cheeks flushed, and you tried to maintain your composure, though it proved challenging amidst the giggles and whispers from the amused guests.

"Be safe on your way," you managed to say meekly, trying to hide your flustered state.

As Jing Yuan's departure left a lingering buzz of excitement among the ladies, the teatime continued with a notable shift in conversation. Now, all eyes were on the General, and the air was filled with admiration and praises for him. Voices chimed in, each lady eager to share their own anecdotes and encounters with the distinguished figure who had just graced their presence.

You, too, were not exempt from the inquisitive gazes and probing questions about Jing Yuan. The ladies were curious to know more, seeking details about his character and behavior, especially when the two of you were alone. With honesty and poise, you recounted your experiences with him, describing him as wise and mysterious—a man of enigmatic charm and intellect.

As you spoke, you could see the interest in the eyes of those around you, hanging onto every word as if they were unraveling the layers of a captivating tale. You felt a certain pride in being able to offer insights into Jing Yuan's character, even though the true extent of your relationship with him remained concealed.

When someone probed further, questioning whether he was a true gentleman, you didn't hesitate to affirm their assumption.

"Indeed, he carries himself with grace and respect, embodying the essence of a true gentleman. His actions and words reflect a genuine sense of chivalry and courtesy."

The admiration for Jing Yuan seemed to know no bounds, and the conversation continued to revolve around him. Each lady shared their own perspectives, recounting moments where he had displayed kindness, wisdom, and bravery. It was as if his presence had left an indelible mark on each of them, a testament to the powerful allure of Jing Yuan.

The tea party drew to a close and the sun began its gradual descent. With heartfelt farewells and expressions of gratitude, you bid your esteemed guests adieu. Each of them conveyed their delight and anticipation of future gatherings, hopeful that Jing Yuan might once again honor them with his presence.

With the departure of the final guests, the grand gates of the estate closed with a decisive thud behind them. The atmosphere shifted from vibrant conversation to a tranquil stillness, and the air seemed to grow quieter. The setting sun cast a radiant, golden hue across the surroundings, imbuing the estate with a serene luminosity.

In this newfound tranquility, your attention was drawn to the lingering figure of Suyin. Her presence stood solitary amidst the fading daylight. Your gazes met, and in that moment, an unspoken understanding passed between you.

Drawing closer to her, you couldn't help but wonder why she chose to remain while her entourage waited by the gates. A curiosity gleamed in her eyes, hinting that she might have something of importance to share, something that demanded a more private conversation.

As you stood face to face, a gentle breeze stirred, rustling the edges of your attire. The soft sound of leaves in motion carried an undercurrent of anticipation, as if nature itself recognized the significance of this impending exchange.

The estate, once teeming with the energy of the gathering, now held a quiet reverence, as if it had become a canvas for a more intimate connection. You waited, your gaze steady as it met Suyin's, open to whatever she might wish to share, her unspoken words hanging in the air like a delicate secret waiting to be unveiled.

"Lady Suyin, allow me to bid you farewell," you said, inclining your head respectfully as you addressed her. "I extend my gratitude for gracing my hosted tea party today. I trust you will take due care on your journey back."

To your surprise, Suyin waved her hand in a slightly frantic manner, a faint flush coloring her cheeks.

"No, it is I who should express gratitude, particularly for the incident earlier," she replied, her gaze shifting modestly downward as her fingers gently intertwined.

You offered a gentle smile, seeking to clarify the matter. "It appears there might be a misunderstanding. My involvement in the conversation amongst the ladies was not meant as assistance, but rather a means to curtail an annoyance. Your gratitude is truly unwarranted."

Suyin blinked, her lips parting as she absorbed your explanation. "I-I see. My apologies for the confusion... However, I still wish to convey my appreciation for inviting me despite the rumors that circulate regarding my family."

Her gratitude radiated with authenticity, and her smile held a genuine warmth as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. With a final wave, she turned to depart, offering her farewells.

"I found today quite enjoyable, Lady (Name). May our paths cross again in the future.”

"Likewise."

As Suyin and her retinue commenced their departure from the estate, you remained stationary, your gaze affixed to their gradually receding figures. The ambiance turned a subtle change as the event reached its conclusion, leaving you in a contemplative solitude.

"Yuyan," you beckoned, and the young woman promptly materialized at your side.

"Yes, Lady (Name)?"

Without turning to meet her gaze, you conveyed your instruction.

"Share with me the particulars of what unfolded during my absence."

"As you command."

With Yuyan trailing in your wake, you initiated your stride back into the estate, her narrative voice recounting the sequence of events that had transpired in your absence.

"Upon your departure, the ladies engaged in a brief conversation concerning the General, subsequent to which the discourse pivoted back to Lady Suyin," Yuyan reported, and you offered a faint hum to signal her to continue. "The heiress of the Xiang clan maintained a composed silence throughout, refraining from participating in the exchange that included disparaging commentary directed at her."

Your intuition has once again proven its accuracy. The moment you elected to withdraw with Jing Yuan, your foresight had accurately detected the currents of uncertainty and unease that had lingered in the shadows during your presence. The conversations revolving around the state of the Xiang clan had been steeped in discontent and unease, stifled by the apprehension of voicing their true thoughts in your proximity.

Indeed, your standpoint diverged significantly from their criticisms and viewpoints. Your perspective was characterized by another vision, one that challenged the prevailing sentiment and notions. The absence of your influence had furnished them with the freedom to converse openly, to articulate their concerns without the weight of your presence casting a pall over their expressions.

However, the realization that they were utilizing Suyin as a canvas on which to project their grievances was distasteful. They were exploiting the opportunity to release their frustrations and criticisms, unburdened by your watchful gaze.

That circumstance was laced with irony. The image of Suyin, being subjected to their unfiltered words left a bitter residue in your perception.

You offered a wry scoff, acutely aware of the intricate dynamics at play. It was evident that they perceived Suyin as an easy target, a vulnerable entity incapable of retaliating against their barrage of reproaches. The metaphorical mice, encircling her with predatory anticipation, were poised to strike at the first whiff of vulnerability, thereby sketching a stark tableau of their behavior.

"Is that the entirety of the account?"

"Indeed, that is all. Yet, it appears that you possess the ability to invoke a sense of trepidation among the ladies, Lady (Name)."

"I wonder why that might be."

"I am confident that your interruption was the cause.” Her reply carries an unwavering conviction, a subtle undercurrent of astute observation. “They did not foresee your dissenting viewpoint on the subject. However, I must acknowledge their acting skills; their demeanor took a swift transformation the instant they laid eyes upon you and the General."

The eloquent arch of your eyebrow signifies your comprehension of the complexities of aristocracy.

"You are already well-acquainted with the attitudes and behavior of the noble class, Yuyan. Such pretense is akin to an illustration in an exhibit, where the unspoken sentiments between them are revealed with a mere glance – unless, of course, one chooses to remain in blissful ignorance."

Her nod conveys a blend of concurrence and insight. "I am well aware."

"Undoubtedly, that should be the case. After all, we are deeply entrenched within the same very category. We project a veneer that withstands facile unraveling, a shield designed to obscure the intentions we've painstakingly constructed."

You smirk.

Positioned on your knees, you find yourself in the presence of Lady Mingzhu. Her features are graced with a self-satisfied smirk, her gaze descending upon you from her elevated perch upon the platform.

The cause behind the contentment etched across her countenance is not a mystery to you. After all, you had dutifully relayed the details of Jing Yuan's unexpected visit.

"I find myself gratified by the outcome, (Name). Your utility is on a steady ascent," she remarks, her fingers idly toying with the folds of her fan.

In response to her words, you execute a graceful bow, a gesture that echoes your respect. "Your satisfaction is truly an honor, Lady Mingzhu. Might I seek your guidance on whether my visits to the seat of divine foresight should persist?"

"Did he extend an invitation for your return?"

Your response is a simple, affirmative nod.

"Then it is resolved. Forge ahead with your frequent encounters with the General. Your consistent presence shall act as a catalyst to cultivate his trust," she decrees, the flourish of her fan punctuating her statement. A subtle, contemplative smile tugs at her lips. "Additionally, do not withhold from me the details of your interactions with the ladies hailing from esteemed clans."

"The tea gathering is all well," you disclosed, your words an opening into the narrative. "However, the assembled ladies have become entangled in the swirling tendrils of gossip, centered around none other than the Xiang clan."

A thoughtful pause accompanies her response, her voice a contemplative murmur.

"The Xiang clan, you say…" Her words hang momentarily, as if she's allowing the essence of that name to linger in the air. "Whispers that flutter through the corridors of intrigue suggest that the Feng clan, in a twist of fate, chose to annul the intended union between their son and the daughter born of the Xiang lineage."

"Indeed, the gossip does not falter in its accuracy."

A faint, almost indiscernible exhalation of exasperation escapes the matriarch's lips, a subtle display of her vexation.

"I stand bereft of the specifics regarding the precipitous untangling of the Xiang clan's circumstances."

Your eyebrow arches in a silent inquiry, a slight perplexity glistening in your gaze. It's a puzzle that the matriarch, renowned for her omniscience within high society, remains unaware of the Xiang clan's underlying turmoil.

"I've gleaned from the ladies that the Xiang clan faces the looming specter of financial decline."

"Naive individuals," she proclaimed with unwavering certainty, deepening your sense of bewilderment. "Whispers regarding their financial downfall are nothing but baseless conjectures. The clan commands vast riches, establishing themselves as eminent investors in the Sky-Faring commission. Moreover, their enterprises flourish across various city districts, spanning diverse trades within numerous Xianzhou fleets and other worlds. Thus, the notion of their impending bankruptcy appears unfounded. No substantiated proof attests to the precariousness of the Xiang clan's fiscal standing."

Jing Yuan's information had indeed proven accurate. The purported bankruptcy of the Xiang clan was naught but a wisp of rumor carried on the wind.

It appeared to be a baseless rumor designed to bolster the justification for the dissolved engagement between Suyin and Yichen. The genuine cause behind the severed betrothal lingered veiled in obscurity, a missing puzzle piece within the intrigue enshrouding the Xianzhou Luofu.

Jing Yuan's knowledge spanned an extensive spectrum, encompassing minutiae from the lowest strata of society to the apex of the privileged elite. His insights stood as a testament to his acumen, a reality that invoked both appreciation and wariness concerning his capabilities. However, as you contemplated your personal pursuit of information, a formidable challenge lay ahead.

The endeavor of gathering intelligence was a task far from straightforward. While Jing Yuan possessed the means to acquire information with seeming ease, your own endeavors would undoubtedly incite suspicions amidst his subordinates and, conceivably, within Jing Yuan himself. Upholding your facade while concurrently seeking out knowledge promised to be a precarious venture.

The course you were embarking upon necessitated discretion. You had to devise methods of amassing information devoid of provoking undue suspicion, to ascertain the truth without tipping your hand.

"More crucially," her words pierce the air, laden with an undertone of interrogation, "what prompted your selection of that particular simpleton as your handmaiden?"

As Lady Mingzhu's query unfurls, your jaw instinctively clenches in a subtle display of tension. The skepticism and veiled suspicions that mar her gaze do not elude your discerning gaze. Nevertheless, you meet her gaze with a mask of unwavering stoicism, deftly concealing the undercurrent of nerves that thrash beneath the surface.

"After careful consideration, I determined that ensuring her presence within close proximity under my vigilant supervision would be the wisest approach. This decision aimed to preempt any possibility of disgrace arising from impulsive or thoughtless actions."

However, the matriarch's response is not one of immediate acquiescence. Instead, her eyes narrow, her perceptive gaze slicing through your carefully constructed narrative like a keen-edged blade. Her scrutiny is unyielding, as though she seeks the minutest fracture in your facade, a chink to exploit.

"Doubt clouds my assessment of your assertion. Are you confident that she won't repeat any errors, considering the embarrassment she displayed in my presence?!" Her voice rumbles forth, her words laced with a potent mix of skepticism and latent anger.

The growl in her tone sends a shiver cascading down your spine, a visceral response to her simmering ire. Your lungs contract involuntarily as you draw in a sharp breath, the weight of her displeasure hanging palpably in the air.

"Rest assured," your words slice through the charged atmosphere. "I shall take every conceivable measure to ensure her conduct does not veer into dishonorable territory. Should she falter in this, I pledge to rectify the situation with my own hands."

Her gaze remains steadfast, a scrutiny that seems to delve into the very essence of your being. Yet, as the seconds tick by, her shoulders gradually relax, and a scoff punctuates her response.

"Your conviction must be unswerving, for should history repeat itself and her actions mirror her past disgrace," her words resound with a cadence of threat, "the repercussions will not be limited to her alone. They will extend to you as well."

A tacit awareness envelops you, an intimate understanding honed through countless interactions. You've borne witness to her impatience and meticulous tendencies, often finding yourself caught in the tempest of her ire. A deep well of knowledge about her character has crystallized within you, equipping you with the tools to navigate her disposition and soothe her volatile temperament.

"I understand," your voice is a measured reflection of your comprehension, your gaze inclined respectfully downward.

"I shall convey my directives to the head chef, ensuring your midday repast is prepared for your journey to the seat of divine foresight on the morrow. Let it be known that recklessness is a path barred to you. This point I shall emphasize." Her words contain a warning. "Are there any remaining matters you deem necessary to append?"

Lingering at the precipice of your response, you navigate a delicate balance, crafting words that straddle the line between respect and diplomacy. While veiled, your intentions bear the weight of necessity, a safeguard rooted in contingency and the promise you've given to Yuyan. Risk lurks within your unspoken request, yet the stakes have elevated to a point where reticence is no longer a viable option.

Your throat works as you swallow, an apparent tension coiling within you.

"If I may abandon all artifice, Lady Mingzhu, I dare to beseech your gracious consideration for an allowance that might prove pivotal in moments of unforeseen urgency."

In the wake of your unreserved statement, a sense of vulnerability lingers, mingled with a quiet resolve. You watch as her gaze remains upon you, the weight of your words settling in the room like suspended particles in the air.

"Further, I must admit that the esteemed ladies have extended invitations to me for forthcoming events within their esteemed circle. If it pleases you to permit me this privilege, I shall diligently steward the allowance you entrust me with, employing it judiciously for the advancement of our cause."

A bow punctuates your candid request, a silent sign of deference and respect. A pause ensues, elongated and weighty, as if the chamber itself holds its breath.

"It is, undeniably, a prudent proposal," she concedes, her voice a measured cadence of reason. "Given the unmistakable spotlight that accompanies your connection to our lineage, a discreet allowance serves to quell the murmurings of presumption, negating any conjectures of an unostentatious existence."

Her rationale deepens as she delves further with justification.

"Moreover, the renown of the Hongying clan lies in its splendor, a legacy not to be trifled with. Thus, it seems wise to liberate you to expend as you deem fit. However, I must underscore that the amount you receive is not a carte blanche for extravagance. Your actions must bear the mark of prudence, and your disbursements must align with the meticulous strategy underpinning your mission."

The thorn that had lodged itself within your contemplations appeared to have been finally extracted, ushering in a sensation of relief that cascaded over you akin to a refreshing breeze on a warm afternoon. The matriarch's accord with your entreaty for an allowance had bestowed upon you a modicum of tranquility. It was almost as though a burden, which had weighed upon your shoulders, had been deftly lifted, affording you a renewed sense of unhindered breath.

This newfound financial stipend carried a resonance that harmonized profoundly with your innate sense of duty. It was a pledge you had forged to Yuyan, a commitment to secure the necessary medication her ailing mother urgently required. Despite your aversion to materialistic yearnings and the absence of need for an exorbitant sum, the import of this allowance transcended its mere pecuniary value.

Attuning yourself to the sagacity imparted by the matriarch yielded its own rewards. The cloud of uncertainty looming on the distant horizon lent an air of foreboding to the days that lay ahead. Thus, maintaining a reservoir of funds at your disposal bore the semblance of a wise course of action, a prudent measure in anticipation of the future.

"I bestow upon you this indulgence as a reflection of the commendable diligence you exhibit in your appointed duties," her words exude an air of benevolent authority, each syllable a nod to your competence.

The reward, a token of appreciation for your meticulous efforts, carries a weight beyond its mere material value. She raises a languid hand, the fan she holds becoming a subtle extension of her demeanor.

"You are tasked with notifying Yiran of this privilege. Seek her counsel on matters related to this allowance. Dismiss any trepidation from your thoughts. Should you find yourself bereft of further discourse, your departure is in order. Await my summons, should necessity arise."

In response to her directive, you execute a final bow, your gratitude woven into the graceful arc of your gesture. A sense of accomplishment settles within you as you step away from the chamber, a triumphant curl embellishing your lips as you traverse the corridors.

With the matter resolved, it is necessary that you meet with Yuyan to discuss the agenda for tomorrow.

The quietude of your room becomes a backdrop to the candid exchange that unfurls between you and Yuyan. Amidst the rustle of turning pages and the soft swish of cloth against glass, the question you pose becomes the catalyst for a deeper connection.

"You know," your voice, a gentle tone of inquiry, breaks the silent ambiance as you raise your eyes from your reading material. "I find myself still awaiting your response regarding your prior profession."

The task at hand momentarily forgotten, Yuyan's gaze lifts from her window-wiping duties to meet yours, a glint of amusement lurking within her eyes.

"It appears that your curiosity is a force that will not waver until it's sated."

"Indeed, that very curiosity was the initial spark that led you to your current role under my supervision."

A sigh escapes her lips, the sound a fleeting whisper that blends with her exhalation. She resumes her chore, cloth against glass.

"I used to be a mercenary.”

"Ah, it would seem that your dexterity and fleetness of reflex find their origins in your previous occupation."

"And what of you? What story lies behind your own proficiency?"

A wistful note resonates in your voice as you share your own tale. "I was guided by the tutelage of a seasoned swordsman, one whose mastery became my beacon."

Yuyan's hums echo with a blend of curiosity and contemplation, her cloth continuing its rhythmic dance across the windowpane.

"And where does this master reside now?"

A moment of suspended movement unrolls, as your hand, poised to flip a page, hesitates in mid-air.

The question regarding your master's fate, an innocent query tethered to a distant past, strikes like a blow to a tender wound. Your visage, a portrait of silent resolve, tenses with a visible tightness as the memories, vivid and haunting, rise to the surface. The pain of those recollections, etched into your very being, remains unhealed even after the passage of centuries.

"Deceased," your voice is a measured, stoic utterance, a single word that carries the weight of a lifetime's worth of loss.

The page flips, a motion that seems to reflect your determination to proceed despite the unyielding ache that persists within you.

Yuyan's contrite apology is a whisper in the space between you, a fragile acknowledgment of the unseen wounds that thread through your history. Your response is a subtle, understanding shake of your head, a gesture that both addreses her empathy and signals your desire to steer the conversation away from that painful precipice.

"Tomorrow," your voice steadies, an anchor in the shifting currents of conversation. "We shall embark upon a visit to the seat of divine foresight. Be prepared to await instructions at a designated location, as communicated by Jing Yuan's counselor. If any information surfaces that you deem pertinent to our purpose, ensure it finds its way to my attention."

"Duly heeded.”

The air carries the weight of upcoming directives as your voice assumes its authoritative timbre once more.

"Looking ahead to the following week, I task you with a specific errand. Seek Yiran's presence and confer with her regarding the administration of my allowance. This reaponsibility shall fall under your purview, and it is imperative that you relay my command directly to her."

A flicker of confusion dances within Yuyan's features, visible to your discerning gaze. The mixture of uncertainty and inquiry in her expression triggers your next question.

"Do you doubt your own competence, Yuyan?"

"It's not a question of capability. I can certainly manage financial matters. It's more that I find myself taken aback by your willingness to entrust me with such a task."

Your own expression remains composed as you deliver your retort. "If your confidence in handling finances matches your skills in combat, then I have no reason to harbor doubts."

“Did the possibility not cross your mind that I could potentially embezzle funds?”

Your response comes with a subtle tilt of your head.

"The prospect of embezzlement does not occupy my concern. Whether you were to steal those funds or not, the ultimate destination remains unaltered. Those resources will invariably find their way to the ailing hands of your mother, serving to alleviate her afflictions. The allowance I possess is, in essence, earmarked for her medical needs. Thus, the outcome, irrespective of any perceived misappropriation, remains constant. I stand to lose nothing."

A flicker of disbelief paints Yuyan's face, her jaw figuratively dropping under the weight of your unorthodox perspective. Your response, laced with an air of detachment and an acute understanding of her predicament, emphasizes a larger truth that anchors your intentions.

A playful, incredulous shake of her head precedes her words, carrying a mix of resignation and amusement.

"You truly are something else."

"Perhaps.”

A palpable tension paints the scene, your gaze locked in a silent exchange with the formidable presence before you. The massive white lion, a regal figure cloaked in an aura of restrained hostility, holds your attention captive. Its eyes, an unrelenting blaze of intensity, bore into your own with a raw, unspoken animosity. The low rumblings that emanate from its throat signal a simmering anger that hangs in the air, a perceptible threat that reverberates in the very sinews of its powerful form. Its bared teeth, glistening and deadly, serve as a stark reminder of the potential danger that lurks beneath its majestic exterior.

Beside this living embodiment of nature's fury stands Jing Yuan, a serene smile gracing his features. His demeanor, seemingly untouched by the latent hostility of the creature, exudes a sense of affinity and control. His fingers trail through the lion's fur, a tactile testament to his harmonious connection with this wild animal. As he catches your gaze, his expression takes on a pleased quality, as if he delights in sharing this new aspect of his life with you.

Confusion lingers in the air as your gaze shifts between the lion and Jing Yuan. Questions clamor at the edges of your thoughts, begging for answers that seem elusive.

Why is there a lion here, a creature of the wild brought into the heart of your encounter? And perhaps more confounding is the nonchalant stance of Yanqing, who stands nearby, seemingly unperturbed by the presence of this predator.

"I wished for you to acquaint yourself with a companion of mine," Jing Yuan's voice, a measured tone, intrudes upon the tense atmosphere. His fingers continue their gentle exploration of the lion's fur, as if to convey a sense of tranquility in the midst of the lion's potential ferocity.

A note of skepticism colors your response, a hint of incredulity as you grapple with the surreal reality before you.

"Oh, a lion as your companion? What is her name?"

Your curiosity stirs further as Yanqing joins the conversation, bridging the gap with an explanation that sheds light on the creature's history.

"The General affectionately named her Mimi during her days as a kitten. But, as she matured into the formidable animal you see before you, he now calls her Snowlion."

A flicker of amusement dances in your eyes as you gaze at Jing Yuan, an ironic smile adorning your lips. The incongruity between the fearsome image he projects and the endearing name he bestowed upon his companion elicits a chuckle.

"Mimi? A name so endearing seems rather incongruous with your demeanor, General. It's a far cry from the perception that the locals hold of you."

A snort from Yanqing echoes your sentiment, his amusement evident in the subtle curl of the corners of his mouth. Jing Yuan's response is marked by a sheepish smile, his admission laced with a touch of self-deprecation.

"In truth, it was an oversight on my part. During Mimi's infancy, I mistook her for a common house cat. Thus, the name. But as time unfolded, her true nature revealed itself, prompting a renaming that befits her.”

Your gaze shifts to the lion, whose intense glare and low growls paint a picture of unrelenting hostility. A realization takes root within you; it seems Jing Yuan's pet lion isn't particularly enamored with your presence. The mounting tension is discernible, a coiled anticipation that snakes through the air.

The sudden eruption of a roar shatters the quietude, the lion's reverberating cry setting your nerves on edge. Your body tenses involuntarily, a primal fear coursing through your veins as your heart races in response. The guard stationed near the statue leaps in startled surprise, while Yanqing's composure falters for a fleeting moment. Jing Yuan himself gazes at his companion with a mixture of surprise and confusion, the unexpected display of aggression leaving him momentarily perplexed.

"Snowlion," he intones with a firmness that carries an undertone of command, yet the lion's glare remains unyielding, its growls a testament to its unchecked hostility.

Your voice cuts through the charged atmosphere, a mixture of calm and resignation lacing your words as you voice the obvious.

"It appears that I'm not on Mimi's good side, Jing Yuan."

His attention, along with Yanqing's, pivots towards you as you stand amidst the tension, a steady presence despite the unease that rages within you. The anxious rhythm of your heartbeat is a counterpoint to your outward demeanor, an artful front that conceals the roiling currents beneath.

“It's normal for Mimi to express displeasure toward certain guests who visit the seat of divine foresight. Which, I share the sentiment of disfavor for each of them as well “

An understanding smile curves your lips as Yanqing rushes to clarify the lion's selective antagonism. His words stumble upon an unintended implication, a truth he hastens to correct.

"No, no! I mean, not you. It's just that Mimi tends to react to guests who I bore a distaste for. But you're not one of them! I like you."

"Thank you, Yanqing. I appreciate your kind words. I hold a favorable opinion of you as well."

Yet, amidst this exchange of mutual regard, Jing Yuan remains a silent observer, his gaze an inscrutable force that seems to dissect your every nuance.

The intensity of his scrutiny is apparent, a trace that awakens a sense of caution within you. Your question, a protective reflex, pierces the silence with its sharpness.

"Is there something on your mind, Jing Yuan?"

"I apologize, I seem to have been lost in thought. Perhaps it's best if I were to return Snowlion to her quarters. One can't be too cautious, as unforeseen events could transpire."

His summoning of Qingzu heralds the resolution to this unexpected confrontation, the counselor's compliance evident as she steps forward to retrieve the lion. The tension seems to crescendo as Snowlion lets out one final, resonating roar before yielding to Qingzu's command. The lion's retreat is a mesmerizing sight; its white, fluffy coat sways with an illusion of innocence, masking the underlying threat it had represented just moments before. Its lingering gaze, fixed on you with the residue of antagonism, emphasizing its untamed nature.

Jing Yuan's disappointment is recognizable, his eyes tracing the lion's departure with a sigh of resignation. It's evident that his intentions to introduce his companion to you have not yielded the outcome he had anticipated. The initial excitement that had colored his introduction now takes on a tinge of thwarted ambition.

Apology tints his voice as he addresses you, an apologetic smile gracing his lips.

"Please accept my apologies for this unforeseen occurrence. Snowlion is quite particular about those she allows in her proximity. I hope her display of aggression did not disturb you."

You respond with a reassuring nod. "Animals, especially those untamed by nature, often exercise caution with unfamiliar faces. It's a natural instinct for them."

The exchange takes on a lighthearted note as you muse about the potential for future encounters. Your words carry a note of optimism, a playful anticipation of what might come to pass.

"Perhaps, with time, Snowlion might grow accustomed to my presence and warm up to me."

"I have no doubt that she will, (Name)."

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Silly Little Theory Regarding Chapter Seven [Spoilers!]

Heyyyyy so this is basically just my Diasomnia brainrot organised in a semi-presentable format and dressed up as a theory, please enjoy. Major Chapter Seven and character spoilers ahead!

In every chapter so far, the unique magic of that chapter’s central students has been revealed to us; from what we can tell right now, Diasomnia is shaping up to be the same way. Malleus’s signature spell has already been revealed and explained, so it’s only natural to expect that the rest of the Diasomnia family will receive the same treatment in the near future. While I have a few little ideas about what Lilia and Sebek’s spells could be, in this tedtalk I’ll be speculating on my personal favourite character, Silver.

Personal bias for sleepy boy aside, it’s fairly apparent that Silver will be an important player in chapter seven, and, if there is one, the potentially upcoming chapter eight. I think we can all agree that Mickey’s line about seeing Silver in Yuu’s room – or at least in Yuu’s magic mirror – sets off some major suspicious alarm bells. The fact that this man has either, A, broken into our house, or B, has some kind of connection to the cross-dimensional magic mirror that is more than likely Yuu’s only ticket home, gives us ample reason to suspect that he’s more than meets the eye.

I know I’m slightly digressing, but all of this to say that I think Silver’s unique magic might be dream hopping, or some other lucid-dreaming related talent. Thematically speaking, it matches his character very well, and in the context of the story it could potentially be INVALUABLE in beating OB!Malleus. As for how it fits into the endgame plot, it could explain why Silver was able to appear in the mirror; though there isn’t any official confirmation or solid evidence for this, considering the fact that the mirror is the method in which we regularly converse with Mickey fucking Mouse, we can (somewhat) safely assume that it’s dream related.

This point is kind of flaky, but the fact that Mickey only appears at night, combined with the emphasis on the Disney villain dreams, shows that it isn’t too huge a leap to assume that Mickey and Yuu might be meeting in some kind of sleep world of sorts. Also, the game is literally called Twisted Wonderland. I don’t know how much harder they can hint that the overarching story will have something to do with dreams without spelling out the ending in bold writing.

Given the fact that dreams and sleep have been very much at the forefront during this chapter, it’s a natural conclusion to draw that Silver, one of this chapter’s main characters who also happens to have a mysterious, unexplained ailment which causes him to fall asleep in random places might just be important.

As of right now, though we know that he put everyone to sleep, we don’t know that much about what Malleus actually did. He spoke about everyone experiencing a rebirth, and we know that the driving force for his actions was wanting Lilia to stay, but that’s…pretty much it. Most people speculate that he’s sent them all to some form of dream world, which makes the most sense.

There are still a few big questions though, mainly whether or not Malleus actually has any control over what happens there. Is the extent of his abilities just trapping them in the dream realm, or does his spell include making them believe that it’s real? Going even further down the rabbit hole, can he actively alter memories in order to create a more ideal world for himself? Like, erasing Lilia’s memory of ever wanting to leave and things like that.

He clearly wants them all to be happy there, which wouldn’t be possible if they were aware they were dreaming, so I guess he must be able to??? Idk I’m kind of talking nonsense here.

As for how Silver will fit in, the creators could really take this in any direction they feel like. What I personally think will happen is that due to his unique magic, or perhaps his tendency to fall asleep, he’ll manage to keep his memories of reality. He’ll be faced with choosing whether or not to do the right thing and step in to stop Malleus, or to just leave things be so he can keep Lilia forever. It’s been implied before (and, in some cases, outright stated) that Silver is terrified of change, so I could picture him dealing with a crisis of conscience where he knows he has to tell everyone the truth but is too afraid of the consequences. It would fit in perfectly with the other main theme of the Diasomnia chapter, how nothing lasts forever and that partings are inevitable.

Even if this entire analysis/theory turns out to be utter nonsense, I’m super excited to for the next update and I sincerely hope that best boy will get the screentime he deserves.

Thank you for indulging my ramblings :D

Edit: It's new years day (2024) and I was just scrolling through my own posts like an egotistical maniac, so I thought I'd leave an edit saying happy birthday to Lilia :3

#diasomnia #twisted wonderland #silver twst #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twst #twts theory #twisted wonderland theory

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'A year ago, the idea of moviegoers dressing up in suits and wide-brimmed hats to see Christopher Nolan’s three-hour biopic about theoretical physicist J. Robert Oppenheimer would’ve sounded absurd. One fateful scheduling matchup with Greta Gerwig’s Barbie and (the disorienting state of meme economy) later, however, and suddenly Oppenheimer is this year’s #Gentleminions.

These are wackadoodle times, but the film’s costume designer Ellen Mirojnick, for one, is tickled.

“When Oppenheimer and Barbie collided in this magnificent starburst that only Oppenheimer could dream up, and then to see the cultural and financial result, was staggering,” says Mirojnick, who coincidentally was once attached to costume a previous iteration of the Barbie movie. When she visited a movie theater last month, she saw firsthand moviegoers across genders decked out in hot pink and Oppie ties. “Halloween will be quite the event this year,” she predicts. “I think Barbenheimer will have another go round for sure at the end of October.”

As far as Mirojnick is concerned, however, the fact that Oppenheimer is as stylish as it is shouldn’t be terribly surprising. Oppenheimer, the man, took his clothes very seriously—his father, Julius, ran a textile importing firm in New York, and Oppie developed his good taste from an early age. His famous hat—which featured an unusual porkpie top with a wide, cowboyish brim—was a hybrid of sorts, likely shaped by his love for New Mexico. So, too, was his Indigenous-designed turquoise-inset silver belt buckle, which the costume team had recreated based on an archival photograph. “He used to use that buckle to strike the match to light his pipe or his cigarette,” she says, “so it was quite cowboy-esque.” (If you’re in the market for a similar buckle–as many of my GQ colleagues now are—Mirojnick suggests bringing a photo of it to a silversmith in Santa Fe and having them custom-make it for you.)

Both items feature prominently in one movie ensemble that Mirojnick calls Oppenheimer’s “mythic look,” which appears midway through the film. As Cillian Murphy’s Oppenheimer takes the reins at the Manhattan Project in Los Alamos, he dons a suit tailored from hardy workwear fabric, a sky blue shirt, and a stout brown tie. “When he walks out of that office, he is the sheriff, make no bones about it. He owns that town that he built.”

Thanks to archival photographs, the costume team didn’t have to imagine how Oppenheimer or his colleagues dressed—and menswear-minded viewers might clock that many of the physicists alongside Oppenheimer at the Berkeley lab and Los Alamos seem peculiarly stylish. (No small feat, given how many guys [gender neutral] are in Oppenheimer.) This, as fans have noted, is a Nolan signature: “[Nolan] is a man that you see every day in a sport jacket, a waistcoat, and a shirt, so he is a fan of that type of silhouette and structure,” Mirojnick says. “I think that has a very particular masculine approach to his men.”

But it’s also a signature of Mirojnick’s, who has outfitted countless powerful figures throughout her legendary career. (“I love seeing men in suits,” she says.) Her credits include Sharon Stone’s Catherine Tramell in Basic Instinct and Michael Douglas’s Gordon Gekko in Wall Street, the latter of which remains one of the most influential suiting movies ever. The costume designer says she wasn’t consciously thinking of Gekko when it came to dressing Oppie—another archetypal American man who wielded tremendous and destructive power—but she sees stylistic parallels between them. “I’ll be bold to say [Oppenheimer] took the same course as Gordon into becoming a self-made man, trusting and being empowered by his brain and his intelligence,” she says. “He knew [how] he could present to elicit what he needed.”

In the film, Oppenheimer’s keen sense of style also helps establish his real-life reputation as a womanizer. His clothes, Mirojnick says, were “simply elegant, but in a hugely seductive way.” Casting Cillian Murphy as Oppenheimer also didn’t hurt, of course, as far as conveying sex appeal is concerned: “He could put anything on and make it look like a million dollars,” says Mirojnick, who was delighted by the actor’s premiere outfits before the cast halted their promotional run in solidarity with the SAG strike. “I was surprised at the sheer Saint Laurent, to be honest, because I wouldn’t have thought that he likes to bring that much attention. He has a perfect je ne sais quoi about him.”

It's that same sort of ineffable quality that hits at the core of the Barbenheimer experience. “One day when we study [how this phenomenon happened], I’d be hugely fascinated by why it became what it became,” she says, adding: “The ones who really pull the strings, it would be very nice if they really paid attention to what we have been part of, what history has brought us right now.”'

#Barbenheimer #Ellen Mirojnick #Oppenheimer #Christopher Nolan #Greta Gerwig #Barbie #Basic Instinct #Wall Street #Cillian Murphy #Saint Laurent

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6 Top Money-Themed Songs Ever

Money makes the world go 'round, and it's no wonder that it's a popular theme in music too. From Hindi melodies to English classics, we've rounded up six top money-themed songs that'll leave your ears and pockets feeling rich!

"Money, Money, Money" by ABBA

Let's kick off our musical journey with ABBA's iconic hit, "Money, Money, Money." This timeless English classic perfectly captures the allure and obsession with wealth. With a catchy tune and relatable lyrics, it's a song that never gets old. As ABBA croons, "In my dreams, I have a plan, if I got me a wealthy man," it's hard not to tap your feet and sing along. This song is an evergreen reminder of our relentless pursuit of prosperity, set to a catchy beat.

"Paisa Yeh Paisa" from Karz

Now, let's dive into Bollywood with "Paisa Yeh Paisa" from the classic movie Karz. This Hindi song will have you grooving to its catchy rhythm while contemplating the importance of money in life. The lyrics "Paisa yeh paisa, kaisa yeh paisa" resonate with many, reminding us that money can be both a friend and a foe. Rishi Kapoor's energetic performance in the film adds an extra layer of charm to this tune.

"For the Love of Money" by The O'Jays

Next up, we have "For the Love of Money" by The O'Jays. This English track combines a groovy rhythm with a strong message about the role of money in our lives. The lyrics "Money, money, money, money, MONEY" are catchy and unforgettable, driving home the idea that money can be a powerful motivator. This song's funky vibes make it a great addition to your playlist.

"Paisa Bolta Hai" from Kala Bazaar

Continuing our journey through Bollywood, "Paisa Bolta Hai" from Kala Bazaar is a Hindi gem that addresses the many faces of money. This song paints a vivid picture of how money speaks and influences people's decisions. The line "Paisa bolta hai, paisa bolta hai, paisa bolta hai" highlights the influence of wealth in our society, making it a thought-provoking yet catchy track.

"Money for Nothing" by Dire Straits

Taking a turn into the world of rock, we have "Money for Nothing" by Dire Straits. This English rock classic tells a story of a working-class man watching music videos on TV and pondering the extravagant lifestyles of rockstars. The lyrics "Money for nothing and your chicks for free" offer a satirical take on the music industry's glamorous image. The song's distinctive guitar riffs and energetic beat make it a true classic.

"Ka-ching!" by Shania Twain

We're wrapping up our list with Shania Twain's "Ka-ching!" – a fun and upbeat English song that celebrates the hustle and bustle of making money. The lyrics "We live to work and we work to spend" capture the essence of modern life, where the pursuit of wealth is ever-present. Shania Twain's signature country-pop sound adds a unique flavor to this money-themed track.

Conclusion

Music has a way of capturing life's nuances, and money is no exception. These six songs, ranging from Hindi melodies to English classics, offer a diverse perspective on the role of money in our lives. So hit play and let the melodies remind you of the universal quest for prosperity.

#money #new music #music #classic music #abba

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Consumer Guide / No.120 / Q & A with writer / broadcaster (The Burkiss Way, Quote...Unquote) Nigel Rees, with Mark Watkins.

MW: As a child, what did you inherit (and from whom)?

NR: My parents were not really into books or what we now call media but my father did have a sense of humour and I inherited that. If I had an inspiration it was from my uncle, Tom Gleave, a Battle of Britain pilot who was shot down and badly burned but who lived to fight on (literally) and write a book about it. At the age of 8, he had a dream to fly and he got away from his Liverpool home and achieved something heroic. I, too, at the age of 8 had a dream – to be in broadcasting – and I, too, got away from there to do that.

MW: Have you ever sworn on The Bible?

NR: Only for jury service which I have done once (and am now too old for it). I found it a most interesting experience at Southwark crown court in 2002. I did two cases both involving black defendants on charges of petty theft, possessing knives, etc. We let them both off. Although one was almost certainly guilty, the police work was so inadequate, it was a no-brainer to do this.

MW: Your favourite music to wake-up to? Switch-off the world and unwind to?

NR: My wife listens to BBC Radio 3 all day, so by default that is what I hear. We like to go to the opera (favourite Eugene Onegin) and ballet but my tastes in music range right across the spectrum. If I listen to music on my own, it is mostly pop (up to about 2000). I have a vast collection of albums which I carry around with me on one small SD Memory Card. Coming from Liverpool, I naturally prefer the Beatles to the Stones.

MW: Do you have a study at home?

NR: I have two homes, so two studies. In each, I have a trestle table from John Lewis, both purchased in 1973. On these I have written all of my broadcast scripts, my 50 or 60 books, and everything else.

MW: What sorts of things are in your personal archive and what systems, if any, do you have in place to retrieve items for reference purposes?

NR: Over the past ten years I have digitalized everything – so I am more or less paper free, thus saving a huge amount of space. Scanning all my writings and all my photographs was a mammoth task but tremendously well worth it. I can now search through the entire system very quickly – an absolutely marvellous resource.

MW: Have you ever “culled” due to necessity or overwhelm?

NR: Yes indeed. I am now very firm about not keeping books that I expect never to read again or which don’t earn their space on my shelves.

MW: Tell me about your devising ability…

NR: I created Quote … Unquote for radio because I wanted to provide myself with a work opportunity, writing and presenting. The same goes for a now-forgotten quiz, Where Were You in ’62? (Fifties and Sixties nostalgia on BBC Radio 2), which to my mind was a better show, if now forgotten. Again, I devised it in order to have something to do to earn a living. Same goes for all those books.

In creating other shows – for radio and TV – and proposing books, I have always been heavily involved. So choosing the guests – and usually picking the signature tune – has been what I do. If you are self-employed, as I have always been, you just find the energy – in order to stay afloat.

MW: Give your Top 3 favourite quotes and by whom, and the background behind them...

NR: Easy. I carry these quotes in my wallet, ready for when I am asked this question:

‘All political lives, unless they are cut off in mid-stream at a happy juncture, end in failure, because that is the nature of politics and of human affairs’ – ENOCH POWELL

– last words of his book Joseph Chamberlain (1977). Leader of the Liberal Unionists in the 1890s, Chamberlain never became Prime Minister and had to retire from public life through ill-health, with his tariff reforms (giving preferential treatment to colonial imports) not yet in place. Powell may also have had himself in mind when writing this concluding passage. Every day that passes I find proof of its wisdom.

‘Nothing matters very much and very few things matter at all’ – ARTHUR BALFOUR

– I saw this quoted in 1971, but there appears to be no other source for this much-quoted observation. Helps to keep things in perspective. Compare what Bishop Creighton (1843-1901) said when reassuring an anxious seeker after truth, that it was ‘almost impossible to exaggerate the complete unimportance of everything’ – quoted in The Lyttelton Hart-Davis Letters (for 2 May 1956).

‘Consider, Sir, how insignificant this will appear a twelvemonth hence’ – SAMUEL JOHNSON

– quoted in Boswell, Life of Johnson (1791), relating to 6 July 1763. When Boswell talked of some temporary setback as a serious distress, Johnson laughed and promulgated this excellent piece of advice.

MW: You’ve written specific books on Graffiti….but is it really art?

NR: My five paperback collections of humorous graffiti sold several million copies in the early 1980s – and were a spin-off from Quote…Unquote. So-called graffiti “art” just didn’t enter into it and I dislike it. Graffiti humour is now completely dead in the water and if people want to share jokes etc they have social media, email and text to do it with.

MW: You’ve had numerous guests on Quote… Unquote, from serious to showbiz. I’ve cherry-picked just a few here right across the board for you to comment on...firstly, writer, Monica Ali…

NR: She was an absolute gem and was absolutely right for the programme (2018) as well as having great charm. The first thing she said to me was that she had visited Tolstoy’s estate Yasnaya Polyana in Russia and called it a high point of her life. Having just done a visit there with my wife, I totally agreed with Monica, so we were off to a good start.

MW: James Burke…

NR: Do people remember him now? He was a TV science presenter, covered the moon shots etc. I can’t really remember how James did (in 1979) but suspect he didn’t quite have the sort of knowledge we were after. (Incidentally, I possess recordings of every single edition of Quote… Unquote – all 506 of them – and so technically I could listen to the two he appeared in, if I was so moved.)

MW: Benny Green…

NR: Jazz musician turned wonderful critic and writer (appeared many times from 1977). Noted for his slightly sour persona. When (actor) Ian McKellen sang a song on the show, Benny said, “I wonder if they’ll ever set that to music?”

MW: Matthew Parris…

NR: Perfect for the show (many times from 1995). He covered a wide range of subject matter – from politics to bookish stuff and also had plenty of personal anecdotes. Unfortunately, he regularly presented other shows on BBC Radio 4, so we couldn’t really use Matthew as often as we might have liked.

MW: Tim Rice…

NR: Appeared twice on the show – first in 1986 and then 33 years later. I have always admired the way he forged a whole new career for himself after parting from Lloyd Webber – collaborating with Elton John and garnering a shelf-full of awards. A good bloke too.

MW: Tom Stoppard…

NR: I met Tom first at the very moment he became famous (on the Edinburgh Fringe where his first play was put on by the same company which was presenting a revue I was in). When producer John Lloyd and I were making the Quote…Unquote pilot in 1975 we were determined that the guests should not be the usual sort of showbiz people who did these quizzes. So we had on Jonathan Miller, Germaine Greer, Michael Frayn and so on. Tom did the pilot with his then wife Miriam and, as this became the first to be broadcast, he got us off to a predictably good start.

MW: Fiona Richmond…

NR: Perhaps a surprise choice (in 1981). I had seen her act in a stage show Pyjama Tops (even reviewed it on the BBC Radio 4 arts programme, Kaleidoscope) and was aware of her supposed sex diaries in Men Only but can’t really recall how she came to be on the show, except that as with Stoppard she was not the sort of person you would expect to find on a Radio 4 panel game. We had 595 guests on the programme and we spread our net wide. Their only qualification was whether we thought they were up for it and up to it. I think she was – just. Or perhaps I was amused to be able to introduce the sex queen as the daughter of a vicar, which she was.

MW: The Goodies…

NR: Graeme Garden was on a lot in the early days but then he went off to I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Clue and we had a sort of rule that we wouldn’t have anyone on who was regularly appearing elsewhere. Bill Oddie (in 2001) rubbished Shelley’s ‘Ode to a Skylark’ which made me wonder whether he was really our sort of person. As to Tim Brooke-Taylor, I got the impression that he never liked me or my works, so I stuck to our rule not to have on people whom neither my producer nor I fancied!

MW: Rounding off, tell me about your Newsletter and other (known) plans post Quote… Unquote moving forward…

NR: When I brought the radio show to an end in December 2021 (after 46 years) I made it clear that The Quote… Unquote Newsletter which I had produced for 30 years would continue. This is a quarterly email attachment that goes out to over 1,200 subscribers round the world.

It grew out of an informal sheet of quotation queries that I began in the late 1980s in response to listeners and to readers of my 50 or so related books.

And so it goes on – details on my website http://www.quote-unquote.org.uk/

Otherwise, I am enjoying my retirement and have no plans to do any more broadcasting or write any more books.

There were several reasons why I decided to end the radio show but Covid knocked it on the head – because I was not able to do it as I had done for all those years. As to the cultural changes in the world at large and the BBC’s woke agenda, don’t get me started …

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Hey, I just read your Kurogiri omega and was wondering if you could do a part 2, but with Kurogiri remembering his time in the AU when he was Obroro and how he met the alpha reader until the day of his "likely" death?!

I've been trying to find an excuse to continue that, so thank you for being that excuse, anon!

Omega! Kurogiri Part 2

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Kurogiri x M! Reader

Omega! Kurogiri Headcanons Part 1

TW: Angst, Death, Unhealthy Coping Mechanism

You couldn’t tell him he was your mate. It would place you and him in danger.

You kept going to Tartarus to visit him but decreased the frequency of them.

Kurogiri did not take this lightly.

You were leaving him again.

You both had built something meaningful and you were leaving.

Kurogiri laid down on the bed he was given and stared blankly ahead of him.

The world became dimmer as the time passed. Eventually his eyes closed and he drifted away to the lovely abyss of sleep.

“Shirakumo!” The blue mist haired boy turned around and spotted his two friends call out to him.

Yamada, the loud blond, was dragging the dark hair Aizawa with him. He looked eager to tell him something.

“Hey man! Uh, something going?” He asked. Yamada was way to energetic for it to be his usual and Aizawa didn’t look all that annoyed either.

“You won’t believe it man! One of our classmates is super hot!” Yamadas face held a small blush to it while Aizawa turned his head around to ignore them.

He was also blushing.

Shirakumo laughed at the two and wrapped his arm around Aizawa's neck.

"Oh really? Tell me more." He teased.

Yamada gave him an entire speech about how their classmate was hot as fuck and how the guys name was really pretty. He was fanboying over someone he barely knew.

Shirakumo thought it was cute how affected Yamada was by the new student so he couldn't wait to meet him.

When he did meet you, his inner omega purred.

Everything about you was perfect and beautiful to him.

He wanted to get to know you better.

Thats what allowed a friendship to bloom between you both.

He smiled a lot throughout the day but it became brighter when you would walk into the room.

His omega purred at him, begging him to get closer to you so he could take your scent in. Look at your beautiful eyes and your beautiful face.

You would catch him staring at you, the lingering trail of smokey blue hair giving him away every time.

You also liked him, a lot actually.

Easy on the eyes but with a big personality.

Welcoming, comforting, everything you would ever want in a significant other.

You found it endearing how he took the initiative to keep Aizawa away from rude and mean people.

You could also see how your guys friend, Yamada, would falter. His smile dropping for a moment when he thought no one was watching.

That always happened when Aizawa and Shirakumo were together.

You were all young, so it didn't matter who was dating who or what the future would hold. The now was more important then anything else.

Shirakumo contemplated what he could do to court you.

He jumped to the conclusion of courting instead of asking you if you were wanting to try a relationship with anyone.

He told Aizawa and the black haired boy just looked at him. His eyes saying something that his mouth wouldn't.

Didn't matter how well Shirakumo knew him, he didn't know how to read his eyes.

"Should i get him a bouquet? Maybe his favorite foods? Ah, i dont know what to do! Aizawa help me!" Aizawa recommended he just asked you out.

"You're so not romantic, but i still love you." He missed how much his words affected Aizawa. The black haired boys face was tinted red, his neck taking most of the blush he couldn't show on his cheeks.

Shirakumo made up every possible scenario inside of his own head and instead asked Yamada for some help.

"Yo! You should totally make a dramatic confession!" Shirakumo and Yamada planned everything out.

It did not go well.

You made it clear to him that you weren't looking for anything at the moment and that you just wanted to be friends with him.

Shirakumo and his omega became upset. His spring like scent became muddled, dirty water and a harsh smell overlaying itslef in a thick blanket.

His personality didn't change around you, he was still smiles and laughter.

When class would finish he would walk with Aizawa back to the train station and vent about everything you did that day.

"He looked so handsome eating that pudding and the way he leaned on his arm. So hot." Shirakumo sighed.

Aizawa felt very conflicted. He was happy for his friend but something else made itself present when he spoke about being with you.

Shirakumos pinning wouldn't stop and it finally got to a point were he would openly flirt with you.

You didn't mind it, in reality, you were as much of a flirt back.

This game between the two of you played out with him complementing you with big charades.

You would be more tactile. Occasionally touching his arms or running your hands threw his smoke hair.

It was pleasant. His hair parting into tendrils and at times having a mind of its own.

It would wrap itself around your wrist preventing you from removing your hand.

Enough time had passed that you felt like pursuing something more with him.

Something more romantic.

Shirakumo dragged you to the roof top one day.

All he said was that it was important.

"I like you, a lot. You're just so...handsome and pretty and beautiful and everything else thats good really." He stopped and began to walk around the roof top of the school.

"My omega is going nuts with your scent and it honestly drives me crazy too." Shirakumo danced around you.

"If you only knew how much i want to hold you and kiss you every time you help Aizawa out. That one time you helped that omega by fighting those meat heads off of them. Purring for you, baby!" Shirakumo got close to the roofs edge.

"Everything about you makes me and my omega want you. I-" Shirakumo slipped from the edge and fell.

You ran to catch him, maybe you could save him.

Shirakumo would most likely die, you wouldn't get there on time to catch him.

Your heart pulled with dread and dropped when you heard him scream.

Then, a peak of mist made itself seen from the edge of the roof.

“Shirakumo!” You yelled at him as he floated above you.

He flew around in his cloud, circling around you laughing.

“Was that intentionally?” You asked once he got down from his cloud.

His face became red as he watched you look at him expectingly.

“Ah, yeah?” You laught at his response and pulled him towards you.

You ran your fingers threw his smoke like hair and cupped his cheek in your hand, thumb gently caressing his face.

“You know? You should really stick to just two word phrases. I don’t think you have the mental capacity or brain cells for anything more.” You teased.

He gave you a goofy smile while he practically melted into your touch.

You were heaven and safety for him.

His inner omega begging him to ask you to be his mate. To bond. To do everything with you.

To be yours and you be his alpha.

His mouth a body moved on their own. He couldn't stop himself from getting closer to you and wrapping his arms around you.

"I'm sorry,” He stared at your eyes and admired them more a moment, “but you’re to perfect to just put into two words.”

Shirakumo closed the gap between you two and kissed you.

Both you and him, and your secondary sexes, we’re overwhelmed and overjoyed.

It was a thrilling emotion that coursed through you. The giddiness of being able to say that this was someone you would like to invest all of your time on.

You both loved each other so much, nothing in that moment or the ones to come could ruin that.

Then in your second year, Aizawa brought you Shirakumos speaker.

It was battered and broken. Wet.

Destroyed.

Aizawa said nothing to you, the other alpha walked away from you without batting an eye or even acknowledging the blond beta running after him.

You felt your legs give way as you fell to the floor. Vision becoming blurry and warm streaks falling down your face.

“So what should we do? We both want to mate but we can’t risk our careers.” “Don’t worry about Y/n. You’re already my mate. My omega is telling me that you’ve already been accepted and naturally, I’m always glad to call you mine. Fuck the rules!” “Sure, whatever you say, my mate.”

The happy memories and the planned out future you both had with each other was now just a dream.

It was delusion you had set yourself up for.

Your mate was gone.

“So that’s who you are.” Kurogiri spoke into the empty cell. The dream having woken him up.

He turned to lay on his side and stared at the invisible cell door.

He didn’t attempt to fall back to sleep.

You laid awake in bed, face pressed into an old jacket that was clearly worn down.

It was faded in color and no longer had that signature scent you adored so much.

It no longer smelled like spring.

Or like fresh air.

It smelled like you and your laundry detergent.

Your mate was dead and you both never got the chance to make it official.

Would never have a family of your own. Never have your first anything together.

Never have another moment with each other.

He was gone and yet still here.

Your mate was a terrorist who found no issue in killing others.

“Goodnight…my omega. Sweet dreams, Oboro.” You drifted off to sleep once your eyes closed.

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akingdomofswordsandstories · 4 years

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Unrequited

azriel (acotar) x reader

Summary: takes place during acofas, you and Azriel are mates but he doesn’t know it yet, angst, fluff, and everything in between

*Also this is my first imagine ever so I'm sorry if it sucks lol! There will be a part 2 to this, but I am still working on it!!

word count: 3927

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The winter solstice was in a few days and you weren’t sure what to get some of the inner circle. You walked briskly down the streets of the Rainbow, chilled to the bone due to the wind. You had made the dumb mistake of rushing out of the townhouse - to avoid any questions of where you were going - without taking your scarf. Your current outfit, which was a chunky knit blue sweater with leggings and boots, wasn’t enough to keep the chill away. But the cold wasn’t the most important thing on your mind. You had already bought presents for Rhys, Feyre, Amren, and Elain, but that left Cassian, Mor, and Azriel. Mor and Cass would be pretty easy to buy for, but you put it off knowing they would look through your room trying to find their solstice gift. But Azriel, that would be much harder.

Every waking hour, the shadowsinger haunted your thoughts. Something you had come to conclude was unrequited.

You had realized the mating bond between you two before he did.

It had clicked a few months ago while on a diplomatic mission. The aftermath of Hybern had left things chaotic, and if you were being honest, it still was. Rhys decided to send Cassian, Mor, Azriel, and you to travel to some of the other courts to bring back reports on the recovery after the war. However, traveling did have some dangers. While you were on your way back to Velaris from the Winter Court, your group was ambushed by a group of Hybern soldiers who had been hiding out in the mountains. Had it not been for Azriel’s wings shielding you from the initial arrows, you would’ve surely been dead, and that’s when it clicked for you. But like an idiot, you didn’t say anything.

You had thought if the bond had clicked for you, it would've clicked for Azriel too. You realized your mistake when Azriel hadn’t acknowledged any change between you two. You hoped that he would figure it out in the coming weeks, but he didn’t. You knew the same sort of situation happened with feyre and rhys so you still held out some hope. But as the months went by, and you realized the bond still hadn’t clicked for Azriel and it felt too late to tell him.

At least that was the excuse you made up. Truly, you were also afraid of the rejection that could have followed. You weren’t a fool, you knew him and Elain had some sort of connection, and that shattered your dreams even more. The possibility that he wouldn’t accept the mating bond to be with the fair skinned, doe eyed fae. Everytime Azriel was in the same room as Elain, she was the only thing he would pay attention to. During gatherings, you would plaster on a smile and act as if you were happy, but Cassian and Mor, your best friends, could sense your discomfort. They tried to ask you about it, but seeing as you would shut down anything they said, they decided not to pry too much. Amren ended up figuring out the source of your discomfort had to do with Azriel, but kept your secret until you would be ready to share it.

You came to the conclusion that distancing yourself from him would be the best option, so that's what you did.

You walked down the street till you got to one of the finest seamstresses is Velaris. Since you were an artist like Feyre, you decided to draw out a dress and have it made for Mor. The color was blood red, her signature. It was a silk slip dress that would come down to her mid-lower calf and it would be embroidered with a brilliant gold thread. You drew out a pattern of the sun, stars, and moon, which you hoped she would like. To go along with Mor’s dress, you got a jeweler to make a custom necklace and bracelet set to go with it. You designed more dainty jewelry that had gold stars with diamonds, since she was a dreamer.

You decided to design Cassian’s gift as well, creating a beautiful silver and black dagger with a moonstone on the hilt. It was a beautiful dagger, but you also made sure it was usable, because you would hate for it to go to waste. To add onto the combat theme, you also decided to buy him new fighting leathers with touches of red embroidery to match his siphons. Lastly, you bought Cassian a bottle of fae wine, which definitely wouldn't last long.

The last thing you got for all three of you was a friendship necklace. Although that sounds corny, the two of them had become such a positive force in your life and you couldn’t imagine life without them. Keeping with the celestial theme for the friendship necklaces, you bought a sun, a moon, and a star. The sun for Cassian, the moon for Mor, and the star for you. Although they are opposites in some ways, all three need each other, just like the three of you needed each other.

Now that you had gotten Mor’s and Cassian’s solstice gifts figured out, it was onto Azriel’s gift. You honestly had no clue what to get him. Due to distancing yourself, you weren’t sure if there was something that he wanted. You were positively stumped. Lucky for you though, you ended up spotting Mor in another shop a few stores down from where you were, most likely getting the rest of her solstice gifts. You decided to sneak up on her as a friendly prank. Grabbing her shoulders, you yelled in her ear, making her jump.

“Oh mother above, it’s just you, y/n! You scared the life out of me” Mor said.

“Doing some last minute shopping?” you asked. “I could ask you the same thing”. Giving her a playful smack on the arm, the corners of your mouth curled upward, even the simplest remark from her could make you smile.

The two of you were currently standing in front of a jewelry shop, looking at the collections of necklaces and earrings through the window. “Wow” you breathed out “These are all so beautiful”

“Indeed they are, although they’re quite pricey”

“How pricey is pricey?”

She whispered the amount in your ear and you stopped breathing for a second, “Holy Mother wow, that is quite the price tag. At least we can admire it from a far”, you laughed out. Even though you got a very generous salary from Rhys, you still felt guilty spending so much money on materialistic things.

After a moment you said, “Actually, since you’re here, I do need help finding a solstice gift for Azriel”, softening your voice at the end, “Any ideas?” you asked, drawing out the syllables.

“Well, I always get Azriel some cool towels, clothing, or a dagger!” Mor said. A small scoff came out of my mouth as I shook my head and raised my eyebrows. “Fine!” she exclaimed, “I may have overheard him needing a new leather sheath for Truth Teller.” grumbling towards the end. “Oh that sounds great, thank you for the help! Now let’s go off to the closest leather goods store and find a sheath!”.

“y/n! I still have shopping to do” a scowl appearing on her face. “Fine, I guess I’ll just call Cassian, cause his judgement might be better than yours, when it comes to knife related things of course” you said, baiting her.

“Ugh, I hate you y/n”

“I hate you too Mor”

“Fine, let's get going before I change my mind” she grumbled. Then we took off down the streets of the Rainbow to find a sheath.

The task was easier said than done, for you at least. Being indecisive and a major over thinker, you had looked through close to 100 sheaths, but none of them seemed good enough to hold the blade that Azriel never let anyone else touch. Except Elain.

While you were lost in your thoughts, you laid your y/c eyes on the perfect sheath. It had a bright cobalt blue stitching to match Az’s siphons. Along the tip and lining the top of the leather was a thin coat of silver plating with little sapphires embedded in the metal. You quickly snatched it up and paid a hefty price for it, but it was perfect.

“Thank god you finally picked one, it felt like we were in that store for centuries”. Mor sighed, probably a sigh of relief for getting out of the store, “But y/n, it’s perfect, I know Azriel will love it”

“Do you really think so? I just want it to be the perfect gift and I’m scared he won’t like it because what if it’s too simplistic and what if-”

“Hey! It's perfect! Don’t stress too much y/n. And for the record, I think that you’re an amazing gift giver - the amount of thought you put into gifts make it all the better.”

You could feel a blush creeping up your cheeks and mumbled a small thank you.

“Anyway while we’re here do you need to get anything to go with your solstice outfit?”

“Oh Actually, I was so stressed about getting everyone’s solstice gift that I forgot to buy my dress” your voice falling off at the end. You felt yourself being yanked to a harsh stop and the saw Mor’s face staring at yours, mouth gaping and eyes wide.

“Are you crazy?? Solstice is in 3 days and you still don’t have anything??? Oh honey, our shopping isn’t done yet.” And with that statement you found yourself being pulled into the nearest dress shop. After trying on nearly 20 dresses you finally found the perfect one, which Mor approved. It was a light blue silk dress that was more fitted at the top but flared down at your waist. It had a cowl neckline, a slit going up the side to the mid upper thigh, and accentuates your curves beautifully and has a slight shimmer to it. You looked ethereal in it

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After your exhausting day of shopping, you couldn’t wait to get out of the cold. You swiftly walked back to the townhouse. Once inside you made your way to your room to set down the gifts, change your clothes, and grab your book. Then you quietly headed down to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea and sat on the couch to read. The house was quiet since all of the others decided to go to Rita’s tonight. You decided to stay home for some much needed relaxation. You opened your book and started reading. After a few hours, you felt your eyes drooping and eventually, sleep consumed you.

The loud noise of the front door caused you to stir and your eyes fluttered open. You were too exhausted to look so you just laid your head back down and tried to go to sleep. You could hear Mor whispering something and then felt yourself being lifted off the couch and being held close to a chest with your blanket still draped on you.

“Cass?” you whispered hoarsely along with a string of incoherent words

You heard a slight laugh “Not Cass but It’s ok, go back to sleep”. Then you felt yourself being gently placed on your bed and the sleep hit you before you could mutter a thank you.

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The sun was setting towards the sea as you sat in the sitting room of the town house. You were in your blue silk dress with a glass of wine in your hand. Rhys and Feyre were by the mantel, quietly talking while Mor and Amren were across the room. Near the window I saw Elain, and from the corner of my eye I could see Azriel making his way towards her. My face fell but I quickly plastered on a smile, not wanting to concern anyone. Especially since today was also Feyre’s birthday and we had planned a surprise for her. Feyre thought she could slip her birthday past us, but we hadn’t forgotten. After a few minutes, Cassian made his way from the kitchen with the enormous cake.

You floated towards Feyre and gave her arm a light squeeze. “Happy Birthday, make a wish before the candles melt!”

She blew out the candles and then we ate cake before opening up the presents.

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Rhys snapped his fingers and piles of brightly wrapped bags and boxes filled up the sitting room. Amren was the first to open her presents. Naturally, everyone got her something jewelry related. Amren opened mine and you saw a wide smile set across her face, she picked up the diamond necklace and nodded a ‘thank you’ your way. You returned the gesture back, a small smile forming on your face.

Next, Cassian handed Mor her present from him and she pulled out a-. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. He bought her red lingerie. Your face turned slightly red, but the Mor said “Don’t let him fool you: he couldn’t think of a damn thing to get me, so he gave up and asked me outright. I gave him precise orders. For once in his life, he obeyed them.”

Then, you heard one sharp knock at the door.

Nesta.

You saw Cassian tense up a bit. Nesta walked in, linking arms with Elain. She got a glass of wine before heading to sit in a chair in the back of the room. The silence was deafening. Finally Varian started talking and the present opening resumed.

From Amren, you received a new calligraphy set. It was so beautiful and you loved it. From Rhys, you got some books. It was perfect since you loved to read, and they were ones that you had been wanting to read for a long time. From Feyre, you received a painting as well as a new paint brush kit.

Cassian made his way to you and set a gift down in your lap. You opened the dark blue box that Cassian had placed in your lap. He had gotten you a sky blue hardbound journal with a gold embossed star on it. You desperately needed a new one, and this was perfect. You walked over and gave him a hug, whispered “Thank you, I love it.”.

Next you opened Mor’s present. You nearly choked when you saw what she got you and your whole face heated up. She got you a matching navy blue lingerie set like the one Cassian bought her.

“Yeah, I wasn’t too sure what to get you so I thought we could twin”. You looked around the room and saw the others holding in their laughs. You could’ve sworn you saw a tinge of red on Azriel’s ears. You just smiled and mouthed a silent “I’m going to kill you, but thank you” at her.

There wasn’t anything from Azriel. Your heart twinged. Had you not been important enough? It was just a present you reminded yourself, fixing your composure before handing Cassian his present.

He ripped it open like an animal, squealing when he saw it. A promising reaction given the amount of thought you put into it.

“Did you design these? They look amazing!”

“Yeah, I’m glad you like it. It took a long time to figure out what to get for your dumb ass”

“You mean my cute ass”, you smacked his arm and then got up to give Mor her present.

You closely watched her reaction as she opened her dress and jewelry, a large smile spreading across her face.

“You really buy the perfect presents y/n, I love it”.

“Oh Cass, Mor. One more thing.” You pulled out the small boxes with the friendship necklaces and bracelets handing it to them. “This was just a little something extra I thought of, I hope you like it”. You knew you would have started stuttering and crying if you had said the meaning to them, so you just handed them notes instead. They read over them, eyes glossing over, and pulled you into a hug.

“This is the only time I’ll wear jewelry” Cass stated, causing you to chuckle

Then Mor said, “I am never taking this off” causing you to laugh again.

Finally, Azriel opened up his presents. He had opened up all the others. All that was left was yours and Elain’s gift to him. He found his way to your present first, opening it.

“A new sheath for Truth Teller. I heard you needed a new one” you quietly said.

He held your gaze and smiled, “Thank you, it's great”. Suddenly feeling exposed, you quickly gave him a nod.

Then he went to open Elain’s gift. “It’s a powder to mix in with any drink.” she said.

Silence.

Elain bit her lip and then smiled sheepishly. “It’s for the headaches everyone always gives you. Since you rub your temples so often.”

Silence again.

Then Azriel tipped his head back and laughed.

You hadn’t heard him laugh before, and mother above it was gorgeous. You had never heard a sound so deep and joyous, a sound which made your heart clench. A part of you wished you were the reason he was laughing. You forced on a smile and spent the rest of the night drinking away the slight pain in your chest.

You were exhausted by the end of the night, sitting on the couch with Cassian and Mor, Azriel and Rhys seated on the opposite side of you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw movement towards the door, and craned your head to see what was going on. It was Nesta making her way to the door. You felt the couch lift next to you.

Cassian. He had swiftly pushed past Feyre and went after Nesta. This wouldn’t end well.

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Cassian had come back quiet and brooding, walking straight to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of liquor. You got up off the couch and followed him straight into the kitchen.

“Cass, let’s take a walk, yeah?”

“I just took a walk”

“It wasn’t a question”. You grabbed a white shawl and his hand and led him outside. “What happened?”

“What’s there to talk about? It was like all the other times. Why did I have to fall in love with someone who doesn't even love me back. Who looks at me like the Illyrian born bastard I am. Who hates the idea of being in the same room as me.”

You grabbed Cass’ hand, lightly squeezing it. “Don’t say that. Nesta, she,” your voice stopping for a second “She’s different. The way she handles pain and copes is different. Give her time. She just needs time. I know how much that may pain you, but you can’t rush healing”

You pulled him into a hug

“And for the record, I know the feeling more than you know” you quietly said “unrequited love”, head pointed at the ground.

Cassian tilted his head down to look at you, his face painted with confusion. You could tell he wanted to know more, but didn’t want to pry too much.

You hesitated before continuing, not sure if you wanted to reveal your closely guarded secret. “I-“ your voice faltering, “I found my mate”. The words seemed to have rushed out of your mouth and tears pricked your eyes as you said that. After months of hiding it, you had finally gotten it off your chest.

Cassian stood shocked, staring at you. “You found your mate? And you didn’t think to tell any of us? How long ago was this”

“I-, I found out who he was around the same time Rhys sent us on that diplomatic mission. And I didn’t tell anyone because he doesn’t even know yet.”

“That was almost 6 months ago, and you didn’t say anything?”.

The tears had started flowing at this point, “I thought he would figure it out. But by the time I realized he wasn’t going to figure it out, it was too late. He had already set his eyes on someone else. And I know I could never compete with Elain, even if I am his mate.” the last part slipped out without you realizing.

“Elain? What does she-“ his eyes widening “Does that mean Az is-“

You slowly nodded, tears welled up, threatening to spill out.

“Oh, mother…”, he pulled you into a tighter hug and that’s when the gates broke. You couldn’t hold back your tears as you sobbed into Cassian's chest, his hand stroking your back.

you must have been there for 15 minutes before you realized the other might start getting suspicious. Regaining your composure, you dried your tears and tried, to the best of your ability, to hide that you had been crying.

Looking back at Cassian, you gave him a slight smile before muttering, “Thank you. I’m sorry for dumping that on you, but please promise me you won’t tell anyone. Please.”

“Of course y/n, and don’t apologize, if it makes you feel better, it helped to take my mind off of Nesta and my own problems, which I desperately needed” he chuckled out.

With the smile still on your face, you linked arms with Cassian before saying, “Oh mother above it’s freezing, let’s get back inside before we turn into popsicles!”

He let out another laugh before the two of you made your way back into the house.

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You walked into the house and your sliver of happiness was crushed as you saw Az and Elain sitting at the table smiling and laughing quietly to themselves. Elain had her sketchbook out, showing Az her plans for the garden.

Your distraught had been clear to anyone who saw your face, and you were too tired to realize you weren’t able to hide it fast enough. Not being able to view the scene anymore, you quickly got up, muttered happy solstice, and grabbed your coat and purse before heading out the door to your apartment.

While walking home, you were consumed by your thoughts. You hated the pangs of jealousy that coursed through you. You often found yourself jealous of her soft spokenness and kindness. You also found yourself jealous of her effortless beauty. It was something that kept you up at night. She was so likeable and easily approachable, something you wished you were.

You were so drowned in your own thoughts that you hadn’t noticed a male following you till it was too late. One of his hands clamped on your mouth while the other grabbed your waist and pushed you into the nearest alleyway.

The male pulled out a knife and your tears started to fall. You were terrified about what he would do to you. This could be the last time you would have seen your family. You were struggling and kicking against him but it was no use. Your senses were groggy from the alcohol and drowsiness.

You had been so stupid to walk home alone at 2 in the morning. No matter how angry you were, you should’ve just stayed at the town house.

Before you could realize what was happening, you felt a sharp pain shoot through your side.

The sound of a clatter.

Receding footsteps.

A crimson stain blooming.

Your body crumpled to the ground and your vision started blacked out. This was it. Nobody could hear you and nobody could save you.

#azriel x reader #acotar x reader #acotar #azriel #cassian #imagine #sarah j maas #azriel acotar x reader

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tommysparker · 3 years

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Never Forget You [Chapter 1]

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Jedi!Reader

A/N: here’s the first official chapter! thank you so much for the support this series as already gotten. chapters will be posted every Saturday! enjoy :)

Warnings: angst. fluffy flashbacks. this isn’t even the worst of it mwhaha. paragraphed italics = flashback

[10 YEARS LATER]

The sky was as blue as his eyes. Not as dark and cloudy, but gave the same feeling of hope, peacefulness, and comfort. You could picture them vividly in your mind, even the small crinkle at the edges and the kindness they held, a warmness that matched your current aurora.

The two of you sat in the gardens for what felt like hours, deep in meditation. Your force signatures quickly became entangled with one another, your bond radiating around you, creating almost a shield bubble between the rest of the world and the two who sat inside.

Obi-Wan was the first to open his eyes, having never been one to sit still for long periods of time. He’s improved since he was a youngling, but still had a long way to go.

You, on the other hand, looked completely invested in your meditation. Your face was relaxed, although every now and then your eyebrows would furrow as you tried to maintain concentration. It was hard when a certain other was very distracting, even if he wasn’t aware of it.

“I can feel you staring,” you said, eyes still closed. Obi-Wan was thankful for that fact because it means you wouldn’t see him blush in embarrassment from getting caught.

“I can feel you blushing, too.” This time, you opened your eyes and smiled. “I knew you wouldn’t last long.” Anytime the two of you tried to meditate together, it would always end with Obi-Wan getting bored and asking to duel instead.

He quickly hid his face, pulling the hood of his robe over his head. “I’m not blushing, that’s childish.”

You giggled, leaning forward to lift the front of his hood. “Obi-Wan, you are the most childish person I know.”

The young man was about to protest before you hushed, eyes already closed once more as you returned to your deep state of awareness.

You opened your eyes and sighed, long and deep.

Standing up from the cold floor of your room, you looked out the window and gazed at the cloudy sky of Gyfill. The air felt chilly from the lack of life-forms in the area. After your first week on the planet, you decided it was a safer idea to seek shelter away from town. Considering your mission was to spy on the local Separatist groups, keeping a low profile was essential.

Today was different, however. The same cold and dull atmosphere were present, but the future is what held the divergent. For today, was the day you were finally to return home.

Home. The word itself felt familiar but distant. As a Jedi, you trained to hold little sentimental value. Attachments were forbidden, a path to the dark side. They provoked fear. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering.

Once your bag of belongings was packed, you made your way to the marked location someone from the Jedi council sent earlier that morning. Mentally, you were not prepared to see everyone again. After being isolated for years and having limited contact with any life form outside of business, the many faces from your time at the Temple became slightly blurry. Except for his.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was on his way to the Archives when he bumped into Ahsoka Tano.

“Oh, Master Kenobi! Perfect, I was about to go look for you.”

“Ahsoka,” he smiled. “What can I do for you?”

“Who’s Y/n Y/l/n?”

Obi-Wan froze. The sound of that name echoed in his mind, paired with memories that he had locked away in the back of his mind. “Well...that’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time,” was all he could manage to say, still trying to process all the past recollections that suddenly surfaced.

“So, you know them?”

“Uh, yes I suppose so. We were...close as younglings and trained together as Padawans. They were...the most skilled Jedi I ever had the pleasure of knowing, almost as good as Master Yoda.”

“If they’re so great, how come I never heard of them before?” Ahsoka tilted her head and raised an eyebrow, resting a hand on her hip in classic ‘Ashoka manner’,

“They were sent away on an important mission years ago as far as I know. Er, why do you ask? And how did you come to know of that name?”

“Oh right. Anakin said the Chancellor told him that Master Y/l/n was returning today. He told me to ask you about it.”

Once again, Obi-Wan’s world paused.

He stood across from you, trying to maintain a neutral expression as he watched you load your bags onto the ship. However, you knew him better than that.

You walked up to the young boy and he took in your appearance. Gone was the braid that draped over your shoulder. Gone were the long robes you liked to hide in, in their place was a heavy jacket that looked like it was built to keep out the cold. Perhaps you were going to Hoth?

“Obi, you know I can’t tell you where I’m going. Master Windu was strict about his instructions,” You sighed, sensing your friend trying to deduce as much as he could. Your Master was very clear when he told you how classified the mission was. No one can know, especially Obi-Wan.

“Can you at least say how long you’ll be gone?” He practically begged, wanting something, anything he could get to keep his hope alive. Hope that you'll return soon. Hope that you weren’t truly leaving him.

You looked away, staring at the towers and passing hover-vehicles that littered the planet you’ve grown up on. “I don’t know.”

Everything had happened so suddenly. You were called into the council room that day to hear the news every Padawan dreams of. When Master Windu said you were ready for the trials, the first thing you went to do was tell Obi-Wan. The two of you celebrated that night in the gardens, a moment you would treasure for the rest of your life. Soon after you gained the title of Jedi Knight, you were once again called into the Jedi Council room to be debriefed on your first mission as a proper Jedi. You didn’t want to mess this up. You couldn’t.

Obi-Wan resists the urge to pull you into a hug and never let you go, instead opting to hold your shoulders and give you his signature charming smile. “Be safe, darling.”

You smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes. You held his wrist, bringing his knuckles to your lips and pressed a hesitant kiss to them before pushing them to his side. “May the force be with you.”

There was no pet name at the end, no ‘my friend’ or even his own name. It was a sentence that was meant to bring comfort, but the way you phrased it, the edge in your voice, made Obi-Wan feel everything but comforted.

He didn’t get the luxury of responding, for all he did was blink and suddenly you were on the ship, taking off into the clear blue sky.

You gazed at the clouds passing by as the ship flew into Coruscant’s atmosphere. The bright light and sunny day was a harsh change from the grey sky that fell over Gyfill. The energy emitting off of all the life-forms gave you a headache. You felt the Force all around you, swirling in the air and penetrating your soul. It was like a breath of fresh air after drowning for over a decade.

You flinched at the light as the door opened, suddenly feeling like a hermit crawling out of its shell. Slowly walking out of the ship, you pulled the cloak hood over your head, inhaling the strange but familiar scent of the Jedi Temple. You were still wearing your Gyfill civilian attire, the wool fabric made the Coruscant heat much more intense causing a few beads of sweat to form on your forehead. Or was it just the nerves of seeing all the people you left behind?

Master Windu stood at the end of the drop door, a smile on his face at the sight of his former Padawan. It was an occasion that called for a little joy, a moment to celebrate outside the war that raged through the galaxy.

You descended down the ramp, taking in a sharp breath at the feeling of another force sensitive. “Master Windu”. You bowed your head and he did the same to you.

“Master Y/l/n, it’s great to see you in person rather than as a hologram.”

You both chuckled lightly. “The feeling is mutual, Master. It’s...it’s good to be back.” Your eyes wandered over the people that roamed about. Jedi Masters walked with their Padawans at their side. Distant memories resonated within you. Some time ago that was once you and your Master, the man who stands before you know who has grown significantly older. Then again, so have I, you thought to yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, you weren’t the only one registering your growth. Obi-Wan stood behind a pillar, glancing over the hanger in search of a familiar face. He was aware it would not be the same face he knew as a young boy, but he certainly was not prepared for what he saw.

You look older, which was the obvious and expected observation. He noted how you wrapped yourself in your cloak, similar to how you would in your youth. You stood tall in front of Master Windu, another trait you had kept since your days as a Padawan. He remembered how you would always act mature in the presence of Masters, something he never really understood until becoming a Jedi Knight. The need for approval by the superiors was a constant.

It wasn’t just your appearance that had changed either. He could feel it in the Force. There was a shift in it when you had landed that made an excited yet nervous chill run down his spine. You were stronger and held more control in your signature.

Before, he remembers being able to feel it from across the Temple. Now, it was barely there. He remembers feeling your bond drift farther as he watched you leave, and how it had dimmed over the years you were gone. He remembers the pain that tortured him every night as he laid awake in bed, trying to reach out across the stars but only being met with the vast emptiness of space. There was something in him that broke the first time he slept without having a tendril of your force signature connected with his. He felt cold, resorting to sleeping in his Master’s quarters in an attempt to ease the loneliness.

Overall, it would appear that nothing about you had changed, and yet it seemed everything was different. Almost everything.

His eyes were just as blue as the last time you saw them. They looked tired, haunted by the ongoing war but still filled with determination. Classic Obi-Wan.

You quickly broke eye contact the moment it was made, but that one second was more than enough for Obi-Wan to get lost in the familiar colour. His favourite colour in fact, not that he would ever admit you had any part in the decision.

“Master Obi-Wan?”

He jumped at the sound of a voice and suddenly became aware of the presence right next to him, that presence belonging to none other than Master Yoda.

“Master Yoda! I er I was just...uh...looking...for Anakin! Yes, uh have you seen him around by any chance?” Obi-Wan quickly tried to cover his stutter, feeling embarrassed about getting caught gazing from afar. Not that Master Yoda would know he was looking at you...right?

“I see,” the little green creature smirked in amusement. “Whatever it is, wait it can. Council meeting about to begin there is.”

Obi-Wan furrowed his eyes. Typically he was able to keep a good track of the meetings, but this was news to him. “What’s it about?”

“Master Y/l/n.”

“Hmm?” You hummed absentmindedly.

“Are you listening?” Master Windu raised an eyebrow.

“Oh uh, my apologies Master. I’m just...readjusting.” You tried to focus your attention on what Master Windu was saying, but the recognition of his presence made it difficult. For years, you tried to forget about him. You ignored the empty feeling in your stomach at night, the thoughts and memories that plagued your dreams. After some time, they eventually began to fade but never forgotten. It was for the best.

Master Windu crossed his arms. “There will be plenty of time for that after your debrief of the mission. Master Yoda and the rest of the council await.”

Oh, Force, not the council.

You would never dare to admit or even show it, but the council and being in the council room had always intimidated you. How could it not? You had to stand in the center of all the best Jedi of that era while they stare at you, judging you, sitting high and mighty in those stupid chairs.

“This way, my old Padawan.”

You followed Master Windu through the large halls of the Jedi Temple. You masked the nervousness that was no doubt radiating from your force signature. A multitude of thoughts ran through your mind, good and bad. Worst case scenario, you had done something so wrong that you were about to be kicked out of the Jedi Order. Nothing came to mind when you tried to think of any offence you had committed in the recent weeks since you earned the title of Jedi Knight.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of the large council room doors opening, the creaking of the hinges made you cringe slightly.

The room was ominously lit, the only light source being the setting sun shining through the glass windowed walls. Master Yoda sat in his seat. All the other chairs were empty.

Master Windu took his seat as you stood before the two of them. He could see the questions rise from your confused facial expression. “Everything we discuss in this room stays between us, young Jedi.”

You nodded, inhaling and exhaling slowly in an attempt to calm yourself. “Master Windu, Master Yoda. What is this about? Have I done something wrong?”

The two men looked at each other and shared an unreadable expression before turning back to you. Master Yoda was the first to speak. “Sending you on a mission we are. To Gyfill you will go.”

Whatever anxieties that you held before were washed away with this information. You contain your excitement, but the sudden mood shift was still noticeable. “Who am I going with? When do we leave? What’s the mission for?” It was rare that a Jedi would be sent on a mission alone, typically you were partnered up for safety measures. Obi-Wan’s face flashed in your mind, and although it was unlikely, a small part of you hoped he would be going with you.

“This mission only requires one Jedi. There’s a Separaist organization on the planet and we’re sending you to gain intel and report back to us. No one outside of this room can be aware of this information. You leave within the week. Understood?”

You frowned, “Forgive me Master, but why can’t anyone know?” The idea of having to leave your home seemingly without a trace made you iffy. Obi-Wan once again appeared in your mind.

Master Windu and Yoda exchanged a look before Windu responded almost hesitantly. “We have reason to believe someone in the Order is a traitor, and the number of people who are trustworthy is very limited.”

“You mean someone has betrayed us?” You asked in shock. How could anyone do such a thing? And a Jedi nonetheless.

“Time to answer your questions, there will be, young one. Prepare for your first mission now, you must.” Master Yoda said. “Prepare to say goodbye you should.”

It was as IF he could read your mind, which he probably could. You dreaded the idea of saying goodbye, especially when it was clear that there was no guarantee of your return date. How would you explain to your friends that you won’t be around anymore? What will Obi-Wan think?

“That is another subject that needs to be discussed.”

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anxious-allie-ren · 3 years

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Hey everyone! I’d like to introduce the new story I am writing! You can find it on both my AO3 and Wattpad. Both of which are linked in my bio. But I’ll also be posting the chapters here for you all. Be easy on me as I haven’t quite figured out how to post chapters on here and create a master list. That is something I will be working on. Alright, now in to the good stuff.

Erota

As the only daughter from a high society family, the pressure is on you to impress the ton and find a suitable match. You hope to find love, but your fate is decided for you. Your marriage is arranged to King Kylo of Chandrila. Pain and tough decisions are soon to follow.

This story is inspired by Bridgerton and regency era.

Hello everyone! I have been dreaming of writing this fic for a bit now and finally gathered the courage to do it! Like I said in the description, this story is heavily influenced by the regency era and the Netflix show Bridgerton. I've done my best to keep it accurate to both the era and the Star Wars world. I hope you enjoy!

The Ton.

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The season has finally arrived. You have officially joined the ton and are coming out into society. The debutantes of higher society are to be presented in court. This now includes you and your family.

You were the only child of the Duke of Selonia. A small territory southeast of Drall within the kingdom of Corellia. It's a quaint little area, nothing to brag about. It was cozy and calm. Many of the families had lived in the area for generations. Neighbors all knew each other. But despite its comfort and kindness it was lacking funds.

Since you had been able to remember, life was very simple. You helped in the gardens, the kitchens, and even with the laundry work. Your family took trips to town often, visiting with the people. Your mother loved to stop at the bakery and buy pastries to bring back to the estate. She told you stories from her childhood as bedtime stories. Coming from a common family and marrying into high society. Your parents married for love and not statues. Many scolded your father for marrying "below his station" but he let their words roll off his shoulders. He was attracted to your mother for her beauty, kindness, and capabilities. Your mother was no stranger to hard work, and she assured you weren't as well.

As you matured, you watched as your home aged as well. Bricks began to weather with time and vegetation started to take over. Farmers had less success each year and businesses were closing. The help your father was once so quick to provide had now dwindled into nothing. There was no help to give. The funding was nearly gone. After your mother's death, the strong and reliable man you had once called your father was gone. What replaced him was a shell of a man. He gave up on his duties as a duke and instead threw his time and money into bad habits. Gambling and drinking had become his crutch.

You lost your mother in your adolescence. Still a young girl so in need of a mother and her guidance. Her death left you confused and in desperate need of comfort. You tried to lean on your father. But in his own grief, he seemed to forget about you. Instead, you turned to your community. The maids and butlers became your family. They ensured your schooling would continue. The men even went as far as to teach you math and science. When you entered your teens, you attempted to take on the dukedom in secret. You went over all the documents and finances, trying to find a way to help your people and restore your estate. It was to no avail. Nothing could be done without your fathers signature. So you were left with no choice but to let it go. You focused on your studies and lessons with the maids. They helped bring you to maturity. Now, it was time to join society as an eligible woman.

Marriage has been heavy on your mind for many years now. The idea of meeting a man and marrying just for statues or titles didn't interest you. Neither of those things mattered to you. A marriage had become something with such a negative connotation. But love, now that was very different. You yearned for a true love match. You craved a deep connection unlike any you'd ever experienced. As a child, you'd developed small crushes on some of the neighborhood children. The butterflies and blushed looks were something you understood. But you'd never felt love before. You loved your family of course. You even loved your townspeople. But that was so different from what you hoped to find.

Becoming a debutante was not something you were looking forward to. Joining the ladies of high society was only asking for drama. But as the daughter of a Duke, it was your duty to join the ton and find a suitable husband. This had become increasingly important as your territory lost more and more money to your father's lifestyle. These thoughts scrambled around your mind as you got ready. You would be heading to the first ball of the season, your entrance into society, in moments. You were dressed in your nicest items. A deep red ball gown embroidered with golden florals along the bottom of the skirt and corset. Your hair was pinned back, allowing your face to stand out. Your maid, Jillian, was helping you put on your shoes as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Jillian had been with your family before your mother passed. She had watched you grow from a pained child to a strong young woman. She was with you every step of the way. Jillian became a motherly figure and your most trusted confidant.

Jillian pats your calf as she begins to stand, finished with clasping your heels. Her touch pulls you from your thoughts. You give her a polite smile and thank her, turning back to the mirror. Your anxiety is growing with each tick of the clock and in typical Jillian fashion, she can sense your discomfort. She comes to stand behind you, adjusting the pins in your hair.

"You know you're prepared for this. There's no need to sit and worry."

You meet her gaze in the mirror, her gentle blue eyes giving you a wave of comfort. You let out a sigh and play with your fingers.

"I felt prepared, but now that it's upon me, I'm not so sure. So much is at stake here, Jillian. The people of Selonia are relying on me to find someone who can help. What if I'm not up to standards?"

Jillian only chuckles at your words and places her hands on either of your shoulders.

"Standards? Now you're just being silly. You are a kind, intelligent, and strong young lady. Any suitor would be lucky to have you as his wife."

You turn to look at her, face scrunched in concentration.

"That's exactly the issue! It can't just be any suitor. They need to be able to fix dukedom and be the love I've been waiting for. What if that's unrealistic? How can I ever find someone to do both?"

Jillian places a comforting hand on your cheek, her thumb slowly stroking your cheekbone. She gives you a small smile before she speaks.

"Is that what you're so worried about? Dear, you're placing too much stress on yourself. Don't worry about the dukedom or Selonia. Go and find your love, everything else will fall in place."

You lean into her hand and smile, her words bringing you peace and a newfound sense of confidence. She pulls her hand away and turns towards your bedroom door. She calls back to you, "Now let's get you going! It's time."

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The carriage stopped in front of the King's summer estate. Many of the guests were already walking up the grand entrance and making their way inside. Your father hurried around and opened the door for you, holding his hand out and helping you down. Tonight he was doing his best to look and act presentable. You place your hand in his bent arm and let him lead you into the ball. Neither of you had spoken more than a few words to each other in years. You were surprised he even accompanied you tonight. His presence only made you nervous again. You weren't sure what his intent was by coming. Was he finally stepping back into his positions as father and Duke? Or was there some ulterior motive?

You found out quickly as he leaned in to speak to you, just as you were arriving at the entrance of the ballroom.

"I am expecting you to perform well tonight. I want to see gentlemen callers of high status calling on you tomorrow."

You look up at him and furrow your brows in confusion. So this is what he came for? To ensure you schmoozed with the highest titles with the most money? If so, he's going to be very disappointed.

"I'm here to find a reasonable suitor for myself, father. Not a suitor for you and Selonia."

He stops walking at your words, his head turning to look down at you. You can see his clenched jaw and anger in his eyes. His distaste for your words is written all over his face.

"Stop with your foolish girly fantasy of a love match. You're here to do as I say, and I'll be damned if you disobey me."

His words sting your heart. Your father had never spoken to you this way. When you were young, he was always so gentle and loving towards you. Now it seems you're just another pawn to be thrown around his chessboard as he pleased. You swallow the lump in your throat and move your gaze back down. Now was not the time to worry about this. You had more pressing matters.

You allowed your father to lead you to the entrance, stopping to allow the announcer to get your names. You took a deep breath as you prepared to face the ton. First impressions were everything, and you did not want to screw this up. The announcer clears his throat and stands at attention. Everyone in the room stops what they're doing to await the next debutante.

"Presented by her father, the Duke of Selonia, Miss Y/F/N."

You stare forward as your father leads you into the ballroom and towards the King and Queen of Corellia. You both stopped before them, your father unlinking your arms and bowing. You fall into a curtsy, bowing your head in respect. Your father stands back up and looks to the king. You stay still, awaiting the command to move. The king of Corellia rises from his throne and moves to stand in front of you. Everyone holds their breath, watching closely to see what unfolds. He places a gentle finger under your chin, raising your head to meet his gaze.

"Stand up for me, dear. You can relax."

You do as he says and stand quickly, giving him a polite smile as you return his intense eye contact. His finger never leaves your chin. He smiles back at you and begins to speak again.

"You are a true beauty, my dear. You know, they say the eyes are a window to the soul. I can see the love and strength living within yours. Hold onto that, they will be your biggest asset."

Your eyes widen at his words. You can't help the smile that spreads across your face.

"Thank you, your majesty."

With that, he removes his finger from your chin and climbs back to his throne. He turns his attention back to the room and declares, "Let the festivities continue."

Your father grabs ahold of your arm again and leads you away from the thrones. You can feel the crowd staring at you, but you can't find it in you to care. King Luke of Corellia spoke to you! Not only that, but he complimented you. This was a great honor bestowed on very few. You would take his advice to heart.

It seems your father had a different perspective. He leads you to a table with dance cards placed neatly in rows. You begin to search for your name as he smirks and begins talking.

"Compliments from the king will help greatly in gaining potential suitors. You'll be the most desired lady in the ton. Seems finding you a husband of high title will be easier than I thought."

You finish tying the card to your wrist and turn to look at the room. Your father continues to talk as you observe your surroundings. You look up at the elegant chandelier. It shines beautifully in the light, casting sparkles all over the room. You watch as they dance across the guests, creating an angelic and light atmosphere. A waiter comes by and offers you and your father glasses of champagne. You take a small sip and return your attention to the crowd. Many of the ladies are giving you glares or speaking with the eligible men in attendance. You take notice of their attire. Many have much more elegant gowns and jewels on. Their appearance shows how much they have to offer. Your feelings of inadequacy begin to creep back in. You don't even notice a man approaching.

Your gaze stops on a young man across the room. His dark brown curls and bright smile grabbed your attention. He was speaking to another man, seeming to be in deep conversation. His face was so expressive as he spoke, hands moving about to help prove whatever point he was trying to make. You couldn't help but be captivated by him. If there was anyone you were hoping to get a moment with this evening, it was him.

You snap from your thoughts as your father greets him and motions towards you. This man must have been reaching his thirties. Much older than any of the debutantes here. His bright ginger hair stands out like a sore thumb. He makes eye contact with you as your father talks. An uneasy feeling sweeps over you. For some reason, something about this man doesn't sit right with you.

"Y/N, I'd like you to meet the Earl of Drall, Lord Armitage Hux" your father says as he motions towards the man. Lord Hux takes your hand and raises it to his lips, kissing your knuckles. The contact makes you cringe internally. Your father looks at you expectantly and you quickly pull yourself together.

"Hello Lord Hux, it is so nice to meet you."

Your father smiles at both of you and claps a hand on Lord Hux's shoulder.

"Lord Hux here is a good friend of mine. I was hoping to introduce you both tonight."

The uneasy feeling now makes sense. Any friend of your fathers is likely a crook. Not at all the type of man you want to be speaking to. You nod politely, biting your tongue from speaking your mind freely. The men then turn away from you and begin a discussion of their own, leaving you out. You lift your glass of champagne back to your lips and turn your gaze back to the direction of the man you had spotted before.

Instead of finding the curly haired man again, you met eyes with someone else. Standing with his hands clasped behind his back was a raven haired man. He stood tall and broad, much larger than any other man in the room. His gaze pierced through you, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand. You wanted to approach him, but to do so would make you look indecent.

Your eye contact is cut off by Lord Hux coming in front of you. He holds out his arm to you in invitation.

"Would you do me the honor of a dance, Lady Y/N?"

You wanted nothing more than to say no and go speak to the mystery man. Or even go find the curly haired man from before. But you know you had no choice in the matter. To deny him would make you look bad to the ton. Plus, your father would never stand for it. So you placed your hand in his arm and nod.

"Of course, Lord Hux."

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colossalcriminal · 3 years

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Uptown Girl - s.r

Pairing: 40s!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Summary: 25 year old Steve Rogers finds himself infatuated with the well off 18 year old girl who gets Howard Stark coffee.

Warnings: Smoking, alcohol consumption and character death. Not proofread and bad writing.

He'd seen her around plenty, hell, he knew her. Almost always gliding through the streets in the most beautiful designer dresses, sometimes with another girl, arms clad in shopping bags from some of the greatest fashion houses. She also had a knack for wearing trousers that accentuated her legs, always receiving a flustered reaction from the men around her.

It was no doubt she was stunning, perhaps the prettiest girl he'd ever seen in his short 24 years of living. Bucky had always teased him relentlessly, encouraging his best friend to 'snatch her up before someone else does.'

It was a regular occurrence for him to be saved in an alleyway by the sergeant, especially when Steve Rogers didn't know when to back down, or how to. It was only when he showed Steve the newspaper he noticed her figure further down the alley, puffs of smoke leaving her lips.

Steve Rogers found it hard to understand how someone as beautiful as her could commit to an ugly act such as smoking. He was ashamed to admit that the nasty habit hadn't once dwindled his infatuation towards her. "Hey, Y/N!" Bucky called out, gaining her attention. "Shouldn't you be at work?"

Y/N sauntered over to the men with her signature dazzling smile, lips painted in the most ravishing shade of red that'd printed onto the cigarette that rested between her fingers. "Howard's got me off early." She gasped, instantly putting the cigarette out. "Sorry, Steve. I almost forgot I shouldn't light one around you."

Steve's smile reeked with nerves. "It's okay." He stuttered.

"So, he's Howard now?" Bucky nudged her.

She rolled her eyes, resting a hand on her hip. "Put a cap on it, Barnes. Anyways, where are you boys off to?"

"Your boss' expo." He displayed the paper to her, pointing to the large ad.

With a small nod, her attention was back on the skinny boy. "Picking me up, Steve?"

Waking up from his day dream, finally in the headspace to speak to the magnificent woman before him, his nod was quick. "Huh? Oh, yes. Definitely."

"I'll see you later tonight at 6pm sharp, then. Bye." She grinned at the blonde, waving as she proceeded to walk away.

"Bye, Y/N." His reply was too quiet to hear as she was too far away, but the butterflies in his stomach didn't care for that. Sighing at Bucky's light chuckles, he shook his head, mentally scolding himself for the awkward interaction.

"At least you got a date."

"Yeah," He whispered to himself, almost impressed. "at least I got a date."

6:01pm his watch read as he stood before the house - mansion - nervous creeping up the back of his spine, the large house looming over him as if he were in a nightmare.

And it was the exact time she popped her head out of her bedroom window signaling to Steve. "Just wait a minute! Dad's home, so I have to escape!" She whisper-yelled.

He'd gotten a glance of her frock. His heart pounding at the view of her hair curled into perfect ringlets, makeup even more accentuating than it was earlier that day. He watched her disappear, before quietly slipping through the front door and making her way to him. "Sorry, he doesn't like me being out in the evening."

"Well, I can understand with a beautiful dame like you, sorry woman, not dame. Young woman."

Y/N giggled at his ramble. "You have no idea how to talk to a woman, do you?" Steve smiled bashfully at her lightheartedness. "It's alright, not like I'm anyone important."

He cocked his head inquisitively. "And what do you mean by that?"

Sighing, she looped her arm through his, an action that sent his vision loopy as he inwardly cheered. "I mean, I'm just a girl with big dreams who spends daddy's money and gets coffee for Howard Stark. Nothing big."

Steve maintained his unfazed exterior, resisting the urge to stare down at their linked arms. "Tell me about these big dreams."

"I want to be a scientist, well, more of a techy one like Howard is. The idea of flying cars within a few years is so, invigorating!" She beamed. "Don't you think?"

He smiled at her, nodding. "Well, I hope you'll be around to fly our first car, considering you're so insistent on enlisting."

"Bucky thinks I can't do it, that's why they keep rejecting me."

Y/N hummed, lips curling into a small pout. "I think you could do it," He perked up at this. "you could. But just because you can, doesn't mean you should, Steve."

Before he could respond, they'd already been greeted and called over from afar by Bucky.

Y/N didn't let herself feel too downhearted when Stark's flying car show failed, but she did find herself frowning when she followed Steve to the recruitment booth.

She pulled him towards her, Bucky not far off. "Come on, soldier." She joked. "Take me dancing."

"You go ahead, I'll catch up."

Guilt had presented itself to Steve on a silver platter when he saw her shoulders drop. "You're really going to do this again?" Bucky deadpanned, unimpressed.

"I'll leave you guys to talk it out. Meet me there?" The blonde nodded, missing her small wave as she departed.

An hour and 49 minutes later she found herself walking home alone, rubbing her arms in an attempt to abandon any feeling of cold, or even worse, loneliness.

It was 2 days later when Steve finally caught her leaving her office, cigarette in hand. He couldn't help it when he gazed at the pearl earrings she wore, framing her face so perfectly, accompanied by the stray hairs that'd escaped her updo.

"Y/N!"

His voice had only expanded her annoyance as she watched the smoke exit her mouth, ignoring his calls. "Go away, Rogers."

He panted, finally catching up to her. "I'm sorry, I really am."

"What for? The fact that you ditched me on our date or that you went radio silent for 2 days?"

He pursed his lips, closing his eyes in regret. "Please, let me take you out again before I start training?"

Y/N let out a dry chuckle. "Congrats." She put out her cigarette, still mindful of the blond's asthma. "That's not the point, Steve. I wanted to go out with you because I like you! Because you're different! But it turns out I was wrong. So, good luck in training, I'm sure you'll do great. If you're alive by the end of the war, come find me."

"Please, Y/N. I really, really like you."

She'd already began walking away. "You should've thought about that before you asked to get yourself killed."

Without much thought, Steve reached forward, wrapping his fingers around her wrist as soft as possible, the surprise on her face echoed onto his own. "And what if I don't die?"

Scoffing, she shook her head. "You sound so certain."

"Because I am."

"I will not wait for you to come home and receive a letter explaining your death instead."

"Deal."

With a peculiar brow, Y/N sighed. "Where are we going then, Mr. Rogers?"

His lips spread into a beautiful grin. "Anywhere you want, Ms. L/N."

They'd spent 3 full days together before Steve began training.

The first day was spent at and around the theatre, watching as many movies as possible and eating as much popcorn as one can.

The second day, he made it up to her by taking her dancing. Y/N took the time to teach him how to waltz, giggling every time he stepped on her shoes.

The third day was spent at his home, alone. Away from the crowded atmosphere of her house, she taught him how to cook the simplest of dishes, making sure he knew how to feed himself incase no one else did.

It was hard for her not to get teary eyed as Y/N layed her hands on his cheeks, cupping his face daintily. Steve leaned into the soft touch, corners of his mouth tugging downwards. "So, I guess this is goodbye."

"Yeah, it is." He whispered, eyes staring into hers with utmost intensity, a false reality in his head tricking him into believing he wouldn't have to leave her if their eyes never broke contact.

"You better make it back to me, Rogers."

"Of course I will, Y/N."

The grief had already sunk in her, the feeling in her belly so overwhelming, heart fluttering violently as she pulled him to her, lips touching so softly. Steve didn't freeze like he thought he would- he didn't have time to freeze. He did his best, pulling her closer and kissing him back with the most confidence he could muster.

Y/N's smile was almost minuscule when they pulled away, hands moving down to grip onto his uniform, her head in a lovesick daze. "How could I not make it back to you?"

"Well, I am your best girl."

He quirked an eyebrow. "My only girl."

"We'll see about that when you come home a war hero. All the ladies would drop down to your feet."

"All the women in the world and I'd still choose you."

Returning home, she closed the front door quietly, making her way to the living room to find her father engrossed in the small tv box. "Hi." She spoke quietly, hoping not to disturb him as she kissed his cheek, hoping to walk away.

"Sit." Y/N's father offered her the seat next to him, never taking his eyes off the program as she sunk into the sofa, her frock filling out around her. "Lowell's been talking a lot."

She stiffened slightly, subconsciously crossing her legs and straightening her shoulders. "Oh, you know not to listen to Lowell. All he does is gossip. Him and his wife, vultures they are."

"He tells me you've been spending a lot of time with Sarah's boy, Steve."

"Yes, I have. He just recently went off to train."

He finally looked at her. "You scared?"

"A little."

"Then it's a mistake."

Y/N's face was blank as she fiddled with her fingernails and stared off into the distance. "I know."

Her father shook his head. "Then you'll know to break it off."

"No, I won't." He looked perplexed at her reply. "Because it may be a mistake now, he may die any day, but at least I'd gotten the chance to be with him."

He only huffed, muttering something along the lines of "Childish."

She decided to change the subject, not wanting the conversation to sour even more. "Where's Eliza?"

"She's out."

"What are we watching?"

"The Mark of Zorro."

"Can we watch something else? Sullivan's Travels is on."

"No."

"I'll be in my room then."

"Fine."

She stood, getting one last glimpse of her father. "You know daddy, I do love him. And who knows? Maybe he'll survive. Maybe we'll get married and live a happily ever after. If that does happen, I hope you'll be happy for me."

She knew they were selecting the 'lucky' one to be titled 'super soldier.' She'd been working alongside Howard, the older man curious of her expertise for an 18 year old but nonetheless grateful for her help.

Y/N certainly didn't expect Steve to walk through the doors of the laboratory, accompanied by Peggy Carter. "Jesus Christ, Steve." She gasped, embracing him.

He wrapped his arms around her, concern growing when the smallest patch of tears had formed on his t-shirt. He watched as she pulled away. "Hi." Steve greeted.

"Oh, hi." She chuckled through tears. "I'm sorry, go talk to Erskine and we'll chat later." His hands lingered on her, before he slowly nodded, doing as told.

Minutes later, her fear only grew as he layed down in what she called the pod. "Comfortable?" She queried.

"It's a little big." He commented. Y/N graced him with her smile, a real, but concerned smile. "Maybe we could get dinner later?"

"Alright, loverboy. One thing at a time." She teased. "Howard, what are our levels?"

"Levels at 100%."

"I have to say something," He almost begged. "I think I'm in love with you."

Chuckling, she held his face in her hands. "I think I'm in love with you, too, Steve." Blowing him a kiss, she waved her love goodbye before leaving to stand beside Howard. "We may dim half the lights in Brooklyn, but we are ready as we'll ever be."

She just barely missed Steve's terrified, longing glance that had remained on her back as she worked diligently, how the cold metal around him sent shivers down his spine, aching for the warmth of her touch.

Erskine began his speech into the microphone. "but we are ready as we'll ever be. today we take not another step towards annihilation, but the first step on the path to peace. We begin with a series of microinjections into the subject's major muscle groups. The serum infusion will cause immediate cellular change. And then, to stimulate growth, the subject will be saturated with Vita-Rays. Serum infusion beginning in five, four, three, two, one."

Hesitating the slightest bit, Y/N pulled the lever, eyes tearing at Steve's small grunts as each small vial emptied itself. Howard pulled his own lever, elevating the pod into a standing form, closing the blonde in. "Steven? Can you hear me?"

"It's probably too late to go to the bathroom now, right?"

She couldn't help but smile at his witty answer. "We will proceed."

"10%."

"20%."

"30."

"That's 40%."

"Vital signs are normal."

"That's 50%."

"60."

"70."

The beam emitting from the pod became too bright for the eye, the sound of Steve's groans had morphed into pained screams, shattering Y/N's heart with every yell. "Shut it down! Kill the reactor, Howard!"

"No!" He protested. "Don't! I can do this!"

Howard looked at her with a sense of sympathy. "Eighty."

"Ninety."

"That's 100%."

Sparks had erupted throughout the machinery, surges of light blinding them until it had died down, everything and everyone dead silent. Within seconds, the pod had opened, revealing a brand new Steve Rogers.

Y/N cried in relief, instantly running to tend to him, helping him out of the device. "You did it, sweetheart."

"I did it."

"Yes, you did. How do you feel?"

He panted, surveying his surroundings before looking down at her. "Taller."

She barely took a minute to lock her gaze onto the newly formed muscles on his body.

With a giggle, she handed him a shirt. "You look taller." He grinned, using his newfound strength to pick her up, a loud squeal leaving her painted lips.

A loud explosion went off, the glass pane that guarded the viewing room had shattered onto the people congratulating Erskine below. Erskine had fallen to the ground after multiple gunshots, Steve making his way to the scientist while Y/N had continued shooting at the perpetrator as he escaped, soon running after him.

Running out onto the street, she caught her breath, deathly stare on the car that had her target. She shot once, no luck. Once again, the vehicle had swerved, colliding with a parked car nearby.

Kruger had gotten into a different car, accelerating at full speed towards the young woman, challenging her as she raised her gun once again.

No impact or gunshot ever occurred as Steve had pulled her out of the way, leaving her on the sidewalk. "I had him!"

"Sorry!" He ran, leaving her to pursue Kruger himself.

After Y/N had helped Steve save the men of the 107th, the pair had received a few weeks of reprieve in the beautiful city of London.

Steve admired her as she applied the black pigment onto her eyes with utmost accuracy, the trousers and blouse she wore complimenting her in such marvelous ways he couldn't comprehend. He got up from where he stood, taking long strides towards her, placing a hand on her waist and smiling when his reflection came into view on her vanity mirror. "Hi."

"Hello." She giggled, leaning into him. "Enjoying the view?"

He nodded, swiftly turning her to face him. His grin had dropped into a sly smile as he let go of her, ignoring her inquisitive looks as he dropped down, one knee hitting the carpeted floor. Pulling out a small box, she gasped instantly. "The ring isn't expensive, or lavish." He started, displaying the solitaire diamond ring.

"Oh my god, Steve."

"I love you, Y/N. I want to grow old with you, and share my life with you. I want to have a future with you, and I want it to start now. Right here in this obnoxiously rainy place," They both laughed. "will you marry me?"

Y/N let out a breathy laugh, nodding with clouded eyes filled with tears. "Oh, of course I'll marry you, Steve." She pulled him up, smushing his face against her own into a kiss, the pair of them smiling into it. "I wouldn't want anything else."

Steve wasn't lying when he said he wanted to start now, within 5 days he stood at the end of a chapel with Bucky by his side as best man and Y/N in a pearly white frock and a makeshift veil bought at the nearest corner shop.

It didn't matter that the dress was picked out last minute, or that the veil was advertised to be a gag gift. Nothing could rival the grins on the couples' faces when they said "I do." rings slipping onto their fingers and lips joining in a moment of utter bliss.

It was later that night when Y/N crawled out of bed, slipping on Steve's blazer to shield her bare body from the cold air seeping into the bedroom through the open window. Sitting at the desk, pen in hand, she sucked in a deep breath.

Dear daddy,

We're in London now. Steve managed to save the men of the 107th, I'm sure you've seen the posters all around. He's America's beacon of hope.

I hope Eliza and ma are good. I hope you're good.

I'm writing to let you know that Steve and I got married today. It was fast, we just got engaged last week, but nothing has ever felt more right. Writing this letter, the ring sparkling in the moonlight, it's perfect. I don't regret anything.

Steve has assembled his team, they called themselves the Howling Commandos and I couldn't be more proud. He promises that once they get all of HYDRA's bases, the war will be over and everything will hopefully go back to normal.

I got my happy end, daddy. I know it's not the end, it's just the beginning of a perfect life. A perfect life with my perfect husband, and hopefully my perfect family. I hope you're happy for me.

With all my love,

Y/N Rogers.

"What are you writing, Mrs. Rogers?" Steve queried, sat upright in bed.

Y/N smirked before climbing back into bed, ridding herself of the severely oversized blazer. "Nothing, Mr. Rogers."

The pair broke out into a fit of laughter as he pulled her close, hand trailing up and down her back, dangerously close to the soft skin of her backside.

2 years later, a year after the well grieved death of Bucky Barnes, Y/N had turned 20 and the couple had decided it was time to add to their family now that some light was finally at the end of the tunnel after a long 6 years of war.

Tangled in a mess of sheets, limbs intertwined, Y/N rested her head on her lover's heartbeat. "Do you think we made a baby?" She asked timidly.

"Maybe." She let out a faint giggle, eliciting a look of confusion from the super soldier. "What is it?"

"Do you think the baby will be super duper strong? A mini Steve who can lift an entire car up as a little boy?"

Steve chuckled, snuggling her closer. "Or a little girl, just as strong as you. Either way, they'd be beautiful."

She hummed, a hand on his cheek. "With my eyes and your beautiful blond hair, I'd think so."

It was that same day Y/N would find herself supervising one of Steve's missions from base. "Come in, this is Captain Rogers. Do you read me?"

She instantly rushed over to the microphone. "Steve? Is that you? Are you okay?"

"Y/N! Schmidt's dead!"

"What about the plane?"

"That's a little bit tougher to explain."

She huffed. "Give me your coordinates, I'll find you a safe landing site."

"There's not going to be a safe landing. But I can try and force it down."

"I'll get Howard on, he'll know what to do."

"There's not enough time. This thing's moving too fast and it's heading for New York. I got to put her in the water."

Y/N's stomach dropped, her heart threatening to leap out of her chest as she anxiously twisted her wedding and engagement rings. "Please don't do this. We have time, we can work this out." She begged, eyes brimming with tears.

"Right now I'm in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer a lot of people are going to die, sweetheart. This is my choice, Y/N." She didn't say anything, her head dropping onto the palm of her hands. "Y/N, honey?"

"I'm here."

"We might have to reschedule that doctor's appointment."

Taking in a shaky breath, she wiped the tears of her cheeks with haste, as if Steve could see her. "Alright. I'll book it for Monday."

"You got it."

"10am, on the dot. We can't be late, it's our baby. If there is one in there."

"I want you to know, I love you, Y/N. No matter what. You'll always be my best girl. My only girl."

"I love you too, Steve."

"I was thinking about names. I want to name it after your dad if it's a boy."

She choked a sob, nodding. "Yeah, yeah. I don't mind."

"And if it's a girl-"

"Steve?" Nothing. Not a single breath. She collapsed onto the desk in a mess of tears and loud cries, not caring for Colonel Phillips who stood behind her, a look of pity set on her back.

2011 was a long way away from 1945, Steve thought.

It'd taken him too long to come to terms with the fact that his wife was most likely dead, but when Nick Fury had presented him a box of her belongings, he couldn't help but shed a tear as he sat on the floor of his apartment going through it.

He'd found the necklace he gifted her on their first wedding anniversary, an accessory he now wore himself under his clothing, slipping her wedding and engagement ring onto the chain before putting it on. He grasped it close to his heart, a melancholy sigh leaving his lips.

His eyes narrowed when he came across an unfamiliar book, flipping it open.

Dear Steve,

The war is finally over as of 2 days ago, Japan formally surrendered. I wish you were able to celebrate the victory you worked so hard for.

You missed our doctor's appointment today. You'll be sleeping on the couch tonight after I reminded you to be there at 10am, no later.

I'm pregnant, Steve. What we've been waiting so long for has finally happened and you're not here to see it. I've decided to work with Howard once the baby is here, he'll give me flexible hours and good pay. Enough to keep us going and Peggy's good company.

I'm alone now, now Bucky to help me out, no you. I think I'll keep the house. It would be nice for the baby to grow up in the house we bought together.

I don't know why I've started writing in this stupid thing.

With all my love,

Y/N.

The super soldier let out a strained sob at the confirmation. She was pregnant, and he wasn't there.

He'd missed the entirety of his child's life, and the rest of hers.

The next few pages were short blurbs of her outings with Peggy and Howard, grocery lists and so on.

Dear Steve,

The baby is getting big, I've got a little bump now. Only 24 weeks to go.

Everyone is really excited, maybe more than I am. It's all over the papers "Wife of Captain America pregnant with America's Next Hope."

In truth, I don't want our child to be America's Next Hope.

I just want them to be happy and healthy, and to stay with me forever.

Howard's started building the crib, I told him not to make it too technical. He's putting all kinds of soothers and all everywhere, but it's still nice of him to do so. Peggy took me to London for Christmas and New Year's, we had a nice time and she bought me this beautiful dress. You would've loved it.

I miss you, Steve.

Merry Christmas and a happy new year, my love.

Forever yours,

Y/N.

Dear Steve,

It's getting warmer, and April has never felt hotter. Howard and Peggy keep saying it's just me and my big belly. Well, what else would I expect at 7 months pregnant?

Sometimes I feel you around. I'll feel you sitting at the kitchen counter, reading the paper. Or your hand on my belly in the morning. You're all over the house and somehow it's breaking and mending my heart at the same time.

These daily entries are getting a bit boring now, aren't they?

I hope you read these in a different lifetime, maybe.

Your only girl,

Y/N.

Dear Steve,

Josephine Sarah Stephanie Rogers was born on the 6th of June, 1946.

I named her after your dad, Joe.

I know we never talked about girl names, but I looked at her and I couldn't resist. I just know our little girl is going to change the world, just like your father tried to.

She's a carbon copy of you. Your gorgeous blue eyes, bright blonde hair. She's absolutely perfect, Steve.

And I just know that if you'd met her, she'd have you wrapped around her finger.

But she's all ours, baby. Our little angel, and I couldn't thank you enough for giving me such a stunning gift. Thank you for making me a mother, Steve, it's the best thing I could've ever received from you.

We love you to the moon and back,

Y/N and Josephine.

Steve held his hand to his mouth. He was a father, a father to what would now be a 65 year old woman. A woman who'd already lived most her life, achieved a majority of her milestones, all without him.

Dear Steve,

Happy birthday, my love.

Josephine and I made a cake for you. Today you would have turned 28 years old.

Colonel Phillips visited me today. It was brief, really. He played with Josephine and wished us well.

As I write this ridiculous entry, the wedding rings on my finger feel so heavy, unlike ever before. My heart constantly aches for you, but I will wait. I will wait until it is my time, and I hope you'll be waiting for me at the gates of heaven.

Your ever most loving wife,

Y/N.

Dear Steve,

It's been one year since you've been gone.

I miss you, more than anything in the world.

I'll see you soon, but not too soon.

Dear Steve,

Josephine turned 1 today.

Howard and Peggy threw a party, and you know how Howard's parties are. This one was child friendly, though. He brought a circus and entertained Josephine and all of her little friends from daycare.

Daddy dropped by. He loves Josephine, and he spent most of the day telling her all about you.

She said her first word today. Guess what it was!

Dada. She said your name, Steve. And she'll never forget it.

Wait for me,

Y/N.

Steve only brushed his tears away, flipping through every entry over the next few years.

Dear Steve,

Jo turned 16 today.

It's so odd to think that just 16 years ago I was only 20, trying my best to bring her into the world. We made such a beautiful young woman, Steve, and she's exactly like you. She has a hard shell but she's a big softie on the inside.

I've never been so grateful for a human being. She takes care of me, always telling me the best things to use and the best things to buy instead of it being the other way around. She's my protector, my guardian angel. In that way, she took your place.

Peggy helped me throw a big birthday party for her, she deserves it. She's worked so hard in and out of school. All of her friends came, they danced and ate. We got a massive cake to go with it.

Everyday she hugs your picture and thanks you, and today was no different.

I hope you're looking down on us with a smile, sweetheart.

Y/N.

Dear Steve,

Jo turned 18 a few days ago. I couldn't write because I took her to Paris for her birthday.

I'd been planning the trip for a long time, saving up as much as I could. She loved it! She also told me she got into Juilliard, which is a performing arts school in New York. It's far, farther away than she's ever been from me, but it's only an hour drive. She promises to come home every weekend.

I don't have to worry about paying for it anymore after Howard, Phillips, Peggy and I founded SHIELD. It's protection for the world, saving lives, just like you did.

I have to go, Jo's asking me to help her pack.

I love you,

Y/N.

He read through the brief entries of Y/N's time at SHIELD, before stopping at a picture. Juilliard, class of 1969.

She was right. Jo had inherited all of Steve's looks, from the blonde hair and blue eyes to the kind smile she graced the camera with.

Steve finally got to the end of the journal. Recovering after reading through her daughter's longtime boyfriend turned husband, the births of their grandchildren, the death of Howard Stark and more.

Dear Steve,

I like to think I lived a good 76 years of life. I lived to see the year 2001.

I got an education, got myself a job despite spending my father's money because I was young and stupid. I met you, the skinny boy who told me to follow my dreams of being a scientist. I fell in love with you, and the new you that emerged after the serum.

My love for you is eternal, which has been proven in the 55 years I've spent without you.

I lived to see my only child succeed, I lived to walk her down the aisle. I lived to see my beautiful grandchildren.

I've lived more than enough, and I think it's finally time to come home to you, honey.

I'll see you soon.

Y/N.

Steve brought his left hand to his lips, pressing a small kiss to the wedding band that rested on his finger.

"Don't do anything stupid until I get back." Steve smirked, carrying the briefcase containing the six infinity stones.

Bucky gave him a sad smile. "How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you." They shared a hug. "I'm gonna miss you, buddy. Tell her I said hi."

"Yeah, Buck. It's gonna be alright."

"How long is this going to take?" Sam questioned as the super soldier stepped onto the heavy machinery.

"For him, as long is he needs. For us, 5 seconds. Ready Cap?"

"I'll be back."

Y/N paced around, lip caught between her teeth. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" She stopped abruptly, turning to face the new voice.

Sighing a breath of relief, she leaped into his arms. "Steve! You're back."

"Yeah, honey. I'm back."

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