#kitten hasn't done anything wrong of course

[kurokoros]

The last two days have been awful and I've basically been in tears the entire time I haven't been around other people because I'm PMSing and stressed and I feel like I made a mistake adopting this kitten. The cats are getting along fine, but I don't know if I'm ready emotionally to handle a high energy kitten.

[yunhofingers-writes]

Stronger but not Strong Enough- Yeosang 1/2

Note♥︎- i hope your day was nice today ! tags are at the bottom

Genre♡︎- smut

Warnings/Tags♥︎- Pinning, pet names, masturbation, nipple piercings, sub! yeosang, scratching, oral (male) penetration, hickeys, dom ! fem-reader, mommy kink, and ab licking

Word count♡︎- 2.6k

❥- It has been a proven fact that Yeosang is the second strongest in the group, yet he doesn’t feel as though. He doesn’t have abs like Seonghwa or San and his muscle doesn’t look as swollen as Jongho’s. No matter how many times you reassured him that he looks good as he is, he just can’t believe it. He wants to do better, be better and most importantly feel better about himself. The thing is, he doesn’t know how to actually ask any of the members to come with him. He would go by himself but he doesn’t want to and he doesn’t really know how to start.

For the past days, he has been moping and frowning around the house when you came to visit. He knows that you’re worried for him, but he just can’t help it. He wants to feel more manlier.

Seonghwa being the person he is, he knew there was something wrong with Yeosang and he decided he was going to find out. He went to Yeosang’s house to see what was really up with him.

Yeosang was eating some fries when he heard the doorbell. He got up and opened the door to see Seonghwa standing outside. “Can I talk to you?” He asked and Yeosang nodded. Stepping in, taking his shoes off, and getting comfortable in the house, he dropped the question on him. “what’s been going on with you?” The grey haired man asked. This was his chance. Yeosang’s chance to explain to him what his problem was and ask him for the help he needed. “You can tell me, Yeosang.” He reassured.

Yeosang decided now or never. “Well...Uhm..what if i told you i want to go working out with you?” He says fastly, almost too fast, Seonghwa almost didn’t hear him.

Seonghwa blinked for a second trying to process what he said. “O-oh? Yeah of course, Yeosang. If you want, i’m going in the morning and i can start you off there?” He seemed excited? Yeosang smiled and nodded. “That’ll be great.”

Fucking finally, that boulder that was on his shoulder was off and he feels like he can breathe now.

Remember how he said he can breathe now? He lied. He completely lied.

He went to the gym with Seonghwa the next morning and he tried to literally murder him. obliterate him. Did he use that word right? He doesn’t even know, but he does know that Seonghwa was trying to kill him. He expected this shit from Jongho, not Seonghwa. Seonghwa had poor Yeosang lifting weights,doing squats, running the treadmill, and had the audacity to ask him to do the dance to ”Dazzling light” with him. His whole body is on fire and all he wanted to do was sit in a cold shower and call you to cry about his limbs that were literally burning.

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His struggles has been going on for at least 6 months now and honestly, he’s proud he hasn’t gave up yet. Turns out Jongho is actually way worse than Seonghwa and he’s just glad he got to get used to the feeling before Jongho decided to join them. He has definitely noticed some changes to his body. Not only has his arms gotten a little bigger, he definitely can see his 11 line in his belly.

Yeosang continues to look at his tummy in the mirror because wow, it looks really defined. He looks good, he looks fantastic, out of this word. He wonders how you’ll react when you see it. At that thought, he traced his lines on his stomach, letting his mind go loose. He just knows you’re going to like it

He hasn't talked to you in a while for at least 6 weeks and he’s been kind of...horny. He misses you very much, don’t get it twisted, but his mind is currently hazy and he’s just desperate right now. His legs moved just as fast as his mind, taking him to the bed.

He lays down, letting his hand rub on his half hard length, just like you do, His lip tucked between his teeth, a habit that is. He let his mind drift once again, thinking about what you’ll do when you found out he was touching himself. He felt so naughty doing this without permission and that thought alone riles him up more.

He palms at his crotch that is very noticeable at this moment, letting out small, pathetic whines. It’s like he can almost feel the way your walls are squeezing around him, your moans in his ear when he hits the right spots.

He whimpered even again, freeing his cock from the sweatpants. He can feel the way his cock jumped when he released it.

He looked down at his cock with a sigh.

Was he really about to disobey your words and get himself off at the mere thought of you fucking your self on him? Of course he was.

He gripped his cock with his hands, jolting when he squeezed it like you would. He let his eyes close and pumped his cock slowly , just like you would instruct him. “fuck- want to cum” He squeezed his eyes, pumping faster. He wants to release, no, he needs to release or he’s sure he’s going to pop. He thumbs at the slit as his other rub at his nipple. His breath hitched when he pinched his pierced nipple under the shirt. You told him to get them because they would make his nipples more sensitive and you were right. He squeezed his tip and wailed. “Please- ahh-“ He cried out to no one, thrusting his hips up into his hand, fucking into his hand as fast as he can.

He switched nipples, moving on the left nipple. He bit his lip harder, body tensing when he felt his balls tightened. “wanna cum- M’ gonna cum, mommy~” The blonde moans louder, practically screaming as his cum shoots up, some landing on his 11 line and some on his thigh. He let out a breath of relief and moved to clean himself up.

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Workouts have been getting harder but he definitely is seeing his 6 pack, so it’s worth the hard work. He’s been getting more confident than ever and he just feels powerful.

Has he called you? Yes he did. Has he told you about the event he did 7 weeks ago? Also yes. You haven’t really said anything about it though, just that he deserves it and he probably looked pretty. He smiled when you told him that, still suspicious, because you never let him get away with touching himself. ever.

He hasn’t told you about him working out yet, just that he’s going out with Seonghwa. He wants to wait until you finally get him out of his clothes or vice versa. He couldn’t wait until you finally get to see how hard he worked, how much effort he put into this.

He’s been feeling a bit powerful lately. His mouth has been running all day since he came over to your house with your roommate. Luckily, your roommate isn't here and he took that as a chance to talk shit to rile you up.

“Baby” Yeosang called out to you and you turned and looked at him. “I bet you can dom you.” You squinted your eyes at him and scoffed. “As if” Was your response. Even if you were in denial of the thought, you wouldn’t have minded him topping you.

“I can, baby. I’ll leave you shaking when I’m done” His voice darker, clearly laced with lust. You pinched at your thigh, the thought getting to you, almost.

“Cute. I see you grow muscles and can’t act.” You crossed your legs, chuckling when you saw his eyes grow wide like a puppy. “Thought I didn’t notice, baby?” You smirked at him and crossed your arms as well. Seeing that he wasn’t going to respond, you decided to keep going. “I will keep the dom thing in mind just to see how well you’ll do. Got to say, I am impressed that you thought because you got stronger that you can dom me.” You uncrossed your arms.

Yeosang didn’t know exactly how to feel in this situation. Embarrassed? turned-on? Flustered? He doesn’t know, but what he does know is that you’re fucking sexy like this.

He wants to speak, but he can't. If he opened his mouth, he’ll be a stuttering mess and that is not what he wants..right now.

“Come here, kitten” You curved your index finger in a ‘come here’ motion and he scattered over there, sitting between your legs with both his hands on his thighs. “What a good boy you are, baby.” You pat his head twice, smiling when he beamed at your touch.

“Mommy, are you going to touch kitten?” He bat his eyelashes at you and you growled lightly.

“Upstairs and you better be fucking bare when i get there.” you licked your lips thinking of a good idea “matter of a fact, leave your boxers on, kitten.”Once he ran upstairs, you sipped your water with your legs crossed.

Giving him about another 20 seconds, spending it on telling your roommate not to come back for a while, you ran upstairs to see him lying on the bed, tip of his cock peeking out of his underwear,his cheeks were flushed red and oh? oh, fuck.. where the fuck did abs come from?. You felt yourself soaking your panties from the scene. “Kitten, shit-where’d the abs come from?” You had to close your eyes to keep from pounding on him.

“D-do you not like it?” His voice wavered

You opened your eyes, staring the poor man down like you would jump on him any minute. “i fucking love it, baby. One day i swear i’ll ride your abs” You softly chuckled when he laughed. “You don’t know how fucking hard it is to keep myself composed right now and you have my favorite jewelry color in your pretty nipples.” It was fun to see him squirm and lose control on his own body.

“Y-yes. They’re my favorite ones too” He was a mess. He just wants to be a good boy for you and do as you please like a good kitten. “p-please..do something.” He whined, biting his bottom lip.

“I will, kitten.” you strut over there, swaying your hips slightly towards him. Once you were in front of him, you turned around and bent over, slowly taking your shorts off with your panties right behind. You turned back around and sat on his hard on, directly on his hard on. The moan he let out was fucking delicious and you wanted more from him. “I got something for you, kitten” You smirked, rolling your hips in a circular motion, moaning when you felt his cock jump.

You got up, ignoring the boy’s whines and complaints, and went towards the desk getting a purple box. You gave him the box and he opened it, gasping once he saw what was inside. “put it on for mommy.” Your voice left no questions and he had none to ask anyway. He pulled the black and yellow cat ears on, placing them gently on his head.

You stepped back to get a good look at him. “You look so fuckable right now it is not even funny.” You shook your head and walked towards him again, his eyes piercing through your body. You got back on top of him, continuing your ministrations from earlier, loving the way he moaned out for you.

“Mommy, Kitten’s so hard right now. Kitten wants you now” He wailed and you ignored him, bending down to slowly kiss his nipples, your tongue peeking out licking his sensitive nipples. His back arched off the bed letting out a soft noise, hands in your hair. You lifted up to look at him with an arched eyebrow.

“Do tell who gave you permission to touch mommy?” You pinned his hand above his head, but moaned when he pushed up against you. “o-oh~”

You sat up and went between his legs. “I see you like that, kitten” You bit your index finger nail.

“i-i-h-h” He shakily sighed when he felt your tongue graze over his defined abs. “Mhm” His voice was sweet like honey. You continued to trace your tongue over his abs, sucking little hickeys on them. “More, please” He sounded so desperate and to say it was turning you on would be an understatement.

“Just because you’re begging me nicely, kitten” You licked his tip that was sticking out while pulling his briefs down completely. “You’re so fucking hard, kitten” You got the lube from under the bed. “Is it all for me, hm?”

Yeosang felt like he was about to cry right now. He can’t take this teasing any longer. It's too much, he just wants to release. “M-mommy, please do something. Kitten wants momm-uhh-“ He was about to beg again but felt your lips wrap around his cock. “s-so good, mommy” He couldn’t help the way his hips jumped, Your mouth was so warm around his cock. Just what he needed. He whine and felt tears prickle at the side of his eye when you pushed his hips down from moving. “Mommy- Your mouth feels so fuckimg good around me” He panted out still trying to move his hips.

You lifted up when you felt him violently twitch around you, making him cry from the loss of his orgasm. “stop crying, kitten, don’t you want to be inside of mommy?” You could tease him more, make him cry more, but his puppy eyes are making you soft. He nodded and you got up to get a condom. Once you got it, you rolled it on his cocky, squeezing his tip lightly.

You grabbed the vanilla scent lube and put some in your hand, rubbing it on his dick. “I’m going to give you what you deserve, kitten.” You lined yourself up before slowly dropping down on his cock.

The moment he was all the way inside, you began bouncing. You were already wet but the lube only made you ride him faster. Your hands are scratching his abs. His abs are a new addiction added to your collection and you’re not complaining. “Does my pussy feel good around your cock, kitten? Am i giving you what you begged me for” You moaned and bounced faster on his cock.

“Y-yes mommy~ You’re so tight around my cock.” You were bouncing so fast, his headband fell over his eyes.

You were scratching his stomach, leaving red marks over your hickeys. “Cum when you feel, baby.” You threw your head back with a long drawn out moan. You felt yourself getting closer as time grew. “You look so fucking perfect like this. I want to ruin you some more, kitten.” Your hands went back to fiddling with his nipples, groaning when he let out a hard gasp, hands flying to your waist. You grabbed his hands again, putting them back above his head, holding him down.

His eyes rolled back and he came inside the condom with you following along with a moan of his name. You rode him until you heard him whimper from overstimulation.

You got off of him, throwing the dirty sheets away. “Are you okay, baby?” You went to go lay back on top of him. He nodded and held you.

“Can we clean up when we wake up, please?” He gave you puppy eyes and you were sold. “We’re taking a long shower in the morning.” She nodded along and kissed your sweaty temple.

“Yeah, you definitely gotta dominate me now” you laughed when he gasped and cuddled deeper into his chest.

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When she threw open the apartment door and hollered out in her usual manner, "Papa, the people in my class are fools who spew bourgeois propaganda and I don't know how to—" she didn't expect she would be hastily shushed by a voice she knew for sure didn't belong to her Papa, but to another man who usually didn't appear at their home without their knowledge. Or, well, at least, her knowledge; there was still the matter of that time she had invited the art gallery curator over for dinner without first telling her Papa, which resulted in her very flustered and embarassed Papa opening up the door unpreparedly to a fully suited Grantaire while he himself was clad in his kitten-pajamas, an incident for which her Papa still hasn't forgiven her for. Marianne doesn't really see why; clearly Grantaire was completely enamoured by the whole look, if anything.

But dragging her attention back to the present situation, she watched as her Papa's boyfriend (and wasn't that a bit odd to think about—it wasn't as if she was opposed to him dating, or opposed at all to him dating the gallery curator, considering it was her who pulled the two together—it was just a bit of a jolt to see him hold another's hand or smile when talking of someone romantically—he was her father, so she supposed it had something to do with that, though another part of her suspected it was just the way she still held that little bit of concern from his separation from his dick-of-an-ex all those years ago while she was still a baby—a girl's going to fret a little for her father, right?) ease himself back against the cushions of the couch without waking her slumbering Papa slumped on his chest and perched on his lap (which—once again—was a bit odd to see, considering for many years it was her who had fallen asleep in her Papa's lap, and with a very different kind of love behind the action.) She raised an eyebrow.

"Not that I'm discouraging you from coming over or telling you to stay away or anything, but what are you doing here?" she whispered, mindful of her Papa's sleeping state.

Grantaire glanced down and carded a gentle hand through her Papa's golden curls. "He had a...bit of a day," he replied, equally as quiet.

Marianne frowned. "But he was working from home today." When she realized what must have happened, she swore, and it was a testament to how much she liked Grantaire when he didn't even bat an eye. "I didn't think the work at the firm was getting to be this bad."

Grantaire looked grave. "Bad enough if it warranted the kind of anxiety attack he had when he called me over." He peered down, mouth turning down to a concerned frown for a moment before he pressed a kiss to the top of her Papa's head, something which made her smile, though she dared not do it too largely. She still had the part to play of the daughter disgusted with parental PDA, after all.

One matter, however... "Wait, how did you even get off of work to get here?"

His eyes flashed up to her's. "Renovations, remember? Gallery's closed for three weeks cause of it."

Oh right, the renovations. The memory of having been told of it did come to mind, and even if it didn't, she should have been able to figure it our based on the hoodie and sweatpants the man donned, so opposite the sharp suits he would usually wear for his job. Honestly, how very convenient. Though, she didn't doubt the fact that even if he wasn't off work right now—or at least, off work at the actual gallery, considering she had spent one too many of his infamous rambles listening to him complain of all the work he has to get done at home—he still would have rushed to help her Papa.

Which, at the end of the day, is truly what wins her over once and for all. Smiling, she thinks a little before saying, "You're a good guy, Grantaire."

The upturn of Grantaire's mouth was bright especially in the evening light. He moved to sit up on the edge of the seat, but that was the moment her Papa endeavoured to shift on Grantaire's lap, letting a little sniffle and burrowing deeper into the man's chest, prompting him to freeze and recline back on the couch oncemore instead.

"So," he whispered once he made sure her Papa was settled once more, "I have the approval of the hard-to-win-over-child, then?"

She rolled her eyes. "I never disapproved of you. In fact, I approved of you way before. I'm the one who called you for dinner."

Grantaire smirked. "Maybe. But you kind of have this intense stare to you—kind of like your dad here."

She rolled her eyes once more; her Papa fanboyed over her Uncle Feuilly, there wasn't much fierceness there. "Whatever."

They both fell in a comfortable silence, punctuated at times only by their breaths and what sounded like her Papa's sighs as he would shift and cling closer to Grantaire every so often, a soft look gracing Grantaire's features as he did so. Now, she thought, was fit to proceed into her own room and leave Grantaire and her Papa be, but before she could do so, Grantaire cleared his throat, calling for her attention. With the utmost tried casualty, he said, "I was thinking of taking your father to the Pont des Arts and maybe getting a bit of coffee and..." he trailed off.

She raised an eyebrow. "Are you asking me for permission?"

He looked a bit sheepish. "No. Yes. I don't know, I've never done this before."

"Did you miss the fact that I was the one who asked you over to dinner? I have no problems."

The relief on Grantaire's face was evident.

"That is," she continued. "If he says yes. His word is more important here."

Grantaire nodded hastily. "Yeah, right, of course."

She smirked. "Just have him back by ten." The words caused a rush of adrenaline through her. Damn, she never thought she would ever get to say that about her father.

Chuckling, Grantaire gave her as best a salute he could with his arms wrapped around her Papa and repiled "Yes, ma'am."

Turning, she moved to head to her room at last before one more thought struck her and she turned once more with a devious smile. "By the way, do you think I should clear out for the night?"

Grantaire blinked. "What?"

"I mean I could head over to Uncle Combeferre and Uncle Courf's place, they always let me sleep over if I want."

"I don't know what you're asking," Grantaire said, but the faint blush on his stubbled cheeks knew that that wasn't truly the case.

Her smile grew even more wicked. "Yes you do, I'm asking whether or not you're going to have sex tomorrow."

At this, Grantaire thoroughly coloured red, and he sputtered so badly he didn't notice the man on his lap shifting until he opened his eyes.

"Is that anyway to talk about your Papa?" her Papa asked drowsily as he yawned and craned his head to look at her.

"Oh please," she said, "I'm quite disgusted, but I've gotta know, don't I? I don't wanna be here for it."

"Well in that case," her Papa yawned once more and turned his head to burrow back into Grantaire's chest, "head over to Bahorel's place, Ferre and Courf are at an exhibit at the museum."

Grantaire looked down at her Papa in alarm. "Enjolras."

He peered up at him sleepily. "What?" He stretched up a bit to give him a quick peck on the lips, to which Marianne let out a slight noise of disgust. "Did I say something wrong?"

The red in Grantaire's face simply would not fade away. "Well, I, uh..."

Her Papa hummed. "I didn't think so either." The kiss he delivered now was no quick peck--slow and deep, her Papa winding his arms around Grantaire's neck as his boyfriend pulled him closer—and certainly not anything she needed to see either.

"Papa, no, shit you can't wait for me to leave. What, do you want me to leave for tonight as well?"

Her Papa only broke off to say, "Watch your language." He delivered one kiss more before saying, "No, Grantaire was just about to leave anyways, and I have to help you with your discussion skills to help your class understand that they're spreading bourgeois propaganda and how to prevent that, isn't that right, Grantaire?"

Now, Marianna personally would have been offended if someone were trying to kick her out like that, but perhaps in this moment, it was more of a bail-out for Grantaire rather than a boot-out considering how flustered he seemed at the moment with the two.

"Right, I'll, uh, I'll just." He walked over to the door, her Papa following close behind. "I'll just—"

Her Papa stretched up on his toes to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. "Bye, Grantaire."

Grantaire looked down at him, a grin spreading across his face as he, unaware, reached a hand to his cheeks where her Papa's lips had brushed only a moment ago. "Yeah, bye."

Marianne groaned. "Gosh, save it for tomorrow!"

THEY'RE SO CUTE!!!!

[alexhogh7137]

The Battle Between Love and Fire-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chapter Forty *this is the longest chapter I have ever written! So make sure you bring your snacks and strap yourself in;)*

Word Count: over 6k

Warning: sex without consent, smut, fluff and heavy angst

You did not get much sleep on that night and neither did your beloved. His heart rate did not lower as the hours progressed. His jaw stayed clenched at the thought of his friend's attempt to kiss you. You are very beautiful, he gives him that, but that gives him no right to kiss his wife. He would never do that to Katya, so why would he do this to him? Oh, that is right. Him and Katya shared a kiss on that one night before the battle to win Kattegat back from his brother Bjorn. But how could Prince Oleg know? He pondered that question in his head over and over again. The only possible reason for him to do such a thing is because he found out about him and Katya's quick moment. She must have told him, or someone else did but he was not stupid enough to ask such a question. So he stayed still as he watched your eyelids struggle to stay closed. He knew that you were not sleeping either, but still, he held you in his arms and never let you go. And he made sure that his ax was by his bed and his dagger was on his waistband. He was not letting anyone touch you, or harm you in any way, shape, or form. You are his and his alone. If Prince Oleg thought differently, he has another thing coming for him, that is certain. 

Soon enough, the sunshine crept its way through the windows of your chambers and Ivar lifted both of your bodies up from the warm pillows. You both sigh from the lack of sleep but he knew from the look on your face that you are struggling more than him. With you being several months pregnant, you need the sleep for both you and the baby. 

Ivar "Sweetheart, you did not sleep at all?" You shake your head no, "Why? I was not going to let anyone-"

"I know, I know.."

Ivar "So why did you not sleep, hmm?" He places stray hairs behind your ears.

"Just an unnerving feeling. I don't like perverted men, Ivar. I thought that he was your friend."

Ivar "He is."

"Friends do not try to get their friend's wives into their bed, Ivar. He even offered!"

Ivar "I am aware Y/n. I will take care of this."

"If Hvitserk hasn't done that already." You snapped. 

Ivar snickers, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Hvitserk stopped him last night Ivar, that is what I meant."

Ivar "You-do not sit here and tell me that I never save you, that I never protect you! I am your king! I am your husband! Treat me like it huh?!" You laugh at his reaction. But it made you think: has Ivar ever saved you? Has he ever helped you? Helped you, oh absolutely! Saved you, no. Hvitserk has always been the one to save you. Hell, you were taken from your own home while Ivar slept beside you. So you laugh and get out of bed. 

Ivar "And where do you think you are going?"

"I need to stretch my legs..beloved." You put on a fur blanket around your arms and chest to cover yourself up a bit before leaving the room. You had to walk away from Ivar, or else it would be a fight and you did not wish to have one with Ivar. It is useless. You would both feel like they're right so what is the point? It would only bring on a migraine, to which you already have one from the lack of sleep. Ivar just watches you leave and puts his head into the palms of his hands at the realization that you are absolutely right. Hvitserk was there for you last night..he was not. Hvitserk seems to always be there when you need him the most, but it should be the other way around and that makes Ivar feel like a horrible husband and king. He will never forgive himself for that night, because he could have stopped King Harald.

Ivar "What can I do?" He whispered to himself as he looked at the door his wife just left. 

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You meet Katya in the hallway and she stops you out of concern from the look on your face and the dark circles. 

Katya "Oh darling, are you alright?"

"Oh yes, I am fine. Thank you."

Katya "Do not lie, there is no need for that, Y/n. I know that I met you yesterday but I have grown to like you. I am here for you, woman to woman, queen to queen..are you alright?"

"Just very tired. This baby is becoming too big for my body." You force a laugh because it was a lie. Your belly is very large but nothing that you cannot handle. You just did not feel like talking at the moment.

Katya "Oh, alright then. Could I do anything? Run you a bath, perhaps?"

"Oh that is too kind, but no thank you. I am actually going to go out for a walk-"

Ivar "Not without me, I hope." He says as he comes up from behind you. You look at him and then back at Katya. Her smile quickly fades when she sees that your smile is obviously not sincere. 

"Of course, my love. You can walk with me." He smiles. 

Ivar "Good morning, Princess. How was your night?"

Katya "It was fine, thank you for asking. And yours?"

Ivar "Just as fine, thank you. Now, If you'll excuse us."

Katya "Of course." She moves out of the way and lets the both of you pass her in the hallway. She can tell that something is off but she doesn't not know what. 

Once you and Ivar are out of the doors of Prince Oleg's kingdom, he opens his mouth. 

Ivar "I am sorry." You do not respond. "You do not accept my apology?"

"What exactly are you apologizing for, Ivar?"

Ivar "For not saving you, like I promised. I did not save you on-"

"We've gone over that millions of times, I forgive you."

Ivar "And I am sorry for not being there last night. I sensed something was..wrong when it took you so long. But I ignored my own thoughts. And I shouldn't have. I am sorry."

You nod, "Thank you. And I forgive you." He walks closer to you and kisses you on the forehead. 

Ivar "I love you Y/n. I love you more than everything."

"I know. And I love you too-"

Prince Oleg "Ah, there you two are! Good morning!" You jolt when you hear his voice and you walk a few paces backwards. 

Ivar "Mm, hello Oleg. Good morning."

Prince Oleg "What is the matter?! You two seem so down on this bright and lovely day."

"No sleep."

Prince Oleg "Oh, that is a shame. Was it the bed-"

Ivar "No, not at all. It was someone's actions that made the both of us uneasy." He says with direct eye contact, making Prince Oleg take a step back. 

Prince Oleg "Oh, well..today is a new day. New beginnings! So, in celebration of your return..I have arranged a little play to be had in my front field, in a few hours." 

"And what does this play entail?"

Prince Oleg "Uh uh uhh, that will be discovered when you arrive."

Ivar "We will be there.."

Prince Oleg "Wonderful. I will see you two very soon." He says as he pats Ivar on his shoulder and walks in the opposite direction. You look at Ivae in shock.

"He does plays now?"

Ivar "He has a weird skit thing that he does..little Igor even have dolls that he uses for reenactments."

"Wonderful. Why did you fail to tell me how Oleg really is, hmm?"

Ivar "I did tell you."

"All of the good things, but none of his strange tendencies."

Ivar "If you do not like him, why don't you leave? You are a queen, you can come and go as you please. If you do not like Prince Oleg, you can go home to Kattegat."

"I know that you do not mean that Ivar. So I am not going to take that to heart. But if you do not take care of what happened last night, and not take responsibility and accountability for me, I will be taking Ryuu and I will be gone within an hour. Do you understand me?" He smirks and chuckles a bit but then his eyes start to fill with tears. He does not speak, he only nods 'yes' and you walk away from him yet again.

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Hvitserk finds you sitting on the balcony, talking to the daughter in your belly and he stands there for only a moment, to admire you. You catch him and open your arms for him to hug you. You need his comfort after the long night and the argumentative morning that you have been having. 

Hvitserk hums once you are in his arms and you just inhale his scent that engulfs your senses and warms your soul. 

Hvitserk "I've got you." He says as he rubs small circles around the small of your back and you smile. 

"How did you sleep?" You say as he lets go.

Hvitserk "Not even a single hour..and you?"

"Notta.." you both laugh at the deliriousness. 

Hvitserk "I just sat in the doorway and kept an eye on your room. I didn't like what happened last night."

"You did that?"

Hvitserk "Of course I did."

"You did not have too, Ivar slept with his-"

Hvitserk "Dagger. Yeah, he always does. Ever since that night, he always sleeps with it on him.. or next to him. But, a dagger is useless if you do not wake up in enough time to use it, aye?"

You nod, "Yeah, I guess you are right."

Hvitserk "What is on your mind, kitten."

"I am just looking forward to going home. Ivar and I have been arguing all morning."

Hvitserk "I figured that. But it is normal..it is okay to have arguments. It is okay to have outbursts and tiffs..but you fight with love. It's never anger, it is out of love."

"That is a great way to put it, Hvitserk. I will have to remember that."

Hvitserk "So, what were you telling our little angel in there?" He says as he places his hands over your belly. 

"Ohh, just a lullaby."

Hvitserk "Sing it to me." He smiles once you smile and he lies his head on your belly as you sing it to him. You fiddle with his braids as you sing and he rubs your belly for you. And occasionally kisses it, making you giggle because it tickles you. 

Hvitserk "You aren't ticklish there when we are in bed-" your jaw drops and you smack his arm playfully, making him burst out laughing. "I am not wrong."

"I know but shush, come back and let me finish my lullaby." He complies and you sing until the very end. Once it ends, he leans up and kisses you before helping you up from the lounge chair.

Hvitserk "That was beautiful, princess."

"You think she heard it?"

Hvitserk "Of course she did. And she smiled, but we cannot see that yet."

"Hmm. Prince Oleg has a play..it is supposed to start in a hour or so."

Hvitserk "Ah yes, I remember his plays. They are quite interesting."

"Help me pick out a dress, will you?"

Hvitserk "It would be my pleasure." You walk back into the home and he helps you pick out a beautiful white dress for the scheduled play. Today is going to be a warm day which excites you and Hvitserk. Because your little one is going to be born in the summer season!

Ivar thinks long and hard on how he is going to confront Prince Oleg without it becoming a huge fight and someone ending up hurt or worse. Having two ill-tempered kings is not a good mix but somehow, they are friends? Nonetheless, he found Prince Oleg talking to a few of his people, trying to prep them for the play when Ivar interrupts him. 

Ivar "We need to have a little talk, Prince Oleg."

Prince Oleg "Can it wait?"

Ivar "No, I'm afraid it is urgent." Prince Oleg looks at his people, whispered a few words and then they left Ivar and him to talk in private.

Prince Oleg "What is it, my friend?"

Ivar "It has come to my knowledge that you made advances to my wife, last night."

Prince Oleg "And who told you that?"

Ivar "My wife!"

Prince Oleg "And you believe everything that woman tells you?"

Ivar "Of course I do. I love her and she loves me-"

Prince Oleg "Ohh, poor Ivar..so nai-"

Ivar "I am telling you right now, if you do not keep your hands and your perverted mouth away from my wife, you are asking for a war. Do you understand me, huh?!" Ivar was not going to allow this man to twist his marriage when he was in the wrong. So he shouted that, for his people to overhear and they began to stare. That made Prince Oleg feel the pressure and realize that he needs to agree or he would be having a war in a few days time. 

Prince Oleg starts to laugh out of shock and nervousness, "Okay, okay..I heard you Ivar the Boneless."

Ivar "Have I made myself clear, my friend? She is mine and mine alone. She is not a slave nor is she going to be your play-thing...understood?"

Prince Oleg sighs, "But she is-" Ivar takes out his dagger and places it to Oleg's throat. Specifically, right on his vein that would kill him in a matter of seconds if cut. 

Ivar "If you want to play this game, Prince Oleg...would you like to die by my blade.. or by dragon?" Prince Oleg stammers and looks at the massive creature that is licking his lips as he stares at the man that his father has a blade to. 

Prince Oleg "Oka-okay! We have an understanding! I am sorry, just get off of me!" Ivar backs off and puts his blade in his waistband. 

Ivar "Good. Now, go on and finish getting your people ready for this play of yours. Wouldn't want to displease us, now would you? You have already been so rude to your guest, wouldn't want-"

Prince Oleg "She will love the play, I am sure of it."

Ivar "Good, that is good huh?!" He playfully hits Oleg on the shoulder. 

Prince Oleg "Of course. I sincerely apologize Ivar.."

Ivar "Good. After the play or before..you can apologize to the woman that you treated with disrespect. And see if she accepts your apology." He walks away before Oleg has the chance to respond. Leaving him out of breath from that shock of fear, it was startling to say the least. He looks at Ivar and back at Ryuu who is still gawking at him with his fangs out. Prince Oleg hurries his way to his people and pretends like nothing happened.

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When you are finished getting ready with Hvitserk, Ivar is coming into the doors of the palace. Katya is goofing around with Igor in the foyer. She smiles when she sees you walking in the room.

Katya "Well, don't you look gorgeous!"

"Thank you, beautiful! So are you." She thanks you and gives you a quick hug while Hvitserk walks up to Ivar.

Hvitserk "Did you make it clear?"

Ivar "Of course I did, my brother. "

Hvitserk "What did you tell him?"

Ivar "Ahh let's just say, it was either he died by my blade or by Y/n's dragon so he apologized." They both burst out laughing, making you and Katya look in their direction.

Katya "What is it?"

Ivar "Oh I just scared your husband a little bit..!"

Katya "Oh, of course you did. You can't help yourself, can you?"

Ivar "He deserved it."

Katya "What did he do and what did you do?" Ivar crutches his way over to Katya and looks down at you and then back at her. 

Ivar "Your husband tried to touch and kiss my wife." She looks at you and you look down. That is all the confirmation that she needed. "So I told your husband to stop his perverted attempts at getting with my pregnant wife or me or Y/n's dragon will take care of him for his actions."

Katya "Y/n I-I am so sorry! I had no idea-"

"Katya it is okay."

Katya "It is not okay. You are now my friend and I care for you. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just wanted to forget about it, to tell you the complete truth. I have been through a lot in my life and I am used to that behavior..so I am fine, trust me."

Katya "What do you mean? How could one get used to that?"

Hvitserk "Alright, let's go outside and enjoy this weather..shall we?" 

"Mm, yes. Ivar, is it warm out yet?"

Ivar "It is warming up, my love."

"Good! Let's go then-"

Igor "Are you alright?" You look down at the young man and you place your hand on his shoulder, and smile down at him.

"I am now, thank you for asking. Hey," you crouch to his level, "how would you like to pet a dragon?"

Igor "I can pet him?"

"Mhm. He is very kind and very gentle." 

Igor "Then I would love to!" 

"Okay, let's go see him then." He takes your hand and you thank Ivar with your eyes and he smiles at you with pure love. 

Hvitserk "Let's join her." Katya and Ivar nod and walk after you. Katya is in shock that her husband did that and she had no idea of that even occurring. Normally, he would brag about it to Katya to make her feel worthless but not last night. This was news to her and sad news at that. She has grown fond of you so to know that that happened, angers and saddens her. But thankfully, Ivar took care of it. He saved you. This time, he saved you.

…

Igor spent a good long while with Ryuu: bonding with him, pet his scales, he even got to hug his leg! He thanked you for that opportunity and hugged you for what felt like an eternity. A hug from a child or in this case, a young man, is a hug like no other. It brings you a joy that does not come from an adult or an elder. It makes you feel so good about yourself and it makes you feel a sense of adoration that no other age can offer. Hvitserk and Ivar watched as Igor clung to your waist with smiles on their faces. Knowing how wonderful of a mother you are going to be. 

Katya "Alright, young Prince..let her breathe now.."

Igor "Oop, sorry!"

"No need to be sorry! I love your hugs!" He smiles and you kiss Ryuu's snout as a 'good boy' because Igor and Katya do not know that you can communicate with your dragon(s). So with that kiss, he knew that he was a good boy. Then suddenly, a bell was rung and everyone was meant to gather around to watch the play.

Igor "Bye Ryuu!" He said as he ran to the front yard. You all giggle at how cute that whole encounter was. 

Katya "How did you train him to be so..tamed?"

"I raised him. I got him along with two of his siblings. They were given to me for my 20th birthday. Ever since then, I have raised them and cared for them. Along with Ivar and Hvitserk."

Katya "You raised dragons?" She looked at Ivar.

Ivar chuckles, "She is giving me too much credit. When I met them, they were very little, but not quite babies. I simply helped feed them and cared for them. Y/n did all of the hard stuff."

Katya nods, "Well, you are an incredible woman Y/n. You should be proud of all of your achievements."

"Thank you, Katya. That means a lot to me." She smiles and she continues to walk with the three of us to the front yard to join the people of Kiev.

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As the play began, everything was normal and simple. Very complex and artistic play that was very amusing. That is until Prince Oleg called his wife down to join him for a skit. She hesitated for a minute and then gave into his need because he gave her the 'look'. 

"Oh gods, what is he going to do to her?"

Ivar "Nothing bad, I am sure of it."

"If he starts, he is going to become ashes.."

Hvitserk "Shh, kitten. He's not going to hurt his own wife." Ivar looks at him and then he remembers that Oleg killed his first wife. One of the reasons why him and Ivar bonded was because Ivar did the same thing and Prince Oleg admired that, for some sickening reason that Hvitserk could never comprehend. 

Hvitserk "Nevermind..just relax Y/n. Katya is strong, like you. She can handle her own." You don't respond, you only keep an eye on her and his movements. 

Prince Oleg began to talk his nonsense and started to dance with her. It was sort of beautiful to watch two lovers dance before your eyes. Your nerves calmed down quite a bit, however, that was only for a split second. Prince Oleg switched like a light switch on a wall, and pinned her to the ground. You look over at Ivar and he does not move, his emotions just change. 

Hvitserk "What the hell.." Hvitserk could not finish before Prince Oleg undressed his wife in front of everyone in Kiev and used her to please himself. You had to get up and walk away because she was screaming in agony, not ecstacy. Hvitserk follows you but Ivar stays to watch. 

Hvitserk "Are you alright?"

"Flashbacks..I'll be fine I just need to catch my breath."

Hvitserk "Hey, shh shh shh..I've got you." He holds you close and walks you far enough away from the yard to where you could not hear Katya no longer.

"I want to kill that man."

Hvitserk "You cannot kill him, Y/n. If you could, I would help you..but we cannot."

"He deserves it after what he is doing to her. He is humiliating her, torturing her, using her-"

Hvitserk "I kn-"

"How can I stand there and watch a woman go through what I went through? What can I do to help her?"

Hvitserk "I do not know, kitten. He is the king-"

"And I am a queen."

Hvitserk "Yes you are, but you are not in Kattegat. You are in his kingdom."

"His kingdom..we'll see about that." You push your way through Hvitserk and rush your way through the crowd that is dancing around Prince Oleg and Katya. He is still using her when you push him off of her. When he is on the ground, you help your friend off of the ground and hurriedly get her covered up. When she is covered up, she punches her husband so hard in the mouth that his lip spits. You pull her back and she just bursts out crying on your arms, almost pushing you over because you are so off-balance being as pregnant as you are.

Prince Oleg "How dare you defy me?!"

"How dare you do this to your wife?! How dare you use her like your slave? How dare you humiliate her in front of her people? You should be ashamed of yourself." He is speechless. You walk her through the ground when all of a sudden, you hear women start to cheer for you. Cheering for your bravery and your strength to stand up for women like you did. When you look around you, you find Ivar standing up and clapping for you. He mouths, "I am so proud of you." You just smile and continue on walking Katya back to the palace. 

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When she gets in, she stops you and hugs you so tight that you can barely breathe. You just hold onto her as you ride out the emotions with her.

"I could not let him do that to you any longer. You did not deserve, nor will you ever deserve to be treated in such a way."

Katya "I am used to it. But this, this was the first."

"I am used to it as well."

Katya "Ivar-"

"No no, never Ivar. For a long time, it was my own father, then it was another king who took me from Kattegat and tortured me for many days. So yes, I know how you felt. How you feel right now."

Katya "What did you do?"

"Well, for a while, I just took it. But when I found Ivar, he gave me the strength to do what needed to be done."

Katya "Tell me what you did."

"The king that tortured me in my own father's dungeon...was burned to ashes as he stood. And for my father, well...he ended up with the same fate."

Katya "Oh my gods.."

"Men like them should not be allowed to continue."

Katya nods, "I will take care of him. When I am strong enough. But as of right now, I am in a lot of pain, I am going to take a shower. Y/n, thank you so much for what you did back there. I don't know how I could ever repay you."

"There is no need. I am glad that I was there to help you. Go on now, but remember to take it easy."

Katya "I will, I will see you when I can." You nod and when she is out of your sight, you walk your way to a chair that is the closest to you and collapse on it. 

Ivar "My love, are you alright?" He shouts when he finds you sitting there.

"Fine, just fine."

Ivar "You always amaze me, my love. You are stronger than I am."

"I just stand up for what is right. I could not allow him-"

Prince Oleg "How dare you?!"

"Me? How dare you?" Hvitserk and Ivar stand in front of you to guard you from Prince Oleg.

Hvitserk "Back up!"

Prince Oleg "How dare you interrupt me!? I was almost finished, you know!"

"Ivar.."

Ivar takes a few steps forward and gets in Oleg's face, "I know why you did that to Katya, Prince Oleg."

Prince Oleg "Oh..?"

Ivar "You did not get my wife last night so you used your wife instead." He does not answer, only smirks. "I bet, you imagined fucking my wife..didn't you?" He chuckles, "That is all of the validation that I need. My love, we are leaving now."

"But Katya, how can I leave her?"

Ivar "I care about your life and your safety, not hers. We need to leave."

Hvitserk "Ivar is right."

"I need to say goodbye, keep him out of her room." They both nod and keep an eye on you as you rush into her room. She is still in the shower but you do not care. You hug her and whisper in her ear, "I have to go, my friend. I am not safe here any longer, but I need to tell you something. If you ever feel unsafe, please come to my home. You are always welcome and you are more than welcome to stay for as long as you need. Please, take up for yourself, dear friend..be safe."

Katya "Thank you, I will." You rush out and take your husband's hand and rush out of the palace.

Prince Oleg "Please do return soon! You are always welcome in my home, Y/n." Hvitserk helps you up on Ryuu and Ivar gets in his carriage. 

Ivar "Do not expect to hear from me or any of us, ever again.."

Prince Oleg "Oh do not be like this, Ivar! You are my friend."

Ivar "I was, not anymore. You stay away from my family." He strikes his horse once Hvitserk is mounted on his horse and you lift off on Ryuu. Gladly heading home.

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The journey home felt like it took forever. Your energy is completely spent and your body hurts from the lack of sleep. All you can think about is being home with Ivar and Hvitserk and seeing Ubbe and Torvi. Then you realize that you were supposed to stay for a week! A week in that kingdom! All you know is that Ubbe is definitely going to ask questions but you are honestly dreading answering them. Hopefully Ivar will do the answering for you so that you can rest. Hvitserk can sense your exhaustion and just wants to make you feel better and at ease. Hopefully once you are home, you will feel ease. 

Neith and Eldr fly up in the air to greet you and Ryuu. You swear that your dragons are just as needy as toddlers even though they are massive in size. 

"Hi, my loves. You have been good, I hope." Ryuu lands and you use his wing to get down gently. Ubbe is already by your side as soon as you look up from the ground. 

Ubbe "Hey sis..why are you-"

"Long story. Maybe ask Ivar or Hvitserk what all went down in Kiev but I am so glad to see you." He pulls you into his arms and holds you for what feels like hours. His brotherly love is what you missed and what you needed. 

Ubbe "Are you alright? You seem sad, Y/n."

"I am just glad to be home, where is Torvi?"

Ubbe "She is inside, feeding the kids." Ivar and Hvitserk ride up and you hug Ubbe one more time before going inside to search for Torvi. Your people stop you of course, telling you that they are happy to see you but questioning why you are back so early. You inform them that everything is fine but we all just needed to come home. They did not question any further and let you get inside. You find Torvi in no time at all but her daughter runs to you first. 

"Y/N!!" She runs to you and you pick her up in your arms. 

"Hi my lovebug!" 

"You are home early!"

"We are! We all just missed you so much."

Torvi "Alright, you are hogging her..it's my turn." She takes her daughter from your arms and places her back down to the ground. You get choked up once you are in her embrace but you knock yourself out of it. "Are you okay?" She whispered to you.

"I am now." 

Torvi "What has happened? You all were supposed to stay a week, maybe even longer."

"It is a long story. But we needed to get home."

Torvi "Well, whenever you are ready to tell me, I am all ears."

"Okay, I love you."

Torvi "I love you too. I am glad that you are home." 

"Me too." Soon enough, Ivar and Hvitserk come in with Ubbe and Ubbe looks infuriated. You gather that one of them told him what Oleg has done to you and Katya. 

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Lisbon Lights (part 5) (John Wick x Assassin!reader)

AN: so there will be another chapter after this cuz... It was too long. Thats why. And then Lisbon lights will be over and I'll go on writing about my other fics. Who need to also be finished. I hope I didn't forget to tag anyone, the last chapter will contain some smuttttt so yeah.

Word count: 2651

Warnings: blood violence swearing

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The look of shock on Luana's face was priceless. She looked utterly panicked. You would have have enjoyed this moment if it wasn't for your own heart beating loudly in your chest. He had come. Why? He hated you. He was here. Making his way up to you. And you were currently useless, tied up and unable to move, a bit of blood dripping from your collarbone. You were desperate to do something, help him, but the tugging on your ropes were only causing you to bruise yourself. 

When Luana finally reacted, screaming at her men to get prepared, you smirked. Prepared for what? Death? John wasn't going to be beaten up by some low level handman. The gunshots were incredibly loud to you. You were after all, a 'knife' person more than anything, but right now, those gunshots were deafening. Clearly it wasn't because of the overwhelming anxiousness and fear for John's safety. No. You were pushing that aside. You watched as three man ran to the door, walking out and slamming it behind. 

There you were. Locked up with your worst enemy. And one of you was obviously going to die. You both looked at each other as the silence between you two settled in like a heavy smoke. You watched, your breath catching in your throat as she reached for, once again, something you had not noticed before. The shiny silver of the gun reflected with the setting sun. Yes. One of you was going to die. And right now, it was unsure of who. 

You frowned. Taking a deep breath. You surely weren't going to show weakness now. This wasn't you. If you were to die before John arrived you wanted to die like you lived, with pride. Behind the mask of this tremendous lie you told yourself however, you were begging for John to run in. To hurry. And shoot her before she could shoot you. 

What happened after was still a blur. Your mind still trying to grasp what truly happened in the second after. The loud noise, the body, the blood. Where did he even come from? How did he manage to shoot her without a second thought. You remember gasping, and your eyes filling with tears for a second as you stared at the now dead body of your enemy. You remember the feeling heavy feeling of relief as you closed your eyes for a second. And silence settling in again. 

When you opened your eyes to look at John, he looked like shit. His bloody shirt and messed up hair. The furious look on his face. For once in your life, as he walked up to you, you showed no pride nor hid your true feelings. You were worried. 

"John…" you whispered, surprised by the way your voice slightly cracked. 

As he sat on the same red velvet couch Luana sat in front of you with a sigh you simply gazed at him. 

"You are infuriating. Do you know that?" He simply let out. 

In any other situation, your silver tongue would have returned the attack but you simply nodded. John frowned.

"Do you always behave so recklessly?" He asked again. 

You took a second to take in the question. Was there even a good answer to this? 

"Sometimes…" you answered, the ghost of a smirk on your lips. 

He chuckled. And you felt light again. He leant forward and looked at you. He seemed to think for a second. 

"I… I'm sorry for the hurtful things I've said." 

You blinked. What? He was apologizing? You literally had put this man through hell, you made him, single-handedly destroy an empire to come and save you, and he was worried about the mean thing he had said? 

"What..?" You blurred out.

He looked fidgety for a second, probably wondering how was he going to apologise more profusely. This man was unbelievable.

"John! Stop being and idiot! You just saved my life!" You let out.

"It doesn't really justify-..." He started.

"It doesn't. But you're completely forgiven…" you interrupted. "And…" your voice broke again. 

John seemed to notice and a worried expression settled on his handsome features, especially as his eyes scanned the small cut on your collarbone. 

"And… I'm sorry I was so reckless… I'm sorry I didn't follow the plan…" you were trying your best to hold in the tears now. 

You had to admit, your pride was currently being murdered in cold blood but, you didn't remember anyone risking their life to save yours. Or even apologizing for calling you a bitch. John suddenly looked almost panicked. The situation was unreal. You were crying, stammering some pitiful apology, tied up to a chair in a hotel full of dead bodies as John looked truly panicked because the brat looked like a pained child.

"And I.. I put you in danger and I'm sorry…and thank you… for saving me..." you finished, looking at the interesting blood splatter on the carpet.

John quickly rushed over, grabbing a knife he had kept you didn't even know where, and you quickly felt the ropes that trapped you fall off. You didn't hesitate one second to lunge for him, tackling him with a hug. No one was witnessing it, right? It couldn't hurt. John's arms quickly wrapped themselves around as you hid your face in his neck. You stayed like this for a minute. Soothing each other. The wild ride was more or less over now and the tension was finally dropping. You sighed, getting lost in the smell of cologne, blood and sweat. 

"Let's go back to the hotel, we need to check your wound." 

You closed your eyes over the vibration in his chest as he spoke. He was worried about your small cut when he looked far more fucked up. Unbelievable. 

"It's just a scratch… you look worse Mr Wick." You let out softly. 

He groaned and you smiled. 

"Come on. Don't be a brat." He warned. 

You chuckled, and remembered how he had referred to you when he spoke to Luana. 'his kitten'. 

"Moew." You simply let out. 

And he groaned again. 

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It was well over 9 pm now. You sat on the couch of the suite you shared with John. You were starving. John and you had gone back to the hotel and he had not allowed you to leave his side more than a minute. You had obviously both been checked by a doctor as soon as you had walked in the hotel and Amalia had seen you. You couldn't escape the screaming fit from Amalia over your recklessness and the mess you both had caused. And when you finally had a moment of peace, in your suite, you were alone. And starving. John was with Amalia, taking care of God knows what. It was the only exception he had done to 'leave you alone and unsupervised' as he had quoted. Not that you could do anything. In this room. Alone. 

You sighed. You were finally back in 'vacation'. But the heart wasn't there anymore. You felt bad. You felt useless and a burden. You were unable to take care of yourself and had put John in danger. Your mind was running on so many things. 

Guilt. From all the events of the past few hours. 

Disappointment, in yourself. For not being able to be the woman you had fought to be for so long.

Fear. From all the emotions you were feeling, towards John mostly. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by the door opening. Your eyes falling on John's ones immediately. The way your heart raced was trouble. You smirked up at him. He looked annoyed. Making his way to the couch, he let himself fall down on it with a sigh. You chuckled. 

"Amalia is a lot of work… isn't she?" You asked. 

John simply hummed. 

You looked at him. The way his hair fell softly. His eyes closed, laying back on the couch. Yes. The way your heart jumped was trouble. What was even this? Friendship? Simple affection?... Love? You swallowed dry for a second as you looked away. Shifting on your seat. 

"What's wrong?" You jumped, and he frowned, his obsidian eyes now on you. 

You smirked at him again, a bit of maliciousness. 

"I'm hungry Mr Wick. Why hasn't my babysitter tried to feed me yet?" You let out in a overly dramatic voice. 

He rolled his eyes and you let yourself soften again. You stared at him, and he looked back at you. Confusion settled in, as a question was burning your lips. And it probably showed on your face, because he sat up straight again. 

"(Y/N), what's wrong?" His tone was more demanding. 

"What now?" You surprised yourself asking out. 

God. He was turning you into his kitten! You should worry about that, but the silence after the question was much more terrifying to you. He was leaving now. Obviously. He was done with his job. What were you even thinking? 

You forced yourself to chuckle. Turning back to your old self.

"I suppose Mr Wick is needed elsewhere. And I can now take my vacation in peace…" you let out in a almost sickening lie.

John simply frowned again. The intensity of his gaze on you was suddenly making you nervous. And you lost your smile. 

"Is that what you want?" The words made you freeze.

No. Stay. But nothing came out of your mouth. You just stared at him. He wasn't speaking. He was actually waiting for you to answer. Facing now the most important decision of your life your hands were almost shaking. What should you say? The truth? Let yourself be finally weak… in front of wick? Or were you better living your lonely life? Of course, nothing could change your free mind. Nothing could change the strong woman you were. But were you willing to ask for someone to share it with you? It was scary. What if he said no? What if it wasn't what he wanted? Were you willing to let yourself be hurt? 

Taking in a shaky breath you looked at his expecting eyes. No words escaping your mouth, suddenly too dry to even let out a sound. You. The mouthrunner. So you shook your head, like a sad child. A pained look on your face. 

Now wasn't that pitiful? You weren't even able to speak up your feelings. What a truly fucked up mind you had. However when John's face instantly softened you could feel yourself finally let some hope in. Actually. It made you brave. And as John was about to speak, your heart spilled.

"No. It's not what I want." 

John looked surprised.

"Stay a bit. I can't force you. But… stay. Let me show you the city. I won't be your tour guide…" 

John glared at you, the thought of your first encounter making you smile. 

"But I'd like to think I can show a… friend… around… after all, you saved my life." 

Silence. Way too long. 

"But if you have stuff to do…" you started again, trying to brush it off. 

"Stop. I'm taking a week of vacation too. I'm staying." He simply let out. 

You took a moment to look at him, to gaze into his beautiful obsidian eyes. The smile you both harbored could have tipped anyone off on what you both truly felt. But there was only two blind fools in the room at the moment. 

"Shall we go dinner?" His rough voice rang.

You chuckled. 

"I'm starving, yes." 

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The sun was warm on your skin, a high contrast to the icy cup of strawberry mojito in your hand. There, on a small corner of the beach, you sat next to the baba yaga, who sipped on a cup of bourbon. 

The week had been quite fun. You had spent your time running around Lisbon during the day, showing him off how beautiful and interesting the city was. Sometimes passing by some secret little place only people like you and John could enter in. You had made a priority to show off all the best restaurants for every dinner during the week and then walked around the crowded and eventful streets. It was really enjoyable. To you and to him. But none would ever actually confess such a thing. 

However, for as much enjoyable this all was, you could see and notice how John had been more cold in the last 24h. Yes, the week was ending. And John's phone had been ringing much more often, leading to frowns and angry little groans from him. It made you smirk. The underground world could not keep turning without the baba yaga. It was only a matter of time.

You sipped at your drink once more as John's phone rang. Again. You contained a chuckle as John answered the call with an annoyed 'yes?'. You looked around the beach, trying not to pay attention to what was going on next to you. The situation was quite tricky, In the end, for you and him. You had grown overly fond of the man, and you could tell, to some extent, that he did as well. The snarky comments and sarcasm being the perfect communication between both of you. But everything ends. And perhaps time was up.

You had been so used to being alone that you never allowed anyone to get close to you. And somehow this man, who could make people run away just by the mention of his name had managed to pass through all your walls. Now you couldn't possibly see yourself asking him to stay. You probably wouldn't stay here either. You had to work, Lisbon was just the little piece of heaven where you came to hide when you needed a break. Your city. You sighed, frowning slightly. You almost regretted having tasted this feeling of care and affection. You were getting addicted to it. 

"(Y/n)?"

You slowly tilted your head to the man next to you. Eyes wide open. Had he said something?

"Are you alright?" He asked. 

You blinked. 

"Yes. Of course I am." You answered quite quickly. 

He stared at you and you rolled your eyes. 

"Are you being needed somewhere else mister wick?" You let out in an amused voice looking away again and sipping your drink. 

"Vacations lasts as long as I want." He tried to debate.

You smirked, looking at him knowingly before chuckling at his annoyed glare. 

"Vacations in this profession, lasts as long as another job doesn't show up. And jobs, isn't what you are lacking of currently by the amount of fucking phone calls you've been having." You let out, cursing the slight annoyance out of you. 

"Language young lady." He reprimanded. 

You rolled your eyes. 

"Don't be so jealous, you have all my attention daily, a few minutes a day won't kill you." He added, obviously messing with you. 

"I am a very possessive woman mister wick. You might tell that to the person who keeps calling you." You simply replied in the same tone. 

"I'll make sure to tell Charon about it." He nodded with a smirk. 

You smirked back. But the heart wasn't entirely there. Everything ends. Yes. You sighed once more, making John look worried for a second. Looking away you swallowed dry for a second. You kept repeating to yourself the same two words. Everything ends. 

"I'm taking you to a place tonight for dinner. It'll be our last dinner so I'll make it special." You spoke, a malicious smile on your lips as you glanced back at John.

You froze for a second, the frown on his features was confusing. Was he angry, sad, or had you crossed some kind of line? It took him another second before he finally nodded and looked away. This wouldn't be easy for any of you. You had to brace yourself for it. 

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[war--lords]

HC for reaction to MC learning how to make their favourite dish, but switched sugar for salt by accident for Masamune, Ieyasu, and Mitsunari please! I hope this hasn't been done before. Thank you and I love your writing!

OH POOR BB ;;;; I don’t know what their favorite dishes are so I’m just going to wing it

Mitsunari

The seaweed soup you made him looks fabulous, he nearly cried looking at it. That was five seconds ago, though. He since has taken a spoonful of it and put it in his mouth. He observes that it tastes… sweeter than most seaweed soup.

Granted, it’s not a whole lot of sweet on his taste buds, but that combined with the slippery texture of the seaweed kind of makes him sick. Also there’s pepper in this, he notes, watching the small spicy grains converge at the bottom of the bowl. It’s so weird.

“How is it, Mitsunari?” 

There you are, sitting across him with a look so hopeful and adorable. He’d swallow a sword to keep you happy if he must, so with the best of his abilities, he musters up the classic charming smile and offers his affirmation.

“Yes, it tastes very exquisite—COUGH!”

Neither of you expected him to choke on some seaweed, and in the midst of his constant coughs, Mitsunari loses control of his facial muscles and you realize how it doesn’t look like it tastes even the least exquisite. You place a cup of tea in his hand. As he drinks, you take a sip of your own dish and freeze. 

“I’m so sorry, Mitsunari! I swear, it’s the kitchen that needs to put labels up on their jars!!!”

He won’t reject extra comfort hugs and kisses. Sweet seaweed soup is pretty traumatically disgusting.

“It’s alright! As the old adage goes, it’s the effort, not the results that matter. Perhaps we should talk about this ‘label’ you mentioned. …I see. These ‘stickers’ sound like they are quite the useful item. Perhaps we should try and make a homemade version for the kitchen? I’d hate for you to give up cooking so fast.” 

Ieyasu

You’ve prepared yourself for this day. Cooking for your loved one is always kind of nerve-wracking because it’s your loved one—what if they hate what you’ve made for them? Also this is Ieyasu, and you know for a fact that Masamune occasionally cooks for him. Heck, it only took you one taste to fall in love with Masamune’s food. Your competition is fierce.

So when Ieyasu takes a slurp from your bowl of wasabi noodles and his eyebrows immediately scrunch up. 

it’s SWEET???? and there’s the wasabi kick he likes so much but it’s sweet? 

You know you’ve messed up one way or another. That’s a primal reaction right there. Ieyasu recovers his poker face a millisecond later, realizing he wants to avoid making you upset, but it’s too late. Slowly, he chews on the noodles, trying really really hard to break it down to its basest form so he can swallow it all. But you’re perceptive, and you persistently ask what’s wrong with the food, fully expecting him to tell you.

“Did you, uh, taste this before?”

Ah. Yes. You totally forgot. Between trying to figure out a new recipe, working with Sengoku era kitchen utensils, and getting scared that he won’t like the dish, you left out the one thing that every person should do while cooking. Taste test. 

Ieyasu watches as you slump against him, hiding your face in his shoulder. He pats you gently with one hand, the other, with his chopsticks, trying to salvage some of the meat from the sweet broth.

“Sounds just like you, mistaking sugar for salt. …Huh? Stop apologizing, stupid. I mean, it’s pretty bad, but I can still eat the meat and the tempura. I can eat anything as long as there’s wasabi, remember? …Don’t feel bad. It actually makes me really happy that you tried so hard, just for me.”  

Masamune

Masamune is working really hard for a couple of weeks now, and you feel like making something to perk him up in between paperwork duty. You know he’s an excellent cook, but you’re not so bad either, so you thought a dessert would do the trick. You recently discovered seaweed gelatin—kanten, it’s called—in the kitchen, and after some explanation from the staff, you’ve decided to make some azuki bean jelly. Sweets for the brain, right?

At first you thought impressing the chef is going to be difficult, but when you enter his quarters with a plate of beautiful square-cut jellies, he’s already beaming with enthusiasm.

“Is that dessert? Man, am I lucky. Thanks, Kitten.”

He’s admiring the presentation of your dish, even going as far as rocking the plate back and forth to watch the jelly jiggle. He’s all smiles and chuckles, even as he cuts up a portion from a square and put it in his mouth—

“How is it?”

He smiles at you, seemingly pleased, and you’re sighing a breath of relief. Masamune’s thoughtfully cutting up a piece of the jelly and brings it to your lips, so you obediently open your mouth to taste…

…incredible saltiness. You lose it, reacting vocally to the extreme taste and how it matches so badly with the ingredients. 

“Hahah! Did you put in salt instead of sugar?”

You want to cry, both from the awful taste and from the humiliation. He takes a big gulp of tea and offers you the cup. “Cleanse you palate,” he says, and you drink, too speechless to immediately apologize. How could you be so stupid? Instead of making his mood better, you probably ruined it even worse than the pile of paperwork on his desk. God. 

Masamune, of course, doesn’t want you to be too harsh on yourself (you’re probably too eager to try and make him happy, which honestly is sweet enough it wants to make his heart burst), so he picks you up and places you on his lap to deliver a deep, long kiss against your lips.

He hums, satisfied. “Now that’s great dessert, Kitten.”