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streetlight11 · 3 years

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Somebody to you

Summary: Going on a school trip with your best friends is something you've ever wanted but luck wasn't on your side. Not only were you going to see your childhood enemy on the trip, but you had to share cabins with him due to unfortunate circumstances on your end. How would the trip turn out?

Theme: College au, enemies to lovers

Genre: a little angsty, slightly suggestive but nothing too serious, fluff ending

WC: 7.8k

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Fem!Reader

a/n: Hey there :) This one is a little longer than my other fics. Tell me if there's any mistakes! Anyways, hope you like it :)))

“Okay everyone, so as you may all know, the school has decided to let a few selected classes from each course go on a field trip to the mountain lodge where you will get to take part in fun activities such as skiing. Those classes who are not selected for this trip will be going on a different trip respectively since they could not accommodate a whole resort for the entire school.”

The school’s principal said through the loud speaker, announcing the school trip to everyone on campus. After he called out the selected classes for each trip, the students were visibly excited. But even then, somehow, two students from two different classes couldn’t help but frown as they both let out a defeated sigh.

The thought of seeing each other on campus was already disappointing enough. But to be stuck on a resort with the other, definitely never crossed their minds. After class was dismissed, you packed your bags too slowly for Jennie’s liking as the older girl tapped your nose teasingly.

“Hey. What’s with the face? You okay?” Jennie asked.

“No? It’s already bad enough that I see his face here everyday. Why do I have to see him again for the trip?” You said in an annoyed tone, causing Lisa to exchange a knowing look with Jennie.

“Are you talking about Yunho?” Lisa asked, a small sympathetic smile appeared on her face.

“Who else?” You puffed your cheeks. You three soon left the classroom, only for Jennie to speak up. “Oh come on, Y/N… Let’s ignore him and just enjoy this trip, hmm? Besides, look on the bright side! Yeri, Jihyo, Sana, Chungha and Mina will be there too!” You could only groan, making the two girls laugh.

By now, everyone knew the two Tom and Jerry on campus. You would never go a day without at least one verbal fight with him. You had just entered the cafeteria, finding for an empty table when you spotted him from afar with your eagle eyes.

You internally groaned when he happened to turn towards your direction as though he knew you were right there.

Yunho gave you a cold stare before turning back to his friends, allowing his smile to reappear on his face as if nothing happened. You continued your day as usual, despite not looking forward to the trip that was set to due in a week's time.

The week passed by pretty fast as you were unfortunately running late due to morning traffic. When you arrived on campus, you were at least 20 minutes late. However, apparently everyone was already given the chance to find a partner for each room and there were a total of 32 cabin houses that could accommodate a maximum of 9 people in each house.

You looked around to find your friends, but you nearly dropped your bags when you realized that they already had 9 people. With two girls whom you weren’t close with but you recognized them to be Yeri’s classmates. Jennie and Jihyo frowned, mouthing a series of ‘sorry’s and also saying that the headmaster didn’t give them a choice to wait for you.

You shook your head and smiled, telling them that it was okay.

Just then, the headmaster turned to the latecomers only to speak up. “Do all of you have a cabin to join?” The 6 students shook their heads. Just then, a familiar voice spoke up from just two rows down.

“She can room with us. We have one extra spot left.” This made you turn your head, only to lock eyes with Jeong Yunho. Of course you would never agree to staying in a cabin together with him, but at that current moment, you had to weigh the pros and cons.

It’s either you stay with complete strangers who may or may not be the best of people or stay with an enemy whom you know almost your whole life and suffer with him for the next one week until the trip ends. What could possibly go wrong.

Eh, what the heck.

“Sure, I’ll stay with them.” You said as the headmaster nods, pointing his hand towards Yunho’s group of friends.

You hesitantly walked up to them but the minute you stepped foot in their circle, Yunho was quick to speak up.

“Just because I helped you, doesn’t mean I don’t hate you anymore.”

“Oh, I didn’t ask for your help anyway. And, don’t worry, I still hate you.” You said. Yunho made a face at you, earning a roll of your eyes. The rest of them who witnessed this couldn’t help but glance back and forth between the two enemies.

They were soon heading off class by class respectively. At this point, you were thankful that you could finally reunite with your best friends instead of being stuck with him.

The journey to the mountains took at least 4 hours but it was worth it.

When they arrived at the resort, it was a lot more beautiful than in the brochures. Everyone left the buses in awe at the spectacular scenery. Since it was almost the start of winter season, snow already began to coat the mountains and the roads in that area.

The temperature was cold and breezy, making them wear warm protective clothings. You got excited when you saw the skiing park right beside the resort, pulling Lisa and Jennie over to the railings. “Wow look!” You gasped with a bright smile on your face. Both Lisa and Jennie did the same as they watched the people ski down the slopes professionally.

After they’ve all entered the main lobby of the ski resort, the headmaster made an announcement.

“Alright everyone. When the staff calls out your name, please come and collect the keys to your cabins. I’ve already told the staff workers here to label and assign each cabin to the respective groups according to what you chose earlier. After I have dismissed everyone, you are free to roam around, explore this resort before going to the main food hall for lunch. I will give you about an hour and a half of free time. Do I make myself clear?”

Everyone responded in unison and soon, the staff member began to call out the names of the student representing each cabin to come forward and collect the keys. After everyone was done, they soon dispersed to go to their cabins.

You stuck with your friends as you followed them to their cabin. Unfortunately, their cabin was at least 5 blocks away. Making it difficult for you to even sneak out and go to their cabin at night like you planned. Nevertheless, the cabin interior looked really nice and cosy. The wooden interior makes it even more warm and spacious.

“Wow! It’s so pretty!”

“This is nothing like the pictures!”

“I wish we could live here together.”

A series of compliments were thrown the minute they entered the house. You were excited to stay in these kinds of cabins despite knowing you wouldn’t be sharing it with these bunch of people. The girls were about to explore more when you spoke up.

“Well, I’ll leave you guys to it. Text me if you guys are going anywhere fun!” You laughed.

“I’m so sorry Y/N! I really hoped for all of us to stay together.” Jihyo apologized, making you shake your head.

“It’s fine. We’re gonna see each other often during the activities anyway.” You said before you waved goodbye to them, leaving the cabin to go to your designated one on the other side of the resort. When you were just 4 feet away, you could already see the shoes scattered around the doorstep, making you sigh.

You didn’t have anything against the guys, because it was quite easy to say that you knew most of them on a name basis just that you aren’t close friends. However, the only person you knew the longest but also happens to be your enemy since high school, was obviously Yunho.

So when you pushed the door open, you immediately took in the wonderful pinewood smell of the gorgeous cabin. Completely ignoring the excited males running around the lodge.

“Oh, Y/N. Hey.” Hongjoong acknowledged you first, causing the rest to do the same.

You gave them a small smile followed by a nod before entering the cabin further. Once you were standing in the living room, just staring at Seonghwa who was wrestling Yeosang, a voice spoke up from the steps. “All the rooms have only one bed each, 3 queens and 1 king. We’ve already decided who rooms with who.” Yunho announced coldly.

“And…?” You paused, urging him to continue.

“And? Isn’t it already obvious who you’re rooming with? The boys figured you wouldn’t be comfortable sharing a room with someone you didn’t know. But I’m taking the bed. You can sleep on the couch.” Yunho said. You rolled your eyes, proceeding to walk in his direction before you came to a stop in front of him.

“I’d rather sleep in the kitchen instead of sharing the bed with you.”

“Be my guest.” He taunts. You could only growl before heading up the stairs.

Hours went by in a flash and it was already dinner time. You were already exhausted from the activities you did earlier in the day. Already planning to take a shower and head to bed the minute you reach the cabin.

A few minutes later after everyone was dismissed from dinner to head back to their cabins and rest, as promised, you immediately went to your shared room with Yunho only to unpack your things and organize them a little before heading for a shower. You didn’t realize it had been almost an hour and it was nearly time for the lights to be out.

Students were told to turn their lights off and sleep by 10pm. It was already 9:47pm. Yunho was downstairs with everyone else, probably still playing games.

You decided to take a quick warm shower. Taking only your towel and phone with you. You completely missed out your new clean clothes, thinking you could just get them later after the shower. About a good half an hour later, you had just stepped out of the bathtub shower completely wet but definitely fresh.

You reached for the towel on the rack and soon towel dried your body slightly before wrapping it around your body. You turned off your phone and left the bathroom. However, what you didn’t expect to see was a room filled with guys. You shrieked upon seeing them, making them flinch as they turned around to look at you.

“What the hell are you all doing in my room?!” You nearly screamed from both annoyance and embarrassment.

“This is my room too, darling.” Yunho said with a smug look on his face.

“And didn’t you say you were hanging out downstairs?”

“Mr Kwon was going around doing his rounding duties.” Mingi said bashfully, eyes clearly respecting your almost naked figure just desperately clutching onto your towel for your dear life.

“And why of all the rooms, you chose this one?”

“Because I said so?” Yunho replied for Mingi, making you scowl.

“Have I mentioned I hate you?”

“Not today actually, no.”

“The least you could do was warn me, Yunho.” You loudly whispered.

He rolled his eyes at you thickly. The room fell silent but you were still staring at your bag that was placed perfectly beside San on the ground. You wanted to tell them to leave but you thought it might be a bit rude considering you weren't exactly friends with them.

Somehow, Yunho could sense your uncertainty. With that being said, he got up from the bed and walked over to your luggage on the floor. He took the carrier and brought it over to you by the bathroom door. “Here. No need to thank me.” He said before turning back to go to his friends.

You couldn’t help but stare at his descending back, unsure as to why you suddenly felt a weird pull in your stomach. You ignored the feeling and soon disappeared back into the bathroom to change into a pair of sweatpants, a shirt and a thick hoodie.

You came back out a few minutes later with slightly dryer hair since you spent about 10 minutes blow drying it. You placed the luggage back beside San, taking out your charger and plugged it on the side table. When you turned around, the boys were still chatting and playing their card game only to speak up to Wooyoung and Seonghwa who were sitting on the side opposite Yunho.

“Move elsewhere. I’m trying to sleep unlike you owls.” You groaned as the two boys scurried away to sit nearer towards the centre of the mattress.

Once you climbed onto the bed, Yunho raised his eyebrow up in question.

“Uhh, who said you’re sleeping here? You’re taking the couch.” Yunho said firmly with a hint of irritation in his voice but you couldn’t care less. “In your dreams.” You said as you turned to let your back face them under the covers.

You didn’t see his burning glare, closing your eyes to sleep.

You fell into a deep slumber within 5 minutes, you felt lethargic as it took over your body almost immediately. A few minutes went by, the boys were still in the room playing a series of games from both card games to truth or dares. Remembering to keep their voices at a minimum. They were half way through playing Uno when they heard a shuffle coming from behind Seonghwa.

They watched as you rolled over in your sleep, only to face them.

But what made them feel so endeared by it was the way you laid. You were laying on your side, one hand tucked under the pillow. The other rested in front of your face, in a way covering your face.

Your hair draped over your face while your lips parted open very slightly. There was a few stifled laughter filling the room, only for Wooyoung to speak up in a hushed tone. “How is she so cold and feisty when she’s awake but so cute and vulnerable when she’s asleep?”

“I know right? Look at her.” Hongjoong giggled softly.

“You cannot not tell me you don’t find her attractive, even the slightest bit.” Yeosang directed his question to Yunho who was seen staring at your peaceful figure.

“I don’t know if I can answer you…” Yunho whispered.

The guys smiled as they continued playing the game. About half an hour later, Hongjoong was the first to urge the rest to head to bed since it was already late and that they should let you rest.

They left the room, not forgetting to clean the room after themselves. The minute everyone was out the door with only Yunho left in the room, he turned around to look at your sleeping figure. Yunho very quietly made his way to you, only to stop behind you. He carefully reached up, letting his hand hover over your face for a second.

He let out a soft sigh before he gently tucked your stray hairs behind your ear. Careful not to wake you up. Yunho couldn’t help but stare at you for a little while longer before he spoke up very quietly to no one in particular.

“What are you doing to me, Y/N?”

You stirred awake in the middle of the night, feeling the urgent need to use the bathroom. You got up groggily, only to shuffle your way to the bathroom. After you were done, you stepped out of the bathroom only to turn the lights off and head back to the bed. However, before you could lay back down, you saw Yunho curled up on the couch. From where you stood, his back was facing you but he looked fairly cold as his body was shivering slightly.

Despite the heaters in the cabin, the cold breeze from outside still managed to seep into the cabin.

You didn’t know why but you felt bad seeing him in that state. You wished you could just wake him up and call him into bed but you were afraid he might feel uncomfortable with it. So you opted to just take two of your jackets, one thick jacket and one full length windbreaker.

You quietly made your way to him, only to drape both jackets over his frame. He shifted in his sleep but never woke up. You carefully went back to bed, giving him one last glance before laying back down again.

5 hours later, Yunho woke up to a weird feeling of warmth engulfing his whole body. He remembered the night to be cold. For all he knew he was shivering last night. Yunho fluttered his eyes open, looking around to see what was the cause of warmth. That’s when he notices the pile of jackets on top of his frame.

He knew for a fact that it wasn’t his. With that being said, he glanced behind him only to see you still fast asleep on the bed. He couldn’t help but smile as he got up to take a shower.

Minutes turned into hours, they were all gathered by the ski lodge to go snowboarding. They stood according to the people in each cabin. You were standing between Jongho and Yeosang, while Yunho stood behind you.

They managed to follow the safety guidelines correctly, only for you to join your friends instead of sticking with the boys. They of course didn’t stop you from going. However, that doesn’t mean Yunho would choose to stop keeping his eye on you from afar. Others might think he’s just figuring out ways to torment you and cause you to make a fool out of herself since they always fought with one another.

But in reality, he was keeping an eye on you to make sure you never hurt yourself because after last night, he suddenly had a change of heart towards you. He just doesn’t want to admit it yet. You were racing down the hill with Yeri a few feet behind you, wanting to challenge each other to see who could win.

You were reaching the bottom but you didn’t notice the boulder ledge right in front of you until a voice called out to you from ahead. It was Chungha and Mina.

“Y/N, watch out!”

You didn’t have enough time to react, your nervousness took over the board as it began to wobble. You were just about to hit the boulder when somebody came swooping in from your left, toppling you over the hill instead of the ledge. Your heart jumped out of your chest as a scream left your lips.

You couldn’t even bother to see who saved you from plunging to your death as your bodies tumbled down the hill mercilessly. But the person who saved you, was holding you tightly against them. Putting a hand behind your head to protect it. Just when you finally rolled to a stop, that’s when you carefully pulled away.

You could hear a whole series of voices calling out to them but you couldn’t care less.

You were about to thank whoever that saved you but your words got stuck in your throat when you realized who it was. You were laying on top of him with your hands tucked between your chests. His arms were wrapped around your body, keeping you close to him. Snowflakes coated his hair and little on his face, probably the same for you.

Your faces were just inches away from each other but nobody wanted to pull away. “Are… Are you okay?” Yunho asked softly.

“Y-Yeah… you?”

“Mhm.”

With that, you carefully got off him. While Mingi and Hongjoong helped Yunho up, Jennie and Sana rushed over to help you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You asked him again, definitely not buying his answer since he practically took most of the hit. You knew he was at least in a mild pain but he put up a strong front. “I’m fine… really.” Yunho said. And for the first time ever, he flashed you a genuine smile that somewhat made you feel something in the pit of your stomach.

After dinner, they all headed back to the cabin where the boys were all tired and agreed to rest early for the night. Yunho showered first before letting you use the bathroom. Needless to say, the two of you didn’t argue much ever since the incident earlier. You simply talked to each other when you needed to.

You left the shower wearing a hoodie and a pair of loose pyjama pants. Yunho was just taking a few pillows from the bed when you stopped him.

“Yunho… uhh, you can take the bed. I’m not sleeping yet.” You said. Of course he took this chance to sleep on the bed, he did feel unsure if he should let you sleep on the couch. Before he could say anything, you left the room not forgetting to remind him again slightly louder.

“Sleep on the bed.” You soon closed the bedroom door only to head downstairs to make yourself a cup of tea. You could feel yourself starting to catch a cold, hoping the tea could cure your sickness.

You didn’t know how long it had been since you went downstairs. After what felt like forever, you finally went to wash your mug before going back up.

You came back to find Yunho lightly snoring on the queen sized bed. The cabin was still chilly despite the heaters so he had a hoodie on. The thick duvet covered up to his waist. He was laying with his stomach down, arms tucked under the pillow to support his head. He was facing the couch but he looked too pure and peaceful for you to even feel creeped out.

You found yourself smiling softly at him before going over to the couch. You laid there for a moment before you too fell asleep.

It was almost 4 hours later that he woke up to go to the bathroom. He turned off the bathroom lights and closed the door, ready to head back to bed when he saw you on the couch. You looked like you were shivering even though you had a thick hoodie on.

Yunho’s lips tugged into a smile as he walked up to you only to stop behind your figure. He shook his head softly at you before carefully slipping his arms underneath your knees and torso. Yunho swiftly lifts you off the couch, earning a very light groan from you. He carried you all the way to the bed, tucking you underneath the duvet before climbing in beside you.

Once he was sharing the space with you, Yunho gently pulled you against him until you were practically side hugging him. After he managed to find a comfortable position for both of you, that’s when he finally relaxed. He made you rest your head on his shoulder while his other arm rests on top of his chest.

Your right hand was tucked between your bodies while your left arm was draped over his stomach.

Immediately, the warmth was too nice to ignore as he soon fell asleep not before planting a very chaste kiss onto the top of your head. Yunho had no idea why he did that. He just felt like doing it.

The next morning, you woke up to an unusual warmth hugging your body. You never felt this warm during the previous morning when you woke up. You thought it was the heater’s work so you instantly relaxed further into the warmth. Just then, you felt a soft squeeze on your waist, making you open your eyes.

You carefully looked down to see an arm hugging your waist from the back. You didn’t have to turn around to see who it was. Just this alone was enough to make your cheeks flush red.

You mentally shook your thoughts away before you cautiously slipped out of his grasp to take a shower and got ready for breakfast. Thankfully, neither of you acknowledged it to avoid any awkwardness.

Hours went by and the activities today were less tiring but it did drain a bit of their energies. The boys were quite charged that night as all 8 of them gathered in the lounge area of their cabin. It was already half past eleven at night. The boys were just playing Jenga when Wooyoung noticed a figure stepping foot on the ground step by the stairs.

“Oh, Y/N. Are we being too loud?” He asked with a slight crinkle in his face, afraid of you lashing out. But instead, you smiled while shaking your head.

“No… I just… I couldn’t sleep…” You admitted to it shyly, fiddling with the hem of your hoodie before looking up to accidentally lock eyes with Yunho. Just then, Yeosang spoke up, asking if you wanted to join them. It took you less than a second to nod in agreement, making Yunho scoot over a little before patting down the space beside him.

Minutes ticked by as you watched them play, occasionally joining in. However, your eyes started to become droopy. Sleep was slowly taking over you as your head felt light with each passing minute.

Just then, right when Mingi was about to pull out the Jenga wood, Yunho felt a sudden weight on his left shoulder making him glancing down. That’s when he saw you resting your head on top of his shoulder. Since he couldn’t see if your eyes were closed or not, Yunho gently pat Jongho’s thigh who was seated on his right.

“Is she asleep?” Yunho whispered. The younger boy leaned over to take a peek. Curiously enough, the rest did the same.

“Yeap.” Jongho said softly in return, a smile gracing his lips. Yunho felt your hand grow limp on his sides before it dropped to his upper thigh, close to his hip bone. He glanced back up to see the rest of them smirking and giving him suggestive looks before one by one began to tease him.

“Looks like you’re finally weak for her huh?”

“Are you sure you hate her? You definitely don’t look like you do.”

“Sure, push her away if you hate her.”

“Do you need us to give you more proof that you’re actually in love with her?” Yunho simply glared at all of them, hoping you didn't hear any of this and thankfully, you didn’t.

About an hour later, everyone was heading to bed so while everyone was going to clear up the mess, the boys told Yunho to bring you upstairs. Yunho gently woke you up, shaking your arm softly.

“Y/N? Hey… wake up. Let’s go sleep upstairs, hmm?” His voice soothing to the ears. You stirred awake only to tilt your head up, too tired to realize how close your lips were. But of course, Yunho was too awake to notice the distance.

“Let’s go back to our room.” Yunho said as you nodded, struggling to stand up. Once you managed to find your balance, you made your way up with him to make sure you didn’t accidentally hurt yourself while going up the stairs.

Once they were both in your rooms, you walked over to the couch, making him stop you. “Woah, where are you going?”

“The couch?”

“What? Why?” He asked, genuinely confused.

“I thought you didn’t want me to sleep on the bed?” You asked, clearly still groggy from the nap. This made him let out a soft chuckle before walking to you. Yunho slides his hand around your waist only to guide you to the bed. If you were slightly more awake, you would have turned into a blushing mess. Once he sat you on the bed, he urged you to sleep.

“Then, where are you sleeping?” You asked with a small pout on your lip. Damn, you were making it so hard for him. “It’s okay. Just sleep. I’m not gonna do anything.”

“No, no, I know… It’s just… I want you to sleep with me… I mean, share the bed. It’s not too comfortable on the couch to be honest.” You finally admitted, making him smile. Yunho couldn’t help but chuckle softly at your words even though it was the most innocent thing he’s ever heard from you.

He gave in to your request, quickly taking off the hoodie he was wearing, only to leave the thin sweater he was wearing underneath. He soon climbed into bed after turning off the main lights in the room.

The minute he laid down on the mattress, you instantly craved for his warmth just like the night before.

Yunho allowed you to lay however you wanted, resorting to your head on his chest while your hands were hugging his torso. He could feel your legs tangle with his. The warmth engulfing you nicely. The both of you soon fell asleep without even waking up in the middle of the night unlike the previous nights.

The next morning, you both stirred awake around the same time. Neither of you realized the position they slept in until you moved your head slightly to feel his lips brush against yours. You were laying on your back with him on his side, so close to you as he hugged your waist.

Initially, your head was turned away from him but when you woke up, you turned your head to the opposite side. That’s when your lips accidentally brushed over his. Your heart almost leaped out of your chest while he grew awake when he felt that small skin ship. The room fell quiet for a second, simply just staring at each other. You were the first to pull away, climbing out of bed to excuse yourself to shower.

A few hours later, they had just gone back from husky sledding and ice karting. They were all gathered to eat dinner. Yunho was seated with his friends while you sat with your friends a few rows down from him.

But from where he sat, they could clearly see each other. Halfway through dinner, the host announced a quick game of run and hide. The objective of the game was for the leaders of each course to try and find the hidden treasure located somewhere in the resort. However, there will be a surprise during the game. Whoever finds the treasure and successfully brings it back to the dinner hall wins.

You turned to Lisa and Chungha who were seated opposite of you when you heard them squeak.

“I would rather stay here.”

“Me too!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as your eyes naturally found its way to Yunho’s. Your gaze lingered on each other for a minute before you looked away. The selected leaders were being called upon, with you being one of them.

Even though you were dreading this idea, you didn’t want to disappoint your classmates and course mates. You got led to the front along with 4 other students. You looked around to see that they were all students you weren't familiar with.

Besides, since you were going against each other, being in alliances wasn’t really important. However, your strategy soon got thrown in the bin when Yunho was pulled up to a stop beside you. You looked at him for a brief second, only to see a small smirk on his face. You tried to hide your smile by looking away but your lips gave it away and he definitely saw it.

The instructions were given, brand new torchlights were distributed and everyone was ready to find the hidden treasure. Once the whistle was blown, all 6 students dispersed to find the hidden treasure.

You and Yunho went separate ways at first. You went to the east side of the resort while he went to the west side. They were told that the treasure is not hidden in the cabins so you avoided doing that. The only areas that were out of bounds were the cabins and the forest that led to the mountains. Other than that, every other place is accessible.

You carefully searched through the trees along the pathway, searching along the cabin houses. Everywhere you could think of.

You were too busy searching for the treasure that you didn’t notice the person wearing a scary mask walking down the path with chains tied to his wrists. The man looked scary as he had a weird way of walking, almost like he was limping.

You were about to turn the corner when someone grabbed your wrist and pulled you back, using one hand to cover your mouth from behind. Once you were both squatting down behind the small bush, you let out a soft yelp as you felt yourself crash against a firm back. You glanced back to lock eyes with Yunho who whispered to your ear.

“Don’t scream…”

You were about to question him when the chains being dragged on the floor, followed by a low growl made you whip your head forwards. You clutched onto Yunho’s forearm out of fear as he slowly removed his hand from your mouth. His other arm was still wrapped around your waist.

“How did you know I was here?” You asked when you turned around to face him.

You tried to ignore the close proximity but he was doing nothing to hide his wandering eyes that travelled from your eyes to your nose, down to your lips and then back to your eyes. “I saw you searching through the bush and then I saw him.” Yunho said before looking back down at your lips again. This was enough to make your heart skip a beat as you turned back around to hide your blush by peeking out the gap to check if the coast was clear.

“I think we should-” You said as you turned around to talk to him when you saw the man dressed in the same way as the previous scary dude just metres behind Yunho.

“Go! Get up!” You yelled as you grabbed his hand and soon the both of them ran out the little alley between the two cabins. You ran hand in hand only for you to realize that there was more than one of them.

“This way!” Yunho said, bringing you back to the main building of the resort. You made your way to the other side of the building, only to come to a halt when Yunho spotted a treasure chest sitting behind the reception counter. It was hidden on the bottom shelf where no one could easily see unless they went close to the counter.

“Excuse me! Can you pass me that treasure box?” Yunho said to the clerk working behind the counter. She went over to the treasure box, only for you to see that you’re being cornered by the scary looking people.

“Yunho…” You warned by tugging on his sleeves and of course he got the signal.

The minute he took the treasure box, he quickly laced his fingers with yours and soon bolted down the lobby towards the main outdoor food hall. The two of you ran despite being chased by the scary looking men.

You were just a few feet away when a few same looking men blocked their paths right at the side entrance of the hall, making you both halt your steps. The other students who were watching gasped and screamed at you to take the other entrance on the other side. Yunho turned to you and asked if you could sprint. When you nodded, he told you to run around the back of the hall and go to the other entrance.

He managed to distract the men while you ran and when you successfully entered, you went straight to where the host and the other 4 students were. Who had treasure boxes too but they were empty.

Yunho managed to enter the hall, a few minutes later with a smaller treasure chest in his arms.

The host opened your boxes at the same time, only to reveal that your box was the correct hidden treasure, earning your course the win. Everyone cheered as you turned to Yunho who had a bright smile on his lips.

You then remembered what happened earlier beside the cabin. The memories came flooding in and you couldn’t seem to get that out of your mind.

Yunho took a few steps closer until he was right in front of her. You weren't sure what he was doing so when he pulled you into a hug, you found herself smiling against his chest. Both their friends were definitely shocked by this comeback but nevertheless they were glad that you two wouldn’t be fighting anymore.

After dinner was over, they all headed back to their own cabins. You hugged your girlfriends goodbye before joining Yunho and the others. They were walking down the path in silence while his friends were occupied with chatting to each other. The two of you were walking a few steps behind. Neither of you said a word until he spoke up first.

“I didn’t think you could run that fast.”

“I used to be a part of the track and field back in high school, remember? Or maybe you just didn’t realise since, you know...” A soft chuckle left your lips, making him do the same.

“Sorry if I scared you earlier.” He apologized.

“It’s okay. For all we know, you actually helped me from getting caught.” Yunho let out a laugh as they turned to enter their cabin.

He let you walk in first, holding the door for you. Such a gentleman. Once they were in, Wooyoung immediately took off his windbreaker and yelled happily. “Hey guys! Should we watch a movie tonight?” A series of yes went around only for you to turn to Yunho who was already staring at you expectantly.

“You can join them if you want. I think I’m gonna rest for a bit. I’ll see if I wanna join after.” You said, making the boys nod.

They all soon dispersed to their own rooms as Yunho followed behind you. Once you were in your shared room, he told you to shower first and so you did. But while waiting for you, Yunho sat on the bed in silence. Just thinking about how good it felt to hug you earlier and be that close to you.

Of course cuddling in bed is nice but you’ve never been that close in public. And for some reason, he liked it. He didn’t realize how long he had been sitting there for until he heard the bathroom door unlock. And out comes a freshly showered you with only a towel wrapped around your body. If he were to guess, you probably forgot to take your new clothes again.

“Forgot to take your clothes again?” Yunho asked with a soft chuckle, making you giggle with a nod.

He watched as you walked to your luggage, only to squat down to find your clothes. Once you took the clothes you wanted to wear, you excused yourself to go change and he just nodded. About 3 minutes later, you came back out looking as cozy as ever and all he wanted to do was hug you.

“Your turn.” You simply said, seeing him nod in response. When he disappeared into the bathroom, it was your turn to sit on the bed. You were just scrolling through your phone, looking at the pictures Lisa took of you at the ski lodge when you heard Yunho left the bathroom.

You looked up to find him walking out with just grey sweatpants on and nothing for his top.

Has he always been this toned?

You looked away to avoid him from thinking you were a creep, only to hear him chuckle. A few seconds later, he walked to you, stopping in front of you. Since you were sitting with your legs dangling off the bed due to using your phone while it's charging, Yunho had to stand almost in between your legs. That is if he took a few steps forward.

“Are you really not coming down?” He asked.

“I… I don’t know.”

“Come on, let’s hang out for a bit. When have we ever been this close without actually being on each other’s throats?” His comment made both of you laugh as you realized he was right.

Just then, he extended his hand out for you to take. So you did. However, before you could go far, you tugged on his hand while staying in place. Yunho turned around to look at you, silently asking if something was wrong. But instead of talking, you decided that actions definitely speak louder than words.

With that being said, you took two small steps only to lean up, pressing your lips softly on his. You could feel his breath hitch in his throat when you kissed him. Your lips soon curved into a smile as you felt him snake his hands around your waist.

He pulled you against him, only to guide you gently back down onto the bed. He scooted you up a little before climbing onto the mattress, resting in between your legs while he hovered over you.

Your lips never once parted.

Yunho hugged your waist as he carefully slid his hands underneath your hoodie. He slides his hands up your sides while he kisses your lips passionately before making his way down your neck. You were playing with his hair, feeling him kiss your neck when there was a sudden knock on the door.

It made both of you jump while he pressed his forehead into the crook of your neck. He planted a quick kiss to your collarbone before he pulled away to speak up. “What?”

“Hyung. Noona. Are you guys coming down to join us?” Jongho’s voice sounded muffled from the other side of the wooden door, making you giggle softly underneath him.

“Yeah, we’ll be down in a minute.”

“Okay!” Jongho said, and once he was gone, Yunho turned back to you with a small smile that melted your heart. “Do you still want me to say I hate you?” He whispered as his eyes lingered on your lips.

“Only if you want me to say I hate you too.” You teased.

“Yeah, I definitely don’t want that.” Yunho said before kissing you on the lips again, feeling you wrap an arm around his head to play with his hair. Something he was weak for.

Yunho gently caressed your sides, messaging the skin on your waist. His hands remained respectful so as to not touch you inappropriately without your consent. Just when he wanted to pull away, you purposely bucked your hips up, brushing your lower half against his.

A soft groan left his lips as he sucked in his breath. “Look who’s being needy now.” He teased.

“I’m not the only one.”

Yunho emitted a low growl from his throat, only to kiss you again. Except this time, his kiss was slightly rougher. He kissed his way down your neck, only to leave a mark on your skin where your shoulders and neck meet. You hissed when you felt him bite your skin. Yunho pulled away to see his art, making you blush.

“Are you seriously marking me now?” You asked with a laugh.

“Why not? At least now people know we’re no longer enemies.” He shrugged, earning a soft slap to his chest.

He couldn’t help but give you his cute toothy grin before kissing you on the lips again and soon helped you up. He threw over a shirt before they headed downstairs to find the boys already scattered around the living room. “Oh yay! You guys made it! Come on, we’re watching Infinity War!” San announced as they made extra room for Yunho and you.

You ended up sitting in between Yunho and Yeosang, but the minute you sat down, the other boy noticed the bruise growing on your neck. This made Yeosang smirk as he tried to come up with an excuse to make you leave the room for a bit.

“Y/N, can you help me get the box of soda on the counter? I forgot to take it.”

“Sure.” You soon got up to leave and the minute you’re gone, Yeosang turned to Yunho with a knowing smirk on his face.

“So, you two finally got along?” Yunho got confused at first but then when Yeosang pointed to the spot in between his neck and shoulder, the boy finally understood what Yeosang was referring to. He could only whisper a quick “shut up or I’ll kill you” before you came back.

The rest of them smirked at Yunho as well, only for you to get confused. “Is everything okay?” You asked.

“Oh yeah, everything’s okay. Is everything okay with you?” Hongjoong teased, making you frown.

“Yeah…?” Some of them were seen giggling and you were still confused. So a brilliant idea flashed into Yunho’s brain, wanting everyone to shut up. With that being said, he gently cups your chin and turns your head to him only to kiss you outrightly in front of the others. You immediately melted against his lips, ignoring both the screeches and giggles coming from all the boys.

Yunho bravely kisses down your neck to go over the spot that was now bruised, only to lick the burning skin. Yeosang faked a gag as he groaned in his spot.

“Okay, okay! We get it. Jeez.” Yeosang said, earning a laugh from the others. Yunho pulled away with a smirk on his face before placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Good. If any of you open your mouth about this to anyone, I’m gonna keep doing that in front of you.” Yunho warned teasingly, making them agree to the deal. your cheeks were burning red now as you turned your face to bury them in his shoulder.

Yunho could only chuckle as he kissed the top of your head lovingly, making your stomach do a flip.

That night before you went to sleep, you broke the news to your friends in your group chat. Everyone went crazy but they were happy for you. It was quite needless to say that almost all of them had expected this day to come sooner or later.

The two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms, with him holding you close. Yunho was happy to say the least. Since he’s actually had the longest crush on you just that he never admitted to it. He pretended to hate you because he was too shy to tell you how he really felt about you. He was just glad that both your classes were chosen to go on that trip.

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Pseudo Princess Pt.34

A Little Spell

07/20/2020

Pairing: King!Steve x Reader Word Count: 6,799

Warnings: smut, language, FLUFF, cute babies, slight angst

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Spring has awoken in Broklin. The sky is blue once more. Small tufts of cotton clouds fly by overhead as you walk with Maggie in your arms. She’s little, only three months, and aging with the peony blossoms in your gardens.

She wears one in her soft hay colored hair, carefully pinned by her Godmother Natasha this morning.

As she gawks at a flying bird, her chubby baby arms stretched out as if to touch it, your mind has a fleeting thought as you think about Nat, as it does every time you think of her.

What is he not telling me?

You remember it like it were only last night, Steve and Sam racing from your bedroom with a scroll crushed in Steve’s right hand.

He’d come back hours later looking tired and worried for only a moment as he walked into the room and then he’d smiled at you as you sat up, your little girl pressed to your breast as she fed.

He’d laid down beside you and kissed Maggie’s little feet just to hear her fuss a little and then laid with his eyes shut. Thinking things that you wanted but couldn’t know. Wouldn’t know. Still don’t know.

You’d known better at the time than to ask him what all of his rushing around had been about and instead settled Maggie between the two of you after she’d fed and only after he was asleep had you moved her into her cradle.

Steve had wrapped his arms around you in his sleep as you’d moved closer to him and it had chased away any fretting you’d had at the prospect of more trouble.

Despite the fear that had begun to grow in your mind, your worries seem to be unfounded as nothing has happened to alarm you or, really, anyone in the Kingdom.

“Sister!”

The call shatters your thoughts back to this blissful spring day and you turn to see Morgana moving quickly towards you, one hand holding up her pale green dress. The little vines etched along her collar and sleeves stand out in dark green and earthy brown.

“Morgana, your Majesty.” Peter states, moving towards Morgana and give her a quick bow while she too stops to greet him.

“Hello, Peter!” She smiles, then hurries back to you while Peter leaves you two to wait by the garden entrance.

You inspect your work—her dress—worried about the state of the stitching as she flounces about, but it’s holding up very well.

“Morgana, I thought you were in your lessons until the afternoon?” You chastise, eyes narrowed suspiciously as Maggie gasps in excitement, coos, and kicks her legs so quickly that you have to adjust her dress around her little feet. She’s a vision in pale blue to compliment the rosy pink peony in her hair.

Your own dress a stunning yellow, and a ribbon around your waist to match the color of Maggie’s dress.

With a little one, you have had to learn to keep your hair up or tied back. Grandmother had insisted on a braid this morning. Long with peonies also wound through to match your daughter.

For the most part, you don’t understand the fuss everyone has been making over the two of you looking so coordinated but apparently it is a tradition of the kingdom for a Queen and her child to set an example of “unity” . How exactly clothes show this, you have no idea.

“Hello little Maggie.” Morgana gushes then opens her arms to take her.

Handing your daughter over, you adjust her dress as Morgana gets her comfortable.

“Don’t ignore me, Morgana.” You warn her, with love of course.

“I’m not ignoring you.” She huffs. “I’m merely using my beautiful niece to avoid answering the question.”

You laugh. A confession you had not been expecting.

“What are you doing here?” You demand, still chuckling as the two of you resume your walk through the winding hedges of your now wild garden.

All these flowers once grouped with their own species and rigorously kept apart before were now in a truly wild blend of organized chaos.

“I finished early and the Master asked if I would like to proceed to the next lesson or spend the day on my own…” She begins.

“And naturally you decide that the day is better spent with Maggie and I?”

“Of course!” Morgana smiles, tickling Maggie’s little tummy. “Isn’t that right, Princess?”

“You should have gotten a head start on your lessons.” You reason.

“And miss out on this beautiful day? I don’t think so. Besides, my brother-in-law would like to see you. It looks like a meeting.” Morgana says, knowing that you will know what she means. “He sent me down to fetch you, and to take little Maggie back upstairs for her nap.”

“Has something happened?” You panic, stopping to look at her with wide eyes.

Maybe you were getting too comfortable too soon?

“I don’t know.” She laughs. “Father tells me nothing and mother insists that I stay out of all Avenging business.”

“They’re right, Morgana…I’m so glad that you weren’t anywhere near during the battle.” You worry. “Or Shuri. I’m glad she and her brother had to go back home before anything could happen.”

“They could have helped. The Black Panther is very skilled. And powerful.” Morgana reasons.

“He is.” You nod. “But I would have everyone be safe rather than risk the dangers of the castle that night.”

“You make it sound so terrifying.” She tells you, not realizing that you’d left out a chunk of compelling story when you’d recounted the events of the night.

“It was.” You assure her.

“Sister, even if it was scary, don’t you think that all of the Avengers fought for a reason? They all want to protect you. And my brother-in-law fights for more than just you and Maggie. He fights for the freedom of his kingdom.”

She thinks a moment, and smiles. “But mostly for you. You should see the way he watches you and Maggie. There’s a fear in his expression that I don’t understand. Almost a yearning. Even Nat says that she does not remember him ever looking at anyone so.”

“I don’t want anyone fighting for me, Morgana. I want everyone to be safe.”

There must be something in your eyes as you insist because she nods, understanding.

“Where were they?” You move on, eager to forget the night of Maggie’s birth.

“It’s only Steve, Sam, Bucky, and Natasha.” She informs you, making sure you know it isn’t the entire team. “They’re waiting for you in Steve’s den.”

“Can you manage Margaret?” You wonder, waiting to see what she’ll say.

Morgana rolls her eyes, “Of course, I can! Now go.”

With a bite to your bottom lip you quickly lean in and press a kiss to Maggie’s cheek.

She turns towards you as you pull away. Eyes wide and hands and feet flailing and kicking in excitement.

“I’ll see you shortly my pretty girl.” You coo at her then head towards the castle at a hastened pace.

As you pass the gate you move to Peter’s side with a pleading look.

“Will you stay and watch over her?” You fuss, worried about leaving Morgana alone with Maggie. Not that you don’t trust her, but you’re a little more wary now after so many close calls.

“I-” Peter begins, ready to defy you in favor of protecting you. He’s your personal guard!

“Please, Peter. I need to know that I can trust you to protect her if I cannot be around.” You plead.

Peter watches your expression then glances behind you towards Maggie and Morgana.

“Of course, your Majesty. I will protect them both with my life.” He promises, easing the worries in your heart.

You hurry on, but just as you reach the door you look back at your daughter once more and find Morgana helping her wave her tiny clenched fist as she mouths Bye-bye momma! Peter joining them with a small jog.

As he stops beside them, Morgana’s gaze is diverted, and her cheeks fill with a rosy tint.

You return their small wave and allow your feet to carry you faster through the castle towards Steve’s den.

On the second floor you pass Sharon nestled into a small library with her nose in a book.

You stop, warring with your two halves. The one side of you is eager to greet her and ask her to accompany you to this new meeting that you’ve suddenly been summoned for when you’re so often left in the dark about Avengers matters. You’re grateful to her for saving your life and the life of your little girl.

Then there’s the second half. The wife half. The woman within you that remembers the sight of her nestled in against Steve’s chest. The stern set of her jaw when you staked your claim for him and then the feeble attempt at an apology that so clearly had meant nothing at the time.

Your jealousy is moderate now. It doesn’t rear its head like a starving monster anymore, but it’s still there. You are Steve’s and he belongs to you. You’ve rarely felt the need to make it clear that you belong to each other. When you see Sharon being one of those occasions.

With a quick breath, cut short by a determined huff from your gnawed-on lips, you stifle the urge to claim and instead allow the friendlier side to move you into the room.

“Sharon?”

Sharon blinks, searching for you with wide eyes still dazed by her book.

“Oh,” She smiles, rising as she sets her books aside.

She curtsies as you stop before her, hands placed gently at your front as you try to stand the way Nat has taught you. Regal. Or as close to it as you can manage. You’re still unconvinced that you can pull this royalty business off.

You know you’re Queen and you make no arguments about it, but you’re fairly certain that Sharon—and other women like her, Nat included—will always look more the part of nobility than you do.

“Your Majesty, good morning.” Sharon greets, rising and matching your pose but clearly more relaxed.

“Good morning. I hope you’re well?” You begin, hoping the pleasantries aren’t unwelcomed.

“I’m very well, my lady. Thank you for asking.” She smiles again, a bit softer.

“I was wondering, why aren’t you with the others in Steve’s office?”

“I, my lady?” Sharon asks, genuinely confused as she presses her hand to her chest. The pale silk orange dress is elegant but fitting of the weather. The dark purple roses that flow upwards into a cluster in the pattern draw the eye to her bust, just as her hand does.

“I was sent for by Steve just now.” You explain.

“I-I’ve been in here all morning. All night even. It might be possible that they sent for me, but no one knows where I am. This has always been a good place to hide.” She confesses and her smile widens.

“Well, why don’t you accompany me? Whatever schemes they have you will no doubt be an asset. Indeed, I don’t know why they’ve sent for me. I’m…I couldn’t possibly be of much help.” You shake your head, relaxing a little more with every word you speak.

“I think it likely that his Majesty wants to keep you apprised of the events in the Kingdom.” Sharon ponders. “After what happened at King Anthony’s castle, he’d be a fool to keep you in the dark.”

You hadn’t though of that. Steve is summoning you to keep you informed? He never has before.

Once again, your mind is dragged back to the day of Thor’s visit and Sam’s urgent scroll.

You must have gone into a daze while your mind ran with thoughts because Sharon clears her throat, pulling you from your own ponderings.

“Your Majesty?” She checks, wary.

“Sorry.” You smile again. “I’m sorry. Will you come?”

Gesturing towards the door you take a tentative step as you await her choice.

“Of course!” She exclaims, rushing to open the door fully for you.

“You don’t have to-”

“Please.” She states simply, and you don’t refuse her.

The two of you walk together, Sharon a half step behind you—as she should be with you as Queen—in surprisingly comfortable silence.

When you reach the wing that you and Steve live in, you clear your throat, walking a little slower with his den visible at the end of the hall.

“I’m glad you decided to stay a little longer with us.” You tell her quietly.

“As am I, your Majesty.” She smiles. “Seeing you run the castle and the introductions with the court and the people…I hope Maggie won’t turn in her grave, but you do this job better than she ever did.”

“Oh?” You’re not exactly surprised by her statement. Steve has often told you this himself, but to hear it come from two people who loved Margaret the most and knew her the best really speaks volumes.

“Maggie was always focused on the world. It’s good to see someone care about just this Kingdom. It wasn’t in ruins or anything when she was in rule, but it has truly prospered under your care. And your attentions to its people force Steve to also consider those closer to home.

“There will always be an evil out there for us to fight. I think he used to forget those that depend on him waiting right here.” Sharon ponders, not really asking any questions just making observations.

“You’re too kind.” You smile. “It has truly been my honor to serve. To help.”

“Serve?” She asks, confused.

“Isn’t that what we do? Steve and I?” You think aloud. “We are here to provide a service. That service is indispensable. We provide stability and structure to the lives of everyone in Broklin. We were placed here to not only rule, but to help and to take care of those who need us. We are called to serve our people in the best ways we are able.

“There can be no service more important to perform in all the world.” You shrug, as if it should be the most obvious thing in the world.

Sharon huffs a small laugh, not in sarcasm, but surprise.

“What?” You stop, turning to look at her with your hands carefully placed at your front. “What have I said?”

“You truly put us all to shame, your Majesty.” She states, looking into your eyes with a sparkle of sincerity. “There are sovereigns that would say the exact opposite. That it is the duty of the people to serve their King and Queen.”

“And it is.” You agree. “We are a carriage wheel, the people and us. In order for us to carry forward, we all must do our parts. It’s why I chose to marry Steve despite never having known him.

“I love him now, but when I agreed to marry him, I had no idea who he was. My father needed me to be dutiful and I was.” You smile. “We serve the people and they serve us in turn. We cannot have one without the other. Kingdoms fall every day to famine, disease, discontent among the people…one cannot expect to take and take without giving something in return.”

“Yes.” Sharon nods, “I see that now. And I’m sure Steve has seen it too. You’re teaching him well.”

You laugh, finding it silly that you could teach Steve anything that he doesn’t already know.

“Come on, before they grow impatient.”

As the two of you approach the door, you spot Grandmother leaning against the wall just outside the door, her hand on her chest and her eyes shut tight as if she’s struggling with a pain of some kind.

“Your Majesty?” Sharon probes as you slow just outside the door.

“Go on in.” You tell her, “I’ll be right in.”

Sharon nods and joins the others while you approach grandmother, a sudden realization fills you with dread.

Grandmother is old. And as much as you’ve grown used to her care, she will not always be with you.

“Grandmother? Are you alright?” You check, easing closer before placing your hand on her back carefully.

She’s lost so much weight recently that her dresses have begun to fit her loose. You’ll have more made for her.

“Shall I send for a doctor?” You ask, ear growing.

“No.” She says, withered voice shaking with a trembling breath.

“What’s the matter?” You wonder, placing reassuring hands on the sides of her arms.

She looks up at you, her eyes boring into your own and you can see it all in the reflection.

She’s terrified. This old woman, fearless in the face of a full on battle, is scared.

“Will you not confide in me?” You fret.

“No.” She says, eyes narrowed as she considers you and her legs grow stronger. “Not until I see it all.”

You’re confused by her words but try not to dwell on them.

“Let me at least get you a glass of water.” You insist.

“I said no, girl. Get back to your duties and leave me be.” She grumbles and pushes around you, muttering something under her breath as she reaches into one of her hidden pockets and pulls from within it a small vial of glittering powder.

You watch her until she’s out of sight, your mind trying to make sense of what little she said, but you can’t. You never could with Grandmother. Why was she out here to begin with? Had she been part of the meeting up until now?

Inside Steve’s den, you find Natasha sitting on one of the plain seats by his desk, Bucky beside her, arms crossed as he stares at a map spread out across Steve’s desk.

Sam is leaning against the desk, one hand along the edge while he points at a cluster of black iron houses near the corner. Sharon, sits in the chair beside Nat giving the impression that Sam must have given the seat up for her when she entered.

Your husband sits in his large chair behind the desk, his elbow on the wooden arm. His right hand covers his mouth while he taps a finger on the other deep in thought.

All of them turn to look at you as you enter. Sam straightens up, Natasha and Sharon both rise to their feet, and Bucky drops his arms. Steve however is transfixed on the map, eyes blazing with storm clouds as his mind fixates on whatever problem has gathered them all into this room.

“No, please…” You tell the others and they relax, taking up their previous positions.

You edge your way over to Steve and almost on instinct he opens his left arm to greet you beside him, turning his chair before he pulls you into his lap without sparing you a glance.

Normally you might protest the open affection in front of your closest friends but as you sit and he wraps his arm around your waist, there’s a needy weight to his embrace that tells you in this moment he must feel you there with him.

You recognize it and it makes you nervous. Fearful of what is troubling him.

“Is it bad?” You ask, looking only at him.

He takes a deep breath and then releases it slowly but doesn’t utter a word.

“Bucky?” You turn to him and wait as he shakes his head then nods to Sam.

“They’re here.” Sam says, leaning over the map again to point at the same cluster of black iron houses. “In this village. Abandoned long ago. All of the structures are crumbling. Decayed. If they’re not overgrown with vegetation, they’re soggy with mold and moss. Thor says there are at least three dozen soldiers left.”

“Hydra?” You ask, surprised you could find the breath in your body to do so.

“We thought that Captain Danvers had killed Rumlow, but it appears that he escaped before she could finish the job. He’s taken what’s left of their numbers here to regroup and rebuild.” Sam explains.

“Then we go after them.” Sharon says passionately.

“Thor says that rushing in would be reckless.” Bucky says. “They have something there. A weapon unlike any he’s ever seen before. It turns men into mindless slaves with a single touch. It shoots out an energy that he has never seen.

“And there’s no way to guarantee that they would still be there, even if we went now.”

“Where is Thor?” You wonder, looking around as if he might appear form the shadows.

“Searching.” Nat says. “For information on the power they possess.”

“We have to do this carefully. I won’t risk open war. Not with these villages here surrounding them on all three sides and the border on their back. They could slip into the Kingdom to the south and start a war between our kingdoms.” Steve shakes his head. “We’ll take a day, come up with a few strategies. We must move but we must do so correctly.”

“I thought they were gone.” You lament, starting at the cluster of houses.

Your tone finally brings Steve’s gaze to you and he wraps his arm around you more tightly.

“And they are.” He assures you. “This is what’s left of them. They’re weakened and if we do this properly, we might finally be able to eradicate the world of Hydra.”

“Cut off one head, two more shall take its place.” Bucky says solemnly drawing everyone’s eye.

Steve is frowning, his hands gripping the fabrics of your dress above your thigh as he considers his childhood friend.

“Then we’ll rip out their hearts.” He declares before immediately stifling the rage that filled his chest. “We need to take that weapon away from them and then we can kill them once and for all. We can’t wait for Thor.”

Nat gets to her feet and Bucky drops his arms. “We should at least give him a week to return before we attack. We need to know what we’re facing.”

Steve considers this, “I’ll give him three days. It’s all we can afford. Any more time and we may as well send them the numbers to withstand us.

“You and Nat take the rest of the day for yourselves, enjoy each other and tomorrow begin recruiting amongst the guard. Anyone skilled in deceit. They should also be able to hold their own against either of you.”

Nat nods and heads for the door. Bucky hesitates but quickly follows his wife out, leaving the door open.

“Sam, ride for Malibia and see if Tony can come back and whether Lord and Lady Lang are still present at his castle.” Sam nods, then leaves too.

“Shall I reach out to Fury?” Sharon wonders, pushing herself to the edge of her seat.

“No.” Steve shakes his head. “They’re racing after a separate faction of Hydra supporters. We’ll let them do their work. I want you to go to the East tower.”

“Wanda?” She asks, curious but unsurprised. “You want me to train her?”

“I want you to question her.” Steve clarifies. “She and her brother were part of Hydra. They were created by Hydra. If anyone might know what this mystery weapon is, it will be them.”

Sharon rises and rushes out with a curtsy leaving you and Steve alone in his office.

Your eyes dance around the now empty room, stopping on the curtained off corner that had been Margaret’s reading nook.

The jealousy you feel is almost imperceptible. He’s had it sectioned off for so long that you’re certain he did it to either keep you out or shield it from view so that he might move on without being reminded of his first love.

“Are you worried?” He asks, drawing your gaze back down to meet his own.

“Only because I wish this were over.” You shake your head, reaching up to trace the shape of his cheek and then slide your hands into his soft and slightly unwashed golden head of hair. “But it will never be over, will it?”

Steve’s face is serious, pained in a way, but only because he can see your distress. “No.”

His agreement weighs your heart down and you settle into his arms a little sadly.

He wraps you up in them, pulling you so close that you might as well be fused with how he’s got you tucked in against his chest. You shut your eyes and rest your head on his shoulder, tucking it underneath his chin when he adjusts it to rest it against your head.

“Oh, my sweet flower.” He whispers. “I’m sorry that I cannot be normal for you.”

His lament gives you pause, making your heart ache for an entirely different reason.

“Steve…” You push yourself back up, searching for his storm blue eyes which you find full of sorrow. “…I would not want you to be anyone but who you are.”

He considers your words for a few moments while you renew the caress to his head.

“Wouldn’t you prefer it if I were a normal king? No Avengers? No strange enemies with strange abilities?” He wonders. “I know that even my own abilities might be a little troublesome. I know that I can be a little heavy handed.”

“Steve,” You stop him, taking his face in both your hands and turn him to face you. “I would not change one single thing about you. Not your strange addiction to salted pork with that cherry glaze Cook makes. Not the wrinkles around your eyes when you laugh. Not the strength in your body or the smiles that greet me in the morning. Not the love you will always hold for Margaret, despite your declarations to the opposite.”

You drop your voice so that it is low and only for his ears, even though you’re very much alone.

“And most definitely not those heavy hands that pin me to our bed.”

His cheeks flush pink and it makes you so proud to make him blush that you chuckle once.

“I love every inch of you. Yes, I worry but only because I’ve seen you beaten and bloody. I’ve tended your wounds and watched you flinch. I’ve waited at your bedside in fear that you would never wake. I’m afraid that someone will take you from me and I’m not sorry for that. I can’t pretend that this life is not without risk and that very risk might one day take you from me and Maggie. I would wipe the world of evil if I could, but I know that I cannot so, I will worry every day for the rest of my life because I love you.

“That’s not a bad thing.”

Steve sighs heavily, hating your words. He leans forward, pressing his forehead against your chest as his hands trace the shape of your back, rubbing it to give you comfort.

“I wish I could give you a life without strife.” He cries, voice muffled against your breast.

“Oh, my darling, there is no woman, no wife or mother in this world that lives without strife. Perhaps mine is a little more elevated with so much hanging in the balance, as Queen and also the wife of the Captain, but I do not regret my choices. I would gladly marry you and endure all of my hardships over and over again if it meant that I could have this moment. Our daughter safe with her Aunt and you with your arms around me.”

Steve smiles at you, sappy and pure.

“I’ll be careful.” He promises.

You throw your head back and laugh, your hands gripping his shoulders to keep from falling off his lap.

“What?” He asks in humored shock. “What’s humorous in my promise?”

“Just swear to me that you will return to me in a somewhat decent state. One which I can nurse you through and I will gladly wait forever for you.” You can’t expect him to make promises he can’t keep and for him to be careful…well, you know better.

“I love you.” He tells you, voice deep and low.

His sudden declaration sends massive butterflies into the pit of your belly and your heart does a dance. It robs you of breath and you lick your lips and swallow the lump forming.

“Even after seeing me as I gave birth to Maggie? You love me after that?” You wonder, knowing the sight it must have been.

“No woman on this world is stronger or more capable than you, my petal. I could not have done what you did to bring her into being and I will worship at your feet for sacrificing so much to bring her to us.” He gushes, genuine and intense in his expression despite the lovesick flow of his words.

How long will this last? How long will he really love you in this way?

You know it all fades eventually. You’re not a fool. You’ll be glad if you and Steve love each other half as well as Tony and Pepper when you two have been married as long.

He pulls you down to kiss him and you give him what he needs and what you so desperately want. You think back to every time he pulled away from you, despising you for touching him just after you were married. You remember the way he forced himself to consummate, the way he’d drowned out your cries for relief because he wanted to get it over with.

He wanted to be done with you and never could you have imagined that he would hold you so dearly. His lips wrapping themselves along yours, tongue softly probing for entry which you swiftly allow.

“Do you have to get back to work?” You whisper between a kiss, lips wet, eyes hazy with desire.

Steve pulls back to see your eyes and he shakes his head, leaning back in. He runs his tongue along your open mouth as he pushes you up onto your feet only to reach down and hike up the front of your skirt.

He pulls you towards him, hands hooking behind your thighs as he guides you back onto his lap but leaves you standing over him.

His hands disappear underneath the folds of your dress, but you can hear the swish of his pants as he braces himself on the arms of his chair and pushes his trousers down a bit.

His hands caress the length of your leg, from behind your knee to thigh before finding your hip. With one hand he leads you and with the other he lines himself up, the heat of his cock pressing against the soft wet folds of your cunt.

You shiver.

“Tell me you love me.” He begs, needy.

“I love you.” You answer, a breathy whisper as he impales you slowly.

“My sweet…” He groans, yanking you down to kiss him in a fevered passion that you hope he will never forget.

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“I need to go check on Grandmother.” Your eyes are fixated on the shielded corner of Steve’s den.

You’re not really looking at it, but it’s in your line of sight.

Steve groans, tracing the skin of your bum where you sit, still resting on his lap. Your head is on his chest, your body still wrapped around his. Still full of him though he’s spent after three rounds. You will both be sleeping soundly tonight, so long as Maggie will allow you to do so.

It’s not the custom for you to watch her at night but you insisted and as Queen no one will argue. Especially when Steve is so eager to support you in building a new way of life in the castle.

“She’s ill.” You reason with him, “I found her outside your door nearly fainted. With her age, I’d hate for us to be careless with her heath.”

“Shall I send for a doctor?” Steve asks, hands stopped on your bottom.

“Not yet. I’ll check with her first and then send for someone if needed.” You sit up and make to rise.

Steve’s hands suddenly grasp your bottom tight, fingers digging into your flesh. There’s a worry in it and it makes you look at him in search of what it might be.

“Do you want to see?” He asks you.

You’re at a loss as to what he means, and it must show on your face.

“Behind the curtains.” He explains, then gestures at the spot with a nod. “You were curious once before.”

You look at the spot and try not to feel too hurt or sound wounded by the memory of that day.

“And you were angry with me for it.” You remember.

“No.” Steve says, voice stern and certain. “No, my love, I-I was angry but not because you tried to look at her spot. I was angry because I thought you’d read my book.”

He sits up a bit more, arm wrapped around your waist to keep you in place as he reaches with the other one to grab the red book with the large A embossed on the cover.

“This book holds every account of every mission that we have ever run as a team. It holds details of enemies and their abilities or their motives. It has everything.

“When I walked in that day, I saw you with your hand on it. I saw you reading it.” Steve hurries to explain. “My heart dropped when I realized what it was you were looking at and I lashed out. It wasn’t right of me to do so, but the last thing that I wanted was to have you involved in that world.”

“Oh.” You realize, staring at the book in his hand. “I thought-”

“I will not lie and say that it didn’t have a little to do with Margaret and her space in my den, but mostly I-I was already in love with you and the thought of you and all your purity and goodness, all of your vulnerability exposed to the violence of the world I lived in filled me with a fear that I have never known.

“Even now, only the thought of our little Maggie in danger compares to the terror that fills me when I think of you at the mercy of Pierce’s sword.” He brings his hands up, one on your cheek and the other on the back of your neck. “I would have gone mad if he’d taken you both from me.”

You can’t blame him for the fear. You’d felt it too. Still feel it when you imagine your little one, protected only with your body and you with no way to fight Pierce off.

“We owe Sharon so much.” You tell Steve and he nods.

“I can never repay her for being there when I could not be.” Steve agrees.

Several moments pass in silence as the two of you reflect on what could have been and relish in each other’s presence, bodies pressed so close still, in gratitude for the reality of the outcome.

“So?” Steve continues. “Would you like to see?”

He tosses the red book back onto his desk and carefully helps you up. He pulls your skirts down, helping you fluff them out as they should be before tying the string of his trousers and adjusting his shirt.

With the soft hiss of skin on skin, he takes your hand and pulls you around his desk towards the corner.

He releases your hand and reaches up to unhook the heavy curtains.

As they fall away, it reveals not a reading corner but a remade space with a new seat by the window. A bench with a plush pink cushion, darker pink peonies in the fabric. The dark woods compliment the lighter colors. Around that seat is indeed a bookcase but it’s much smaller than the ones that surrounded it before.

There is also a spinning wheel, a basket of what you can only assume is everything you will need to make your own yarn. There are several small round containers that you recognize as sewing kits. In one sitting open you can see a pair of iron scissors, thick and heavy. A leather pouch, spools of already woven yarn, and a collection of cutting knives for leather should you decide to work with it. There’s a small table against the other wall where a large bookcase had sat before, piled with patches of fabrics for embroidery and a few samples of tapestry fabrics that excite you as you’ve never worked on a tapestry before.

Near that table along the floor is a plump yellow cushion. The design is also feminine but only just with silver and baby blue butterflies. A small pillow, a doll made of rags and another out of wood tells you that this spot is for your little one.

Steve offers his hand once more and you take it, in awe of his reveal.

“I know you like to read so I had some books brought for you, but I wanted this space to be yours and yours alone. Well, until three months ago when Maggie was born, and I had that small space added for her. Do you…like it?” He wonders, watching you as you let his hand go and move to trace the smooth lines of your spinning wheel.

“Like it?” You gasp. “Oh, Steve…”

You burst into tear and cover your face. Why must you be so emotional right now? You want to show him how happy you are!

“Oh, no. Please do not cry.” He pleads, moving to wipe your tears away.

“I c-can’t help it. I’m sorry.” You weep. “I’m just so-so happy.”

Steve laughs, an easy chuckle as he pulls you against his chest.

“Thank goodness.” He kisses your head and holds you until you stop crying.

The walk to grandmother’s is a happy one. You’re excited to spend time in Steve’s den. Not only because he’s given you so many new tools to really make some high-quality products but because this means that you’re officially part of his life. He wants you near him when he works. He’s opened his space up for you and is welcoming you so openly.

After so long spent wondering whether you belonged here at all, you finally have your place. Truly this is where you belong.

A keening cry pierces the cool spring air. The shade of the trees that surround Grandmother’s cottage suddenly seem looming with the clear sound of an animal crying out in protest is cut abruptly cut off.

You stop walking and wait a moment to see if you might hear anything else but when you don’t, you race towards the cottage, in fear for Grandmother’s life.

As you shove the door open, you expect to find the old woman clutching her heart again, on her knees in a heap on the floor.

What you do not expect to find is the old woman in the middle of a large circle drawn onto her floor.

Even now, a strange purple light fades from the circle leaving behind the sight of Grandmother on her knees, a slaughtered mess of black fur in front of her and her hands bathed in blood as she struggles to catch her breath.

“Grandmother?!” You race towards her, stepping into the circle as the light fades completely.

She turns towards you, watching you with pure white eyes. Although she looks at you, her eyes see beyond you. They watch something you cannot see, and you begin to realize that everything that everyone said about Grandmother being a witch had been completely correct and not at all because of her old age and her hermit behavior.

“Grandmother are you alright?” You ask in a panic, realizing her true self while trying to make sense of it with the old woman who just delivered your daughter.

When she speaks, she breathes inward. Her voice escapes as a gasp.

Breathing in. “The worst is yet to come.”

Breathing out. “There will be a power much darker than this world has ever seen.”

Breathing in. “Six are sought by the one who shall wield them. Half will die.”

Breathing out. “Already he makes his move.”

“Grandmother?”

With her eyes still bone white, she seems to finally see you and grasps the top of your arms with such strength that you’re sure her fingers will leave a bruise.

“He will fight harder than he has ever fought before. He will protect them all with his life.”

He? Steve?

“And he will fall.”

#steve x reader #king!steve x reader #pseudo princess #medieval fantasy au #royalty au #marvel fanfiction #marvel au #avengers x reader #captain america x reader #steve rogers x reader #king!steve rogers x reader #steve x reader fanfiction #steve rogers x reader fanfiction #captain america x reader fanfiction #pseudo princess pt34

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froggywhumpy · 3 years

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Don’t Do Drugs, Kids

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Hey! This is the first chapter of a new story that I’ve been thinking about for a while! I hope you like it!! :D

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Tagging: @happy-whumper <33

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CW: Drugs, obviously, more specifically underage drinking. Drunken kissing, minor characters. Think of a typical high school party, with alcohol and blaring lights and all that. If that makes you uncomfortable, this is not the story for you!

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Eva never really enjoyed parties. She was much more of a social outcast in school, despite being nothing but polite and kind to everyone. She wasn’t popular, but she wasn’t unpopular either; and she liked it like that.

It’s not that she didn’t dislike parties either. She had just never been invited before. However, when Cameron Evans, the football star and prom king of their high school asked her to come to the party with him, she couldn’t help but agree.

Eva had been tutoring Cam for a few weeks, now, and she couldn’t ignore the butterflies she got in her stomach whenever she saw him. She couldn’t help but feel like she was finally falling in love with someone.

Cameron had been struggling since summer. He had broken up with his girlfriend of a year, Sasha Ihono. Sasha was one of the coolest and prettiest girls in their high school, though she was also one of the more intimidating people to Eva. Before they had broken up, Eva thought they were made for each other.

In addition to that, Cameron’s grades had also been slipping. Eva knew he was going through a hard time, so when he asked her to come, how could she say no?

Now, Eva found herself in a room filled with people she barely knew. The music was so loud Eva could barely think. The lights were bright and occasionally flashed different colors. The whole atmosphere was beginning to give her a headache.

She pushed through the crowd, looking for Cam. She was beginning to worry she had been stood up when she heard a familiar voice calling her name from behind her.

“Eva!!”

Eva spun on her heel, grinning as she saw Cam sauntering over to her, red solo cup in hand.

“You came!!” Cameron beamed at her.

“Yeah!” She giggled. “I did!”

“‘S great!!” The smile on his face never faded. “I mean, are you having fun?”

“Yeah, it is great!” Eva lied, still matching Cam’s smile.

“‘S loud!!”

“It is!” She agreed, laughing loudly.

“Wanna come outside?”

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The air outside was brisk and cool. Eva shivered; she had only worn a tee-shirt and a pleated skirt. Cameron didn’t seem to mind the temperature. He was still wearing his red varsity football jacket and the jeans that he wore to school that day.

“If you’re cold, we could go in my car!” He still continued to smile brightly.

“That’d be nice, actually.” She sighed happily.

Cam’s car was nice. It was a sleek, black, expensive looking. Eva wondered if it was his or if it belonged to his family.

Cameron opened the passenger seat door for Eva and Eva sat down on the smooth leather seat. Smiling at her still, Cam closed the door and before long, he was seated in the driver’s seat beside her.

“Your car is nice.” Eva glanced around in a poor attempt at small talk.

“Thanks- so are you!”

Eva laughed. “Are you drunk?” She teased.

“Nah.” He giggled, the scent of alcohol hanging off his breath. Eva suddenly realized how close they were. “I mean. Prolly not.”

“Mhm.” Eva chuckled, followed by a beat of silence from both parties.

Cam leaned forward, and before Eva knew it, his lips were pressed against hers. Eva’s eyes widened, shocked, but after a moment of processing this new information, she closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss.

The kiss between them only lasted a moment before Cameron pulled away. Eva was beaming, a nervous laugh escaping her. Cam laughed too, and again, silence filled the empty space between them.

“I’m gonna get another drink.” Cam whispered, giggling a little.

“Alright.” Eva’s smile didn’t falter for a second. “I’ll come with.”

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As soon as Cam and Eva reentered the party, Eva had immediately lost him in the sea of people. She had looked around for a while, but after searching for what had been at least a half an hour, she was pretty sure he wasn’t in the house.

She had asked around, too, but it felt like she was the only sober person at the party. Most people said that they saw him in the kitchen last, but Eva checked and he wasn’t there, either.

She was starting to get kinda worried when she bumped into someone she recognized from her school- a girl who had always been nice to her named Amy Rogers.

“Eva, hey!!” She smiled. She seemed mostly sober.

“Hi, Amy! Have you seen Cameron anywhere?”

“Cameron? Like Cameron Evans? You’re with Cameron Evans?” She laughed.

“I mean-“ Eva giggled “I dunno!! Have you seen him?”

“Yeah, actually- I saw him go outside with Sasha Ihono, like, ten, fifteen minutes ago?”

“Thanks.” Eva frowned, before heading outside. This could either be nothing, or it could be really bad.

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Eva stepped outside again. At first, she didn’t see Cam. She had to look around for a minute before she spotted two figures at the end of the street.

As she got closer, she began to make out the details more: Cameron had his back against a tree. Sasha had her hand on his shoulders, and the gap between their faces couldn’t have been more than a few inches.

Hesitantly, Eva continued to approach them, but once she had gotten around twenty feet away from them, Cameron closed the distance between him and Sasha.

Eva watched in shock as Cameron continued to make out with his ex. She didn’t know why she was surprised; it was bound to happen eventually. You could never really trust Sasha Ihono- and by association, any of her exes.

At some point while Eva was standing there, dumbstruck, Sasha broke the kiss off. Eva must’ve gotten her attention accidentally, because Sasha’s head turned in her direction. “Hey- Eva, right?”

Eva just shook her head.

Cameron now looked over. The color drained from his face. “Oh- Hey, Eva!”

In that moment, there were so many things Eva wanted to say to him. Instead, the only thing that came out was a shaky “Hey.”

“Ohhh- you two know each other?” Sasha frowned.

“Mhm!” Cameron looked at the ground.

“That kiss- it wasn’t anything serious, darling, I’m sure you understand.” Sasha smiled at Eva. “Right?”

“Yeah, I get it.” Eva sighed, turning to go, when she saw a U-Haul truck slowly approaching them. She was momentarily confused; there were no houses at the end of the street, where they were.

The truck pulled up next to Sasha and Cam. Stepping out of the truck is a woman, maybe 19 or 20 years old.

“Sasha, right?” The woman called.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Sasha pushed Cameron’s hands off of her, walking over to the woman.

“I got your stuff in the back.”

“Ohhh. Alright, then.” Sasha made her way to the back of the truck, the woman following her and opening the truck door, where Eva couldn’t see.

There was a silence before the woman called out. “Cameron, there’s something for you here too.”

Cameron drunkenly stumbled over to behind the truck. There was another silence, before the sound of a body falling against the truck bed.

Now nervous, Eva backed up towards the tree, still staring towards the end of the truck, where the woman disappeared.

The woman was only out of sight for a moment, as she stepped out from behind the truck, holding a strange looking gun.

Eva shrieks as she fired, the dart embedding itself in Eva’s shoulder.

“Sleep tight.” The woman smiled, and that was the last thing Eva heard before the world faded to black.

#minor whumpees tw #kidnapping tw #drinking tw #high school whump #my ocs

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kadeu · 4 years

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Accepted — Kō Gowyu

♥ Kō Gowyu aka. The Lucky Bastard looks like Ryo Narita (actor) ♥ He was born October 31, 1570 ; making him 450 but he appears to be late 20s ♥ This Fae is Pansexual and a King of Hearts ♥ He is a gambler and loan shark

Biography

Ko Gowyu was born a fae, he pierced through life with the touch of magic and luck. He should have been blessed, felt blessed, because he’d risen with chance on his side. From his very first cry, he’d been granted the type of good fortune that many sought and perished for. At least, many in Kadeu did. But he’d never felt like he’d truly been given anything else but the position of the shadow of the first born of the Ko. The wonderful Ko, a name he wore with all the pride in the world. Without it, without this Fae blood, he wouldn’t be much you see.

Among many other things, he would not be able to read the fortune of the lucky and the unlucky, he would not be able to play with the fortune of one’s man, as easily as he could slide his coin from one knuckle to another. Fortune did not simply entail the weight of their pockets either, because it came in many shades and shapes in life. Because, as all the other Kos, he was given the gift to perceive one’s fortune, to influence it and to make the balance tilt in which way he desired to.

Gowyu cared none that he could not affect his own fortune for some odd reason, maybe because it was more satisfying for him to use those of others’, to make them believe that it was his luck and not theirs that was giving him the fortunate glow that many lacked in Kadeu. Where he lacked in reach and strength with his abilities, because they would always stand unmatched next to his older siblings, especially his older sister, he made up for it with tricks of the mind.

The problem was, Gowyu for being third born between his mother and father, and not having his abilities as enhanced as the first of the Ko, Sayge, he was not a suitable candidate for the inheritance. For being first born, Sayge would always wear the favor of his parents to ascend to take over as head of family, to inherit everything that the first born had to. Trust and believe that Gowyu understood the traditions, the way things worked and how the first born was to carry the lineage of the clan, it was how things had always ‘been’.

But things tended to grow old, traditions had to change, rules were meant to be broken.

How was it that he was refused the ascension to something he’d always felt he’d been born for, simply because he’d come, not second, but third in place? He would always be standing there, under the high stature of his siblings, although the second son had never felt like he’d carried the same rancune that ran deep in Gowyu’s heart. It poisoned him from very young, at first, too young to truly grasp the idea that he would never be able to proudly wear the title of Koi like he’d seen his father do for so long before Sayge took over.

Good, all knowing and important Sayge with her - higher than thou - gift for luck that did not rival his. Not because his aptitude was grander, but because even in the giving of his magic, he paled next to her. He paled in all aspects. His entourage had had rather cruel ways of reminding him of his big sister and how she always looked perfect, did everything the way it should be–she stood proud and how she would bring the best era to be seen yet on the name of the Ko. He’d grown being fed the venom, each time he would keep quiet, bite his tongue rather than cause a scene and risk showing the disdain he’d started to grow by the age of 50 and seeing Sayge take on her role easily.

All she’d need to do was give an heir to the clan and her fate would be sealed, his fate would be cemented. It irritated him beyond measure, that to be born before him put her on a pedestal where she never could be knocked off from. At least, it had seemed that way for so many years after she’d gone to Kadeu to look after the casinos. It had stayed that way for many other years–but soon enough, the chips had begun to crack through the perfect picture that his mother and father had wished for their little princess. She’d shown no sign so far of wanting to give the clan an heir, and as far as Gowyu knew, that was a non negotiable clause.

You see, where the giving of an heir would be an easily done job for many first borns of many clans among the faes–it seemed his all so flawless and almighty big sister had an issue with that certain rule and it had pleased him from the first time he’d heard his parents quietly argue over the matter. Where Sayge was away at Kadeu, doing all she could to forget that her time was ticking, Gowyu had gathered every ounce of wits he had left in the realms of Fae, all the information he could from his parents–the appearance he had kept of the son who supported his older sibling in being the apt choice to reign over the clan paying its dues in how easily it got him to hear everything he needed to know.

No one could suspect charming, gleaming innocent looking Gowyu of having the darkest of desires or motivation in finally passing through a blue moon and settling in Kadeu. No one except for Sayge, of course. Who was she to speak though? She was failing at the most mundane of tasks, lay down, take the seed of a willing Fae and give their parents and the clan what they desired more than her intelligence. In the end, they cared none of what she was capable of, like they cared none of what he could bring because he was born third of the Ko. Still, she was the first one in line, still and the only way to truly turn the wheels laid somewhere in the back of his brewing mind. A child, an heir.

How tempting was it to constantly taunt her with the idea that it would be that easy, to take the reins out of her hands. How satisfying was it, to be so close, close enough to be the constant reminder that the clock was going tik,-tok, ; tik-tok.

All it needed was a little push in the right path, in his path. Gowyu did not care to quite understand the motives behind her refusal to finally do what it took to get herself seated comfortably without a looming threat of ever losing what she seemed so intent on keeping jealously. He cared none to understand anything that came from his sister, he cared none of the motives of the clan, what he cared for was what he’d always convoited and always been denied. What he cared about was making everyone who had laughed at the idea, when he’d said that he could be the next in line, bite their tongues as they realized he was more capable than Sayge.

Although, he’d been young and foolish when he’d sprouted those words to an intimate entourage. He’d long learned to keep his secrets sealed tight and away from anyone else but his big sister and their brother. It was better when one moved in the shadows, after all, he’d been born in the same darkness, so who could blame him for wearing its cloak and letting the balm of it surround his heart, turn it inside out so it could bleed out green?

When then, would he be able to close the deal and get in the palm of his hand what he wanted to tear out of her simply for the pleasure of seeing her seethe with the knowledge that he had been the one to do so? Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow–Gowyu had to admit to himself, he was quite fine with the leisure and pleasures he could indulge in at Kadeu, while also constantly keeping her on edge whenever he could. Antagonizing her at every turn seemed to fill his days with better times than he’d ever had back on the realm of the Fae.

The walls were closing in on Sayge and he liked to think that he would be here to witness her squashed in between the four of them as he sat and let the blood of her fate pool at his feet. In fact, there was something so easily corruptible in the taste of Kadeu that seemed to make him the most fortunately cruel of all men. Where back on the realm of Fae, he was constantly tormented with what would never be his, here on Kadeu he could constantly torment the one person whose presence overshadowed him back in their realms. Kadeu filled his nights with countless pleasures, to play with these fortunes, to watch them first exhilarated by the idea he would implement in their mind, that he could make them richer, luckier, make them have everything they wanted and he did.

Gowyu was also a surprisingly generous man, he understood that life was not all that prettily laid out for many, he had his own troubles to prove that, didn’t he? So he let them have the best ride of their lives, all free of charge, with their name and their seal on a contract that he would provide and they would pay him back the money he would loan them to play and win more. Not just in the casino, but anywhere money could be invested to give more. Bets, lands, education, so many dreams had to be fulfilled. But as generous a man as he was, he was not a god, and he did not give without consequences and when it became a bore to have a contract fulfilled to the very last T, Gowyu would let the entertainment roll in.

All it usually took was for him to stop giving them the gentle push he’d been given them to win and then, all he had to do was sit and watch it all crumble. The funny thing was, first they believed that it was just for a day. An unlucky man, who had never won a thing in their life until Gowyu entered it, losing once after an unshaken record of winnings, thinking that a day of misfortune was just an accident. Was that not–funny? It was, it greatly amused him. To watch them fall, one chip at a time, then beg for more time, then beg for more money, then be stuck in the corner, going mad at what went wrong, where did it go wrong–waiting for Gowyu to give them grace. When he’d given them so much of it already.

How greedy.

Needless to say, the despair was something he showed no care for, on their knees and screaming in agony, he would only alleviate their pain with one thing, to have them bound to him with another contract.

A contract that any demon would have been proud to hold, their soul in exchange of what they owned, properties, coins, life. They would work for him, under him, do every of his biddings, they would be everything he wanted them to be and if any of those conditions were ever not met, then they would only have themselves to blame when the clock of their lives would come to an abrupt end. This was what Kadeu was for Gowyu, a battlefield where he was slowly crafting and building a kingdom of broken lives. It not only filled his pockets with coins, but it gave him the great joy of doing so while waiting for the right time to act on the threat he knew he was to Sayge.

Soon enough, life would take on a new leaf for Ko Gowyu.

Then there was Samhain ‘20

Where had he been again, when all of that had unfolded? Ah right, somewhere in between leaving the Blue Moon Festival because he’d grown fed up with seeing the sight of so many faes, especially the one of his own clan and family. Fed up with keeping up with the pretence of this image that he was growing closer and closer of undoing with each years he spent in Kadeu, the one that had his mother still thinking he was nothing more than the good and obedient son she’d always told him to be.

Obedience had always been the most important one.

Gowyu had been in his carriage, two men facing him in the personal space they were to keep safe from anything intruding, when it’d come to an abrupt halt, a movement that did throw him forward. One of his men had had the knee jerk reaction to touch him to stabilize him and Gowyu had just about been ready to cut a finger or two off his hand for that simple gesture. Simply to proof that the threat he threw around at not being touched least one wished to lose the very hand that had been used to do so, was not to be taken lightly. But his skin burning with what felt like the same sensation he’d felt the first time he’d been given a rank and status in the city had interrupted him in that thought.

Lucky for his man’s fingers. He’d rolled the sleeves of his shirt with a sigh, a bit of annoyance and nothing else, nothing more before rolling it back down. What was the use of these brandings?

This land and its curse was getting more ridiculous by the day, this would never affect him, no matter how hard it tried, because he controlled the pieces that were affected by its idiotic process. A system that left so many vulnerable to the bite of many sharks was definitely not one he’d ever thought he could find so profitable, but he would not begin to complain. Because the men facing him, in charge of his protection and safety, their drawings had revealed certain things to him, in their haste to check if their fears had been in the right place after seeing Gowyu’s.

Theirs had given him even more revealing secrets over the ones he’d already been using to keep them as the loyal pets they were. Gowyu had had a grin then, hadn’t he? One that might have frozen the blood in their veins, turned them white with apprehension. It wasn’t just going to be them though, all the other ones who had had bits of their lives to hide that he’d been so generously helping, they would soon find themselves with that same expression.

Needless to say, that Samhan ‘20 had given Gowyu the best gift a man who was born to take advantage of other’s weaknesses could ever receive ; leverage. Oh, it had also been his birthday, so all in all, a memorable present.

Personality

Gowyu is known for his aloof personality, he is known to be fun, jovious. To play everything he owns on the table with a nonchalance. He is known to offer a smile, with a coin constantly rolling against his knuckles. He says it is his lucky charm, who knows really, if the words that leave his mouth are ever really true.

It is also safe to say, Gowyu doesn’t care about anything else but his clan and the role he wants to play in it, as well as the role he doesn’t want his big old sister to be playing in it. So when it comes to the factions of Kadeu, he only sees them as a means to an end, they offer entertainment in a way that nothing else does back on Fae realm. Whether it be Hearts, Clubs, Diamonds or Spades, why should he care for any of them at all? He doesn’t. If you want something from him, he’ll give it to you. A contract you believe will bring you the luck that seems to follow him all around? He’ll make you sign it. Anything you think he can give you, he will feed you all these sweet nothings about fortune, getting out of the slums, winning big–he has the money to loan, he has the ways to gain more, to give more, to lock all of these meaningless lives in a jar and use them later on like pieces in a game of chess where he is the only player.

Gowyu tends to mingle among lowrankers because they’re easier to swindle, he will however stray far from mentioning any of that to any high rankers in his circle. He understands the system in Kadeu, especially in Hearts. If these lowrankers expect him to get them out of their garbage canned lives and address them in the streets just because he’s seen them and thrown a coin or two at them in exchange for some favors, then they’re dumb enough to be kicked and sneered at in the presence of those high rankers. He feels no remorse for the things he does, he thinks he is entitled to all of them, even the ones he failed to obtain. Like the title and status that Sayge holds. His reputation in Kadeu is both mysterious and disdainful, the highrankers might mock him because he is not his sister and they favor her more than they do him, the lowrankers might see him as a treacherous god, simply granting their wishes for a rightful price. At the end of it all, none of this matters, none of it ever will until he gets what he truly wants.

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miyaniacs · 4 years

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collaboration between @shhhlikeme and @thosenerdy3amthings

about: Casually scrolling though YouTube Hanamaki suddenly stops. His eyes scan over the title again and again “Most Handsome & Beautiful Haikyu!! Faces”. As soon as his brain comprehended what he just read, he clicked on it. There was someone out there, ranking him, his friends and the people around them? He HAS to tell Matsukawa. There is no way he can not. Not after what he just saw. Let the vicious cycle begin …

Link to the video and credits are in the masterlist

Introduction /Oikawa and Iwaizumi

Kageyama and Hinata

written by @shhhlikeme

“Hey Kageyama!” Hinata greeted the man standing on his lawn, hopping out of his house like an orange bunny.

“Why were you calling me when I told you I’d be here in 2 minutes, boke.” Answered the setter, skipping hellos and turning his back to walk to the library. Hinata caught up with him.

This afternoon, the two college boys / ex teammates planned on heading the local library. Even though they attend different post-secondary schools, they had gotten so used to cramming together everyday in high school for three years that they find comfort in working alongside eachother to pull out the grades they need, even though neither of them were willing to admit it.

“Oh! Because I thought of something I had to tell you and I didn’t want to forget it when I got out here!”

Kags was annoyed, as per usual. “Alright.... So are you gonna tell me what it is..........?”

Hinata‘s mouth formed an “O” as he lifted up his index finger excitedly to say what he’s been itching to tell his friend for weeks......only to not have any sound come out: because he forgot.

Kageyama glared at him. “You forgot.”

Shōyo waved his arms around maniacally as they walked.

“Well crap! Maybe if you got here on time I would have remembered!”

“Boke. Think. What was it about?”

Hinata raked his memory with all his might. “Uhhhh......Twitter. Something about Twitter. Oh, right!!! I sent you something funny of Twitter!”

“I’m never on Twitter. And I won’t find it funny.” Tobio mumbled, sliding his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it with his thumb, he pressed the Twitter app that might as well have cobwebs on it. Tobio had like 50+ mentions and 20+ direct messages.

Looking around his arm to see, Hinata pointed to the screen. “Hey.... why is The Great King messaging you??”

Tobio was suddenly very interested. “What? He did? What did he say?!”

Retrieving the iphone, Hinata opened the direct message, taking the liberty of shoving his face closer to the screen and reading the message out loud:

“Oikawa said..... ‘ha guess who’s better again’ ...............then he said..........’once second best, always second best ..... nail polish emoji.....middle finger emoji..............sticking tongue out emoji’............and then there’s a video link. A rank.”

“A rank!?” His blood boiling because his ex-mentor could easily get under his skin, Kageyama ripped his phone out of Shōyo’s hand and brought it close to his face for analysis.

“Someone put out a ranking?” He inquired.

“Ouuu lemme see! I think that’s our old coach Takeda on the thumbnail!” Hinata grabbed the phone back, getting excited.

“No, Boke! Let me hold MY PHONE!”

The two began a scrappy cell phone tug of war, resulting in a toss of the phone several feet in the air into the neighbours yard. The video had begun playing as they threw it.

The two competitors paused - looked at eachother, then hurdled over the fence, jumping over the lawn gnomes and raced over to the phone that was playing the Rank video. During the race, they slid onto their stomachs on the grass, immediately trying to pry it out of the other’s hands before settling on placing it in the middle as they both held the device.

“Whoaaaaaaaa.” Hinata widened his eyes as he saw the pictures roll to left. “How did they get all these pictures of everyone?!”

Taking the phone completely and pausing the video, Shōyo rapidly scanned his surroundings as if he’d just seen a red target on Kageyama’s forehead from a distant shooter.

When he figured the coast was clear, he brought his attention back to the video.

“WHOA OVER 400,000 VIEWS?!”

Annoyed, Kags pressed play again.

“I mean maybe there’s no spies around but it is kind of scary. Where did they get these pictures!?”

Lying on the grass, Kags bumped Hinata’s shoulder with his own in an attempt to get him to shut up about random shit. “What’s my rank.” He inquired.

“Hey they put Aone-san at the end all the way at #166!? Well, that’s mean.”

Kags nudged Hinata again with his shoulder. “What’s my rank, Boke.?”

“And hey that short Ace that you said I fly higher than back in 1st year is at #115! I think he’d be really angry to see that.”

I don’t care: Kags thought.

Nudge. “What’s my rank, Boke?”

“HAHA! ONION HEAD IS AT #77! .......But how did he beat out Lev, looking like a human onion?” Hinata scratched his head.

Shut up: Kags thought.

Nudge again. “What’s my rank, Boke.?”

“Hmmm.... I see a lot of old heads on this list! I guess the person who made this list likes grandpas!.”

Harder nudge. “What is—“

“Awesome! Inuoka is in the Top 50?! Way to—“

Never the patient sort, Tobio Karate-chopped Hinata on the head.

“WHAT IS MY RANK, YOU IDIOT—!”

Hinata yelped in pain, turning to scream back in his ear. “—I DON’T KNOW KAGEYAMA, OBVIOUSLY WE HAVEN’T SEEN YOU OR ME IN THE VIDEO YET SO—“

“—WELL SKIP TO AT THE END, THEN! YOU THINK I WOULD BE RANKED ANYWHERE NEAR THE PLAYERS YOU JUST MENTIONED—“

“FINE! I’LL FAST FORWARD IT BUT ONLY IF YOU STOP YELLING IN MY EAR! I NEED TO USE THEM TO PLAY IN MY GAME TOMORROW—“

“HEY YOU KIDS WHEREVER YOU ARE GET THE FUCK OFF MY LAWN WITH ALL THAT YELLING BEFORE I CALL THE COPS—“ Yelled a shaky elderly voice from the grumpy old bat that lived on Hinata’s street.

The boys froze as if that would render them invisible. Kageyama quieted down so that his idiot friend could just fast forward quickly. Given the circumstances, Hinata did, to top 15.

“Oh, hey! There’s Asahi!”

The two boys whisper-exclaimed in unison.

“Tsukishima should not be in the Top 15.”

They also said in unison, deadpanning.

“Hey look! It’s me!”

Both boys exclaimed, seeing rank #13 and #12 roll across the screen.

“At least whoever did this knows I’m better than you, Boke.” Kags muttered.

“Why should you be higher than me?!” Hinata yelled. “You look like the monster Natsu thinks is hiding under her bed!”

“Oh shut up....”

Glancing back to the screen, Hinata gasped. “AND THERE IS THE GREAT KING! At Number 5, wow!”

Kageyama was not happy.

“I mean, I guess I can see why they would mistake Oikawa because he is in all the magazines so they probably have seen him more so I’m only a little insulted about that. But the real question is... WHY would they think Coach Ukai—the guy who smokes a pack a day and can barely jog one lap around the gym—is a better player than ME?! I’m disgusted. And Kiyoko?! She only serves underhand! What kind of stupid video is!? Show me who made it I’m going to send them my highlight tape right now so that they can correct this shi—“

Hinata blinked, interrupting his frenemy. “Uh, Kageyama....?”

Kags stopped his angry rant momentarily to glare at his old teammate.

“What?!”

“...You do realize that this isn’t a rank for greatest volleyball skill, right? It’s uh..... for looks. How attractive we all are.”

Upon hearing the new information, Kags’ infuriated face fell.

“....Really?”

Shōyo nodded.

“Oh.”

Kageyama’s entire demeanour changed, switching from shifty— to absolutely careless. He stood up calmly from the grass and dusted off his attire.

“Then I don’t care.”

He stated simply, turning to head in the direction of the library again, expecting Hinata to follow with his phone.

“Wait! What are you going to answer The Great King!?”

Tobio shrugged as he walked away, so, naturally, Hinata took his response literally. Not wanting to be rude and still holding onto Kags’ phone, Hinata responded to Oikawa’s dm that had the viral ranking with a:

🤷🏻‍♂️

Immediately, you could see “.....” on the screen because Oikawa was typing.

Oikawa: WHY AREN’T YOU ANGRY 😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻

“Hm. I guess Oikawa-senpai was hoping for a better reaction out of Kageyama.....”

In the distance, Kags yelled,

“HINATA! We have to study. Let’s go!”

“Coming!”

Shōyo called, quickly forwarding the video to his own Twitter so that he could send it to Kenma later. He does that with every interesting video he comes across, so maybe Kenma would get a kick out of it.

Shōyo did not remember seeing Kozume on the list because Kageyama had gone into his distracting rant about unfairness, but Shōyo just figured he had skipped his anti-social friend’s rank when Kageyama made him fast forward to the Top 15.

Little did he know.......... that the quiet cat boy’s ranking..........was even higher than Oikawa’s.

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itsuki-minamy · 4 years

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“K SIDE: PURPLE 06”

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

K - Side: Purple (Chapter List)

The next day.

Yukari calmly appeared on the vacant lot and asked Hase to practice.

"Please, teacher."

Hase could only scratch his head and growl, "Um.", at Yukari who said again.

He wasn't mad at Yukari. Rather, he just wondered if he was in a bad mood for Yukari. He didn't know why he adopted such a tough attitude, but Hase knows that he is a boring person. Somehow, he thinks he has touched something that should not be touched.

Hase crossed his arms.

Holding a wooden sword, Yukari stood there. The expression is a bit strained, probably because even this boy really cares about yesterday. On the other hand, Hase seemed to like the attitude of not apologizing or making an excuse. He's begging for him to teach him, but he doesn't want to give up yesterday's anger.

On the contrary, even if he pushes that anger away, this boy wants to learn the sword by himself.

Hase exhaled heavily and faced Yukari with a wooden sword in hand.

"Yukari. I'll take back what I said earlier."

Yukari blinks. Hase smiles as he holds his sword before his eyes.

"I said I was in the middle of my own training, but I wanted to see the limits of your talent. As a teacher of the Miwa Meishin style, I will teach you properly from now on."

"……"

It was the first time he saw this boy's expression overflowing with joy.

Hase felt ticklish and at the same time remembered regret for having gone away for the first time in a long time. Hase yells cheerfully, shaking thoughts from him and clutching the handle of the sword.

"Alright! Attack from anywhere!"

"Yes."

Yukari's response was calm, as if he was trying to curb the overflowing joy. However, the flames of fire in his eyes are no different than yesterday. Curiosity and passion. It seems that defeat and regret are not in Yukari's heart at all.

The flexible body jumps without hesitation and hits hard. Hase's eyes narrowed dazzlingly and met him squarely.

Truth be told, yesterday's fix was Hase's fault.

The difference in ability between Hase and Yukari is clear. He is a first-class sword master, and a beginner who has just grasped the sword. It would have been easy for Hase to get rid of Yukari without having to leave him so badly.

However, he did not do that because Hase's instinct as a swordsman seemed higher than he expected upon seeing a sword for the first time in a long time.

To put it in other words, Yukari's talent was incredible. He wanted to work as a swordsman, not as a teacher. Thus, he played a trick like taking him down with a single attack and stun him.

However, Hase is different now.

As a master he was seriously adjusting to face the swordsman Mishakuji Yukari.

As a result, what happened was that Yukari was "cut" dozens of times.

He smashed his head, penetrated between his eyebrows, cut his neck, hit his chest, slaughtered his belly, and both hands and feet were shattered.

Of course, that was not the case. Hase's wooden sword didn't even touch Yukari. Everything came to a halt in a single attack, leaving Yukari to naturally admit defeat.

Yukari squeezed his omnipotence and tried to resist. He wants to do at least one attack. Otherwise, he will want to stop using the sword. Surprisingly mature Yukari, only with a youthful spirit, boldly attacked and did everything to the max.

"Okay, that's it!"

Hase bows with the wooden sword at his waist. Sweat is slightly wetting him, and he can't even see how tired he is.

On the other hand, Mishakuji had his wooden sword against the ground for support, and he was standing there with a sigh at best.

"Uh..."

Sorry to overdo it. Yesterday, it was likely that he had hit him badly, so this time he was more careful than necessary. It may have damaged the child's self-esteem.

Hase pulled the water bottle from his chest and handed it to Yukari. Yukari leans on the wooden sword and looks him in the eye.

"Take it."

"……"

Returning something head-on, Yukari received it. In that rhythm, power is released from his waist and sticks to the spot. Sweat beading his brows, Mishakuji straightened his knees and sat down again, resting his mouth on the water bottle.

Hase does the same, after seeing Purple take a breath.

"You are bold."

With that said, Mishakuji looked mysteriously at Hase.

"But you're too bold. I'm impressed that you just drop your defenses and avoids and jump just to hit me."

"But if I don't, I couldn't manage to even attack my master."

Hase responds to Yukari's unsatisfied voice as if to remind him.

"It would not be possible to just attack. Since you are faced with a sword, the main way is to control the opponent and find the winning line. You can also sit down and look for your opponent's weaknesses, right?"

"Against an opponent you can't beat, do you mean to stay until you win?"

"Instead of a special attack prepared to smash, I still have more eyes on that."

Yukari still seems dissatisfied. Ask yourself.

"Isn't that beautiful?"

"……"

Yukari did not reply and refused. Hase crossed his arms with a "Fu."

"I really don't understand what you mean by 'beauty'. Is it more important than the outcome of a win or a loss?"

Yukari looked up and looked at Hase. No matter the technique, after practicing for a month or so, he has come to understand a bit what this kid is thinking. That is to say,

"What? Don't you get it right?"

Yukari had a bad expression on his face.

Hase was about to explode. Still, this boy's desire for "beautiful things" may not be false. He just can't put it into words.

Hase also understood that feeling. Originally he is not the one who speaks well. He takes into account what he feels, and he has spent half of his life that way.

After a while, Yukari said in a low voice.

"The sword movement you showed me that night was beautiful."

That night was when the bully who was attacking Yukari, was hit by a "quick hit". Yukari connects the words.

"I don't know how to put it. He's straight, slim, and doesn't hesitate. I might find him 'beautiful'."

Ah, Hase seemed to be good at it.

"Sure. Sword art can have the 'beauty' you say if you go all the way. I don't know if I've reached that level."

"No."

Looking at Hase, Mishakuji says in a strong tone.

"That is not the case. The technique was certainly beautiful. So…"

Having said that, Mishakuji stopped.

Hase bows his head. So…? Hase, who admits to himself and others, could not guess the words that followed.

Mishakuji looked at Hase with a kind look, but soon sighed as if he had given up. He stands up, puts the sword on his waist and thanks.

"Thanks for practicing with me today."

"Oh, also, nice to practice with you too."

Hase also hastily got up and bowed. Seeing that, Mishakuji laughed. Unable to understand the meaning of the smile, Hase scratched his head with his hand.

"Well for now, are you going home for today?"

"Before that, let's take a shower. Sayuri makes a lot of noise when I come back dirty. Would you like to eat at 'Hanawarabe' today?"

"Um, that's correct. Let's do that."

When Hase starts walking, Yukari follows him. Hase and Mishakuji went home together, with a bitter smile in their heart, saying that it was very different from yesterday.

++++++++++

Noriya Haraki was sitting in a corner of the detention center and looking at his hands.

Around the room, criminals with similar circumstances crouched in the same way. It's not a herd or a fight, and he casts a vague glance beyond the walls, ceilings, and railings. Realizing that he was definitely one of them, he clicked his tongue.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. He is not a person to be put in such a place.

It does not mean that he is not guilty. If that's the case, he has been counting it over and over again. Since he was less than 20 years old, he has been stealing and swindling. If society were to be divided back and forth, then he would definitely be a "later" resident.

Still, he feels the current treatment of him is unfair.

There are supposed to be younger people here. Young pawns, they know nothing and can be treated as convenient for the group. As a young leader, that's what these guys do here, that's the industry.

However, the "youth" are gone.

Did they turn to charcoal or ash and spread to the ground or scattered across the sky? Life and existence have disappeared without a trace.

"Tsk!"

Remembering that moment, his body trembles.

If he had returned to Takeido-cho's office at that time, he too would have disappeared from the world.

What is still burned on the back of the eyelids is bright red and black.

Kagutsu's flame that burns the night sky.

Men in black screaming frantically in that context.

Until now, he thought that he belonged to a violent organization. He thought that he was a powerful person. Most people had to resist that power. Everyone knew that they would panic and succumb to the violence that crept through the web of law.

It was sweet.

Those who belonged to the same organization as him, with high ranks and more terrifying, begged for forgiveness while crying, burned alive and stuck. He witnessed the apparition.

"Purgatory", a group of talented people with the "Red King" at the top.

Just remembering the name, he doesn't stop shaking. He knew there was an extraordinary ability to live in the underworld, but the calamity caused by "Purgatory" was a different order of magnitude. That is not a type of violence, it is "destruction".

"Purgatory" is a group of monsters that spread "destruction" on themselves.

The extraordinary idea of avenging the death of his companions did not exist in his head. Everything is a potentially deadly species. Once he got a lot of money, he was going to run away somewhere.

That was…

"Damn!"

He got angry and damn his lack of luck. For those who were fed up with "Niibangai", if they were to squeeze a bit, the money to escape would have accumulated. To make money at the moment, he should have been able to wholesale some of Ajima-gumi's "assets", which are difficult to collect, and illegal "assets." That way, he could have gotten enough money to live.

It's about that kid and the giant guy. That's when he hit the ground with his fist as he cursed.

"Noriya Haraki."

Being called by his name, he suddenly raised his face. An officer was behind the iron grate.

"Get out."

"What?"

Involuntarily, he raised his eyes and said that. He has been detained now because some crimes have been revealed, but he should not have been released so soon.

To answer that question, the officer was in a clerical tone,

"A benefactor has appeared. You are released."

He wondered who he was.

Benefactor? For him now?

Confusion swirled in his head. Ajima-gumi's group should have been wiped out, but maybe there were some who survived like him. Such hope arose suddenly and he got up. He bowed and walked out the open prison door.

Accompanied by the officer, he walked down the corridor inside the police station. Meanwhile, he heard a cheerful voice from the back of the corner.

"Here, and here, and then, uh, here? No, sorry. I've never written such a document. Hahahaha."

Hearing the voice, he reflexively stopped.

"...? What's wrong? Go on."

Even if requested by the officer in charge, he remains at the scene.

Somehow, a dark premonition clung to the hope he had in his heart. He will not proceed as he is. It is much better to turn around and go back into that prison.

"Hey, come on. Go ahead!"

Still, the officer gives him a shove. He began to walk indeterminately. Like a prisoner, he climbs thirteen steps. The moment he turned the corner, he knew his intuition was correct.

The man who was writing the documents at the reception suddenly looked up and saw him.

Thread-thin eyes on the back of sunglasses. A smile that seems to stick to his mouth, and in a black suit like a undertaker.

"Ah, Noriya Haraki-san. Nice to meet you. I'm Soma Hitoshi from 'Purgatory'. If you have any questions, could you come with me?"

Saying it in a fuzzy voice, Soma set fire with the missing little finger of his left hand and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

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ktheist · 5 years

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nineteen.

chapters: 18 / 19 / 20

knight!jungkook x princess!reader

It has begun.

Not an inch of the castle is left unattended. A cluster of workers hurry past you but without forgetting to bow as they carry buckets, mops and other cleaning equipment with them. Somewhere in the barracks, you can hear the echo of the cavalry practicing for the march.

“Your highness! Have you seen her highness?” A nasally plea rises above the hustle. It’s the tailor that Taehyung personally picked to design your dress right before he left for the borders. News has it that a rising group of bandits are wrecking havoc at the village on the outskirts of town. Though he wasn’t a people kind of king, Taehyung still rode there with his handpicked force. The crazed look in his eyes like the one he looked at you during wartime, tells you it wasn’t so much for the people as it was to sate his need and hunger for blood and violence. He really hasn’t changed.

You slip under the alcove at the sight of rich colored ruffles and feathers. The man whizzes past you without looking back. A small chuckle tumbles from you lips as you peek at the bounce of his brais with every haphazard step he takes in search for the soon-to-be Queen. It has been a long time since you’re able to feel so free, if at all.

When you first came, the walls seem to tower over you as though scrutinizing your worth. The portraits hung along the corridor used to gaze at you with judgement. As you take a stroll in a part of the castle you’re not so familiar with, the hollow armors do not seem like they’re about to jump in front of you, bearing spears and swords.

“You again!” A harsh voice bellows, “Every time I see someone messing up, it’s always you!”

Not too far away, the guards are practicing their own formation. Since not all of them could join and protect the castle at the same time, only a fraction of them are chosen for the performance. The commander, dressed in distinct red clothes under the armory, takes his sweet time ambling towards one of the guards whilst the rest moves away from him, leaving him trembling in the middle on his own.

Meandering closer, you subconsciously lull your head to the side to see past the commander’s shoulder. He looks familiar...

“Your highness!” One of them bows, recognizing their Princess before the rest echoes and bents forward in formality.

The commander scurries to meet you halfway, bowing stiffly from the unexpected visit. The guard who was about to get a beating already has his upper body lowered, disallowing you from seeing his face.

“To what do we owe this pleasure to?” The commander peers up at you with a sickening smile. You force yourself to keep a smile on your own face. It’s been six months since you arrived here, you’re surprised this is the time you’ve met a man like him.

“I was taking a stroll and watched from afar how marvelous your formations are before I decided to approach and give you credit where it’s due.”

The man’s chuckle is too similar to that of a pig. He refutes the compliment humbly yet boisterously.

“How long have you been practicing?” You scan the men’s faces before looking back at him. Their still heaving shoulders tell you they’re overworked.

“Oh no, not that long. We’ve only started at dawn.” He chuckles that piggy chuckle.

The sky is now tinted orange and fuchsia. They’ve been at it for at least twelve hours and knowing this man, he probably told them to continue while he lounges on the chair you spot in front while he snacks on the palace’s treats.

“Oh my, then surely you all deserve a break,” you step past the commander and speak directly to the guards, “go on, get some treats from the workers’ kitchen and freshen up.”

There is hesitancy at first as their eyes goes from you to the commander who’s possibly irritated by your brazenness of speaking to the men directly and not asking his permission. An eerie aura seeps into your pores from where you know the vile creature would be milking out every last drop of the tension of whether to obey the future Queen or obey their commander like they always had. Either way, this is just the beginning of a longstanding power play that you’ll have to participate in if you’re to be Queen, especially one from a kingdom that they used to go to war against.

“Thank you, your highness!” The guard that stands dislocated in the middle - the one that almost got who-knows-what if you didn’t swoop in - shouts in enthusiasm. When he looks up, a wave of familiarity hits you. No wonder you’ve been so curious, he’s that young guard that was posted at Jungkook’s cell.

Didn’t he say he was going to retire and return to his family?

The rest of the guards repeats the same words and bows before dispersing. The commander, as you suspected, is leering at you with vexation. Having no energy to handle a man like that, you approach the few guards who are resting nearby. They scramble onto their feet at first but relaxes when you assure them there is no need for that. They’ve already greeted you when you came. And that was enough.

With small talks here and there, you finally approach him. He’s the only one who insists on getting up and going through the formality still. “I thought there were mentions of retirement.” Your voice is lowered but it looks nothing out of the ordinary. Just a Princess getting to know her people.

“Y-yes.” He glances to his dirt-covered shoes, the beads on your skirt and then the flowers in your hair but not your eyes. He dares not.

“Was the money not enough? I shall have -”

His eyes widen and he instantly corrects you, “it’s more than enough, your highness!”

Upon realizing that his voice might have gone an octave higher than what’s supposed to, he glances around in alarm but sighs in relief not a heart beat later. There’s nothing new to the workers getting overwhelmed by a monarch’s generosity - however small it may be. And you’ve established yours when you allowed these pushed-beyond-the-limit men to rest. So you’re not too worried.

“Then?” You ask, “what is it?”

“M-mister Jeon said now that he’s free of any allegations, the Prince might find out that you’ve been giving me coins a- and I might be punished for accepting bribery s-so I gave them back to him because he said he’d g-give them to you.” He’s just a scared boy no older than the age of sixteen, possibly sold off by his own family to serve at the castle as a non-significant guard. As he speaks, it becomes apparent how terrified he is of the threats made by Jungkook, “a-and I must help him send her highness letters of great importance if I want my family safe.”

Something tugs on the strings that holds your heart afloat in your chest. To say you’re surprised... would be a lie. You know your knight. You know what he won’t do in order to ensure your safety and well-being. And there aren’t many things in that category. Naturally, for Jungkook, morals come second to you.

He looks like he’s about to breakdown right there if you hadn’t stopped him. “Don’t cry, don’t say a word.”

He sniffles instead.

“Tell me where he’s staying. Don’t worry, you may retire peacefully. No harm will come to you. I swear.”

The core of fear planted by Jungkook is deepset as you watch those trembling eyes contemplate as though it’s a matter between life and death. You school your expression to a stoic one. It was the face you see your father make on nights you couldn’t sleep and sneaked into the meeting rooms where he bargains with Kings of neighboring lands about a trade or military supply.

“H-he’s working at Theos Inn in return for free food and shelter... it’s close to the castle-”

“Alright.” You speak over him once his words begin to muffle from talking too fast; a sign that your time as run out, “I’ll personally handle the matter of your retirement. Speak of our exchange to no one. Now, thank me.”

It takes a few seconds for him to digest what you said but when he does, he dips to a deep bow, shouting the words of gratitude as though he understands what you’re about to do for him will raise suspicions and put your position under the council’s scrutiny and he is truly and forever grateful for that. Even though it’s all a farce set up, especially when the commander may be wondering why your conversation with the boy he was about to punish is taking longer than the others you’ve talked to, “thank you, your highness!”

With that practiced smile, you nod at him before treading away. A plentiful has seen your placid smile and that’s enough to give them an idea that it was an even-tempered conversation even though it was far from it.

Theos Inn is strategically located in the middle of town. Sandwiched between a bakery and a restaurant, it has no competition and is easily the most frequented pub. Thanks to that, it’s also awfully rowdy and rambunctious. A fight almost broke out within the first five minutes you’ve been here, hidden in the corner with a cloak and a maid’s clothes underneath.

Jungkook shows up five minutes after that with a tray of gargantuan glasses filled rich honey hued beer. The men that are huddled with some game of cards pay him no mind as he goes around setting their drinks. The ladies, you can’t say the same.

One smacks his backside as he serves them, winking coquettishly whilst when he looks her way. You subconsciously grip the handle of your own glass tighter as you catch the boyish smile he throws at her. Your knight hardly ever smiles... even with you. He disappears behind the counter before reappearing with another tray effortlessly balanced in one hand whilst dodging drunken, stumbling men.

When he passes your table, he stops mid-stride, that natural smile hitting the floor as he gawks at you. Even with the cloak half shielding your face, your knight would recognize you anywhere.

“Hello, Jungkook.”

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swanqueeneverafter · 4 years

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The Once & Future Queen Pt.1

Enchanted Forest. Past. King Leopold's Palace. (Regina sits alone weeping, looking down at the ring Daniel gave to her.) Regina: (Softly:) "Daniel." Henry Sr: "There you are. I've been looking all over for you. How are you enjoying your new home?" Regina: "You mean my new prison." Henry Sr: (Sighs:) "Oh, Regina. (Sits beside her:) It doesn't have to be." Regina: "I lost everything, Daddy. My love, my future. (Places the ring on her finger:) My happiness is buried with Daniel." Henry Sr: "You still have a future, Regina. You're Queen, that's every girl's dream." Regina: "No, it was mother's. My dream was to love, Daddy. True Love! And now it's gone." Henry Sr: "The King is a good man. Kind. Fair. You can learn to love him and his daughter Snow White." Regina: "No, I can't. I will never love again. And no one will ever love me.”

Storybrooke. Present. (Regina is seated on a park bench lost in her thoughts. Henry sits beside her not saying anything, just simply being there for his mother.)

(Seeing Alice approach from a distance, Henry gets up to meet her.) Henry: "Hey." Alice: "Hey. How's she doing?" Henry: "Inconsolable, as you can imagine." Alice: "Poor thing." Henry: "Yeah." Alice: "Look, I know this is going to sound insensitive and selfish, but do you have any idea how much longer she expects Zelena to look after Maria? I mean I get it, Zelena offered and loves looking after her, but with Maleficent gone and Robin pretty much in charge of the bar, she really needs her Mum's help. I’m there as much as I can be but, I love my job at the library and I'd hate to have to give it up." Henry: (Nods:) "I got it, don't worry, I'll talk to her. I should've stepped up sooner. Maria's my sister after all. I'll take care of it." Alice: "Thanks, Henry. (Looks over to Regina:) Give her my love, won't you?" Henry: "Yeah." (Henry heads back to his mom as Alice walks away feeling somewhat guilty.) The Dragon's Lair. (While Zelena rocks Maria in her arms, Robin works on her new drinks menu.) Robin: “There, finished. Do you want to try something from the new ‘Wanderlust Menu’? It's inspired by all the best drinks I had on my travels.” Robin Hood: (Leans over to look:) “Impressive list.” Zelena: (Also looking:) “Oh, is that an Indian drink I see?” Robin: “It is, and it's made with real rose petals. It'll blow your mind. Such a beautiful country. They have these sprightly trees called Arunchal Hopea. They went extinct nearly 20 years ago. People thought they'd make good fence posts.” Robin Hood: “That's terrible. But that's what people do. They destroy things. Having lived most of my adult life outdoors, I can honestly say there's no greater pest than humanity.” Robin: (Snorts:) “That’s odd coming from a legendary champion of the people.” Robin Hood: “Wrong Robin Hood, my dear. I believe you’re thinking of your father.” Robin: “Hm.” Zelena: “Speaking of fatherhood, don’t you think I look wonderful with a babe in my arms? Kinda makes you think, doesn’t it?” Robin Hood: “Uh... not really.” Zelena: “Oh come on, don’t you wonder what our child would look like?” Robin: “Um, hello?!” Zelena: “Oh, yeah. Sorry, darling.” (Robin shakes her head then goes to hang up the new menu.)

Swan-Mills House. (Ella opens the front door and finds Drizella and Anastasia standing there.) Ella: “Anastasia. Drizella. What are you doing here?” Drizella: “I'll tell you what I'm not doing. (Points to a box at her feet:) Carrying that any further.” Anastasia: “We found some old stuff of Cecelia’s that we don’t remember. We though maybe some of it belonged to you.” Drizella: “If you want it, you can take it.” Ella: (Steps aside to allow them entry:) “Come on in. It's nice to see you two.” Drizella: “We would’ve been here earlier, but I just carried a box full of stuff to your doorstep.” Anastasia: “Oh, calm down. I offered to magic us here.” Drizella: “Yeah, right and give you a chance to show off to Ella? Make sure she chooses you as her favourite sister?” (They walk towards the kitchen.) Anastasia: “Hey, I found the box to begin with. Didn't even get a thank you.” Ella: “All right you two, no one’s playing favourites. So, why are you really here? To talk about Mom?” Drizella: “Hey, we’re your family. You remember, that thing you were so desperate to find? Do you even care why we’re here?” Anastasia: “We came to see how you’re holding up. You know, it's been a week now since Emma disappeared.” Ella: (Dryly:) “Really? I hadn’t realised.” Drizella: “Woah, okay, tap your brakes, Ella. We get that you’re still processing.” Anastasia: “You gained two sisters and lost a mother-in-law on the same day. It’s a lot to wrap your head around.” Drizella: “Especially since you accused your other mother-in-law of murder.” Ella: (Smiles, despite herself:) “Yeah, well, everybody has problems.” Drizella: “Exactly, so quit wallowing in self-pity and take a look through this box we brought you. (Knocks the lid of the box off:) There could be something in here to cheer you up. (Pulls out a ragged looking doll:) Like this thing, for example.” Ella: (Stares at the doll:) “It...It’s Beatrice. (Reaching out for it:) I never thought I'd see her again. I can’t believe she kept this.” Drizella: “I figured she was second hand. I just had no idea she belonged to you.” Ella: (Pulls Drizella into a hug:) “Thank you, so so much.” Anastasia: “Our childhood seems like so long ago. Almost like another world.” Ella: “Mm. Exactly like another world in my case.” Drizella: “So, what does a girl have to do to get a drink around here?” Ella: (Wipes her eyes:) “Sorry, what would you like?” Drizella: “Well if we’re going to talk about the past, we’d better make it something strong, right?” Anastasia: “Drizzy, it’s eleven in the morning.” Drizella: “Right, which means it has to be five o’clock somewhere.” Enchanted Forest. Past. (Tiger Lily and Mulan discuss their options while Emma walks ahead of them.) Tiger Lily: "We could contact the Fairies, there's a good chance Blue and the others might have some ideas." Mulan: "I thought the time-travel spell had never been done before Zelena? Surely if the Fairies knew anything about it they'd spend most of their days going back in time to fix things." Tiger Lily: "That's true, but they could still help us." Emma: (Stops walking:) "We're not asking the Fairies for help. (Turns to face them:) Not only did they ruin Rumplestiltskin's life the moment he was born, but they stood by and did nothing while Regina's life crumbled around her." Tiger Lily: "But you-" Emma: "No! You above all know how the Fairies work. It's because of your actions that we ended up being stuck here in the past! If you hadn't taken Morgause away to be raised by the High Priestesses-" Tiger Lily: "Then Uther would've killed her." Emma: "And so this is better?!" Mulan: "Emma..." Emma: "We're trapped here in the past not knowing where or when we even are! And I've already been through this crap before!" Tiger Lily: (Calmly:) "I know. Which is why I'm not worried." Emma: "Of course you're not! You don't have a family waiting for you back home! You don't have a wife you love more than the air you breathe or a daughter you promised never to spend a day of her life away from!"

Mulan: "Hey! (Steps between Tiger Lily and Emma:) Back off, Emma. You're not the only one with someone they love back home, all right? Screaming at each other isn't going to achieve anything other than attract unwanted attention. So why don't we all take a moment to calm down, then think of a way to get us home." Tiger Lily: (Sees a carriage approaching:) "Quickly, hide yourselves." (The three women hurry from the roadside to duck behind some trees. As the carriage passes, a familiar face stares out from the window.) Mulan: "Who was that?" Tiger Lily: "King Leopold." Mulan: “Leopold?” Emma: (Amazed:) "My Grandfather." Tiger Lily: "Well, at least that gives us some idea of 'when' we are." Mulan: (Stares back to see the spires of the palace behind them:) "The Dark Palace. Do you think Regina's in there?" (Emma stares hopefully back at the palace, momentarily excited by the thought of seeing some version of her wife.) Emma: (Shakes her head, determined:) "Well if she is we're not going anywhere near her. I won't jeopardise our chances of returning home to our timeline by seeing Regina here in the past." Tiger Lily: (Smiles supportively:) "Good thinking. Since you've been in this situation before, we'll follow your lead." Mulan: "Agreed. So where should we go?" Emma: (Takes a moment to think:) "We head into town. We need to put as much distance between us and the palace as possible. Then we can find a place to eat and come up with a plan. I'm starving and can't think on an empty stomach." (With that, they continue down the long dirt road, Leopold's carriage fading into the distance ahead of them.) Plains of Denaria. Present. (A cloaked figure struggles to pull a horse cart along a dusty road. Four nights approach on horseback.) Sir Leon: “Halt! (The cloaked woman stops:) Stay where you are. (The woman sets down the cart handles as the knights dismount, Sir Elyan among them:) Where are you headed?” Woman: “The Seas of Meredor.”

Sir Leon: “What’s in the cart? (The woman says nothing. Sir Leon motions for the other knights to search it and the woman finally turns around:) Lady Morgana.” (Morgana uses her magic to throw each of the knights to the ground. She looks around, pulls off her hood and pulls down a blanket in the cart.) Morgana: “Are you alright?” Morgause: “Yes, thank you, Sister. But we must hurry. Night is nearly upon us. (Morgause turns her face towards Morgana, revealing a hideous deformity to the right side of her face:) And we still have far to go.”

Camelot. Council Chambers. (Sir Leon and Sir Elyan ride into the square and report to Guinevere and the Council.) Sir Leon: “The reports are true, Your Majesty. We caught up with Morgana on the Plains of Denaria.” Guinevere: “Was she alone?” Sir Elyan: (Shakes head:) “There was someone else.” Guinevere: “Morgause.” Sir Elyan: “We couldn’t be sure.” (A man speaks from the shadows.) Agravaine: “Where was Morgana heading?” Sir Leon: “To the Seas of Meredor.” Lancelot: “Isle of the Blessed.” (Agravaine steps into the light.) Agravaine: “I’ll send out patrols at first light.” Guinevere: “Thank you, Agravaine.” Sir Leon: (To Agravaine:) “Sire, you should know her powers have grown. Sir Bertrand and Sir Montague are both dead.” Guinevere: “Keep me informed of any developments.” (The councilmen all bow and exit. Agravaine and Lancelot remain.) Agravaine: “We knew she couldn’t stay hidden forever. Mustn’t live in fear, Guinevere. Camelot is strong. If Morgana were to act, we’d be ready for her.” Guinevere: “You’re right, of course. I’m grateful for your counsel as always, Agravaine.” Agravaine: “I made a promise to Morgana’s mother that I’d always be there for her, but this path she’s on now... The only way to save her is to purge Morgana of this darkness that has overtaken her soul.” (Guinevere nods and exits alongside Lancelot.) Seas of Meredor. (Morgana helps Morgause limp out of the cart in the foggy wood.) Morgause: “The Isle of the Blessed. (Morgana helps Morgause to the dock. A ferryman waits for them by a longboat. He holds out his hand. Morgause places a coin in it:) You know where we wish to go.” (The sisters huddle in the boat, the ferryman at the helm, as it glides across the sea.)

The Enchanted Forest. Past. (Tinker Bell and Regina walk down an alleyway. They stop outside of a tavern.) Tinker Bell: “Inside here, lies the beginning of your happiness. All the pain in your past will be just that. The past.” (Tinker Bell walks to a window.) Regina: “I just need a moment.” Tinker Bell: “You’re nervous. I get it. But look! (With his back turned to them a man is sitting inside:) That must be him. (Regina steps in to take a look at him herself. The man raises his right arm so that a waitress can refill his cup. A lion tattoo can be seen on his right arm:) The guy with the lion tattoo.” Regina: (Doubtfully:) “That’s him?” Tinker Bell: “The Pixie dust lead us to this tavern and it never lies. Come on, who else could it be? This is your chance at love and happiness. A fresh start. No baggage. You can let go of all the anger that weighs you down. Now, get him.” Regina: (Takes a deep breath:) “Okay. Okay, I can do this. I can be happy.” Tinker Bell: “I know you can. Go.” (Tinker Bell leaves. Walking back down the alleyway, she stops at the sound of her name.) Tiger Lily: “Hey, Tink.” (Tiger Lily steps into the light.) Tinker Bell: “Tiger Lily? What are you doing here?” Tiger Lily: (Smiling:) “It’s a long story. Come, we mustn’t be seen here.” (Tiger Lily leads Tinker Bell down a side street and out of sight.) Meanwhile... (Regina hesitates a moment longer outside the tavern, then opens the door. The man with the lion tattoo rejoices with a group of other men, sharing a drink with them. Regina watches the scene for a moment, then with overwhelming fear, she closes the door and flees. Regina rushes around a corner and bumps into someone, knocking them over.) Regina: “Oh! I’m so sorry, are you all right?” Emma: (Staring up at her, eyes wide, panicked:) “I... (Gulps:) I’m fine.”

#sq #swanqueen #swan queen

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jamiebluewind · 5 years

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Fantasy High Characters 2.12

I'll go back to ep 2.11 eventually, but I wanted to get this one out while it's still the newest. As always, let me know if I need to edit or add anything and tag/ask/PM me about art and stories so I can check them out!

Warnings: canon typical violence, gore, blood, gross mention, vomit, fantasy racism mention, disturbing imagery, panic attack mention, threats, murder, alcohol, injury

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Ally (on the fig/ayda kiss): Two young Sheldon's makeing out XD

Lou (on the second fig/ayda kiss): Yes-ah! Yes-ah! Yes-ah! Yes-ah! I bless this union! Yes-ah!

Brennan (on forgetting to change the music for the arcane crime scene): -this is the wrong music for this moment

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New Characters

Craf-me Rootdrinker

Gnome and druid

Gave his life 200 years ago to reclaim Arborly from the curse

Was very kind

Avoided "cleric nonsense"

Nuathura (New-ah-thoo-ra) the Fox

Older red fox who was awakened as a pup by Craf-me (was his familiar/companion)

Spry and slinky despite his age

Fluent in silvian, elvish, and gnomish

Runs the town (basically the mayor) and offers the adventurers every resource in their village at their disposal

Appreciates it when he is shown respect and is more open to outsiders and outsider tech than Mira, saying that the Nightmare King was once defeated by a strange band of Solesians and that they were delighted to have them

Likes shrimp and was given one by Fabian and four (one on each paw) by Kristen

Was told the crown of the Nightmare King was kept deep under a pit under a pyramid where it could never be found (and was understandably upset to discover that it was instead kept on a shelf in a dean's office and now in the hands of Adaine's mom who is trying to get into the forest)

Mira Silverbough/Silverbow

Wood elf and leader of the rangers who guard the town (of which there are 40 standing on bolders with arrows nocked when the teens wake up)

Intense angular face with steal gray eyes and long black hair on the top of her head (that might hang down in her face) with shaved sides that appear to be turning gray/salt and pepper

Dressed in dark forest green with leather archer's bracers and gloves with

"Ah. Not TRULY children. These are almost adults grown. Come here!" *gestures for the teens to come over*

Racist against those with infernal lineage, goblins, and orcs, but seems to be racist against all other races in general

Was put off by technology she doesn't understand

Referred to Fig as a troubadour (poet who writes verses to music or specificly a French medieval lyric poet) and the van as very small house of wheels

Furrowed her brow at Adaine being the Oracle

Second to Nuathura and very protective of him

Krumpkin Springbill

Head of the Tinkerer's Hall

Round as a pumpkin with a shiny bald head and a mustashe like a push broom

Dressed in soot covered goggles (which he pushed up) and a leather apron filled with tools

He and the other gnomes come up to Gorgug's mid thigh

Two unnamed gnomes

Person with a huge handlebar mustache and a top hat with gear in the side of it

Woman with folded canvas ornithopter wings

Unnamed Bartender

Works at The Owl And The Harp

Was told by Adaine that she was looking for her mom and was shocked by her crystal (used to show him a picture)

Said Elianwyn was staying on the top floor, but thought the kids couldn't afford the substantial outstanding debt she left behind (after leaving without checking out) of 10 gold

Was paid 12 gold by Adaine, then 5 gold by Riz, then another 5 gold by Riz (which was wet), and shown a very round frog by Adaine

Told them that they were acting very suspicious despite being warned about them by the rangers

Most likely has no idea the damage Elianwyn did to the suite she was renting

Vraz the Mean

Executive Potenti of the Dominion of Avernus (first/topmost layer of hell) and Arch Secretary to Blozo the Undimenished who is the regnant of Sloth

Came through a burning oval doorway opened by Fig's magic (which opens to red firy sky and blasted red plane)

Dressed in black steal plate armor and horned helmet, covering all but her face

Beautiful woman's face with porcelain skin, ruby red lips, and a seem at the edge of her helmet where the rest of her skin had been flayed off her body

Burnt scarred skeletal remains of wings

Carrying a burning scroll to serve to Fig

Killean

Wood elf, resident of Arborly, drunkard, and a cruel man

Worked for Elianwyn and was rude to the tinkerers while picking up wax, ink components, and fiddle faddle for her

Had short cropped brown hair, hazel eyes, and a small amount of facial hair

Seen in scry as a puppet with a slit throat. Not wearing a shirt or boots as he left bloody footprints. Blood dripped from his burning dull red glowing eyes into his beard. His sternum was broke open and a fire was roiling within the open exposed wound where a gem was glowing.

Shone a dull red glow 20 feet ahead of the group which causesd a path to open in the dark, twisted, and grarled forest like a subterranean tunnel

Established Characters

Elianwyn (Adaine's mom)

Stayed at The Owl And The Harp for several months

Kept to herself, save sending Killean to get things for her at the Tinkerer's Hall (they had spell components that could be used by both them and wizards)

Vanished with Killean and Aelwyn the night Aelwyn arrived

Murdered Killean and did a spell that left him a puppet with Gorthalax's gem in his chest

Went into the forest, using puppet Killean to cause the briars to retract

Was wearing a deep elven traveling cloak and covered in nasty scars related to a curse (but might be due to a Fallinel curse and not the original crown curse)

Aelwyn

Arrived at Arborly a night before the bad kids (and 2 nights before the bad kids talked to the locals) and was still uncontrollably and explosively gassy (which reaked), worse for wear, and started crying

Changed into wood elven travel garb and traveled with Elianwyn into the forest

Dispelled Adaine's scry without seeing it

Calina

Told Kristen that if they make it through the wall, she would kill them all (starting with Tracker) and that the only reason they were alive was because they were a nuisance (not a full problem) and never got between her and what she wanted

"I want you to stay out of that fucking forest."

Riz didn't see Calina despite being right there and the grass wasn't bent or disturbed where she was supposed to have been standing

Pok's sleeve wasn't disturbed where she was supposed to be standing either and she couldn't drink (or possibly hold anything at all)

She gave Riz sleep paralysis, but never hurt him

Most likely doesn't exist anywhere physically

Is in their heads, but still had to ask questions, so she can project herself into their minds but not read their minds

Note: The unmade goddess turned her familiar (a black cat) into a plague

Kristen

Told Tracker she shouldn't be guilty about passing on any kind of sickness because she believed it had to do with both of them due to her secrets combined with Tracker being a carrier

Suggested doing spells through a dental dam as she had a bunch from Jawbone (who kept insisting that she use them)

Found a bag of loose crab meat and used it to make crab nachos (which she always makes when she has the choice as her parents always made it for parties and never let her have any)

Got drunk and tried to make Riz kiss a shrimp when he got upset, offered Fig a "shrimp secret", tried to throw Fig 2 beers (which Gorgug smashes and she thought was awesome), called Gorgug a scientist when he said he was a little crab, and called Riz "king crab king!" when he was down on himself.

Saw Calina when nobody else could and responded by screaming "Fuck you!" at her

Drank a cortada and stayed cool while Calina was there (talking shit about her as Calina threatened her and the group) but freaked out after she left, asking everyone to hold her and dogpile on her before she vomited coffee and shrimp

Was okay once she was pressed into the grass by all her friends

Tried to get Tracker to stay in town and not go into the forest, offering handcuffs and asking as officer Kristen (and even colonel Kristen using an order)

Tracker

Still rocked after the Galicia sister thing saying that the elven church and the priestesses she knows are nothing alike, but they both worship the same goddess and what the elves did was causing her to have a lot of questions for the first time

Took precautions during things like the life transference spell to avoid passing on lycanthropy, but had never thought to protect herself from something coming back the other way

Had a good talk with Sandra Lynn and gave her a solid shovel talk

Translated the gist of what the others were saying in elvish (to Nuathura and wood elves) for Gorgug and Ragh

Got drunk, balanced crab nachos on her head, and told the others to "Let [Fig] use the shrimp tub!" which resulted in a "shrimp tub" chant

Comforted a freaked out Kristen by rubbing circles in her back

Shivered when she entered the Shrine of Thorns, her eyes flashing yellow as she suddenly felt nauseous and generally not good as the shrine basically repelled her until she exited it

Adaine

Had a message chat that's mostly jokes and memes (that Fig wasn't in on due to losing her phone)

Wanted a fluffy robe

Her crystal has meditation and non-fiction (like a hystory on mage hand) instead of music

Found bellinis and caviar to eat (instead of crab nachos) and shared with Fabian

Drank half a beer, got a little drunk, wondered where Fig was (but was silenced by Kristen), wanted to go in the hot tub with Fig, and pretended to be a crab

On rather they should be honest with the wood elves "Maybe? It makes me nervous. Everything majes me nervous. Sure. Why not?"

Slipped behind Fig during the wood elf standoff and held up a fist while saying "yeah!" to support her, but jumped in with her status as the Oracle, saying it was a prophesy and going into the forest was "A thing we have to do." (which made the wood elves lower their bows and whisper to each other)

Admitted that her sister and mother were trying to get into the forest too, but that they were working against them

Started searching for Calina nearby after her sister booted her from scrying

Told the bartender at The Owl And The Harp that she was looking for her mom (with picture) and paid off her outstanding debt of 10 gold for the suite (with a 2 gold tip) before going upstairs to discover the crime scene her mother left behind

Ragh

Found a bunch of kippers for Fabian

Munched on an entire bone in ham

Got drunk, got shirtless and started screaming "More lobster! You're not lobster enough!" at Tracker

Pointed out the obvious (one guy in town has 4 refridgerators) when Fabian was worried about introducing tech too soon

Gorgug

Got drunk, did a "crab stand", made his arms look like a crab, chanted "crab king" at Ragh, became crab king, said the shrimp tub was not for peasants (when Fabian told Fig about it), smashed the two beers Kristen threw to Fig out of the air (followed by a celebratory yell and him pumping both arms in the air while the bloodrush boys chanted "hoot growl!"), said "I'm a little crab." to Kristen, and finally gave Riz the crab king crown and said Riz? *points at him* You're the crab king now.

Walked up to Nuathura to say hello in gnomish when he heard Nuathura mention tinkerers

Told the tinkerers that he repaired the Hangman, but failed to make a working mechanical butt for him

"Showed" the tinkerers his crystal and headphone as well (and by that I mean the were crawling all over him like excited 5 year olds)

Riz

Started setting up a tiny conspiracy board in Hollyhill minutes after getting there

When asked how he got a certain picture of Kristen, he said "You know... you take pictures; you hang um. That's what you do."

Said "I'm gonna snoop around. In a suspicious way, NOT in a party way." and finds Spyre tech and receipts showing that the guy is expensing stuff to his corporate card that have nothing to do with his work, resulting in him telling the others that it was a tax haven and illegal, so he felt less bad about having a party and more like Robin hood stealing his beer.

Got drunk, somehow stated acting/dancing like a shrimp, pointed out that Gorgug was a crab, started crying and got emotional because "Shrimp are so little and sometimes they get caught in the nets and stuff!" and told Kristen "I'm not gonna kiss the shrimp! It's dead Kristen. And we killed it.", cried again before Fabian comforted him, and became the crab king saying "Honestly, I just wanted to be the crab king. This whole time I've just been the shrimp and I feel like I've been the shrimp my whole life and I just wanna be the crab king. It means a lot that you guys made me the crab king."

Is super hung over the next day as well as super sweaty and nervous about being around a bunch of people, but still tells the elves that there is a demonic plot

Saw that something was off with Fig and thought for a moment that she might have kissed someone, but ends up going with "Did you have... good crab?"

Discovered what his fate would have been if the group hadn't rescued him when Adaine scrys Killean

Vomited over seeing Kristen vomit

Didn't see Calina despite looking exactly where Kristen was and checked the grass with his magnifying glass to find that the grass wasn't bent or disturbed where Calina was supposed to have been standing

Gets super sweaty and unhelpful when trying to talk to the bartender

Had no idea when to stop trying to bribe the bartender and said that the money was so wet because he ate a lot of shrimp

Fabian

Got in a small argument with Adaine on rather or not it was okay to touch your dad's butt (he said it's fine)

Still has the sheet with him as well as the sword Faun-drang-goorh

Got drunk, excitedly said Riz was a shrimp and that Gorgug was a crab, said "I'm a little shrimp!" over and over while dancing, tried to explain everything that had happened to Fig (including that the hot tub upstairs was filled with shrimp), tried to comfort a crying Riz by telling him "The Ball, it's going to be alright. The shrimp will be fine.", and wrapped Riz in his sheet, looked him dead in the eyes (with one hand on either side of Riz while gripping the sheet), and told him "I believe in you. *licks lip* Spring break.", before giving Riz his first ever bardic inspiration

The next day, gave Nuathura a shrimp from his pocket

Rebbed engine of Hangman as Kristen tried to give an inspiring speech

Fig

When opening Hollyhill, said "What did I say? Has your girl ever not delivered?" followed by a resounding "Yes!" from the group

Found a ghost white mushroom with a black skull imprint on the top of it while looking for psychedelics and wanted to eat it

Hears whispering coming from the briar wall

"Sometimes one of the fun things about friendship is just being a chorus on nonsense together and you don't have to hear each other; it just feels really good to talk really loud."

Sees nonsense as a good way to escape when things get too heavy or dark

Talked down about her abilities, especially when compared to Ayda

The thorns don't try to attack her, so she used burning hands on the thorns and the vines sucked up the magic, moving it to the Shrine of Thorns and leaving behind a charred handprint

Didn't want Ayda to know she was a virgin

Cast greater invisibility on her and Ayda

Rolled bad on insight checks on Ayda (trackerbees take two! XD)

Is terrified of saying nice things to others and vomits a little in a bush before telling Ayda "I actually think you're perfect the way you are" before skateboarding away and down an 80 foot near vertical tree, coming out of invisibility so Ayda could see her trick.

Couldn't go anywhere on her skateboard in the ferns and dirt

Wrote up a "contract" after Ayda's confession that said if Ayda made fun of her for what she was about to say, she could give her a wet willy. Before Ayda could sign, she took Ayda by the chin, said "Just so you know, I've never done this as myself before', kissed her (as the fire on Ayda's head swelled out and she became uninvisible), and tried to skateboard away behind a tree, peaking out to see what Ayda thought of it.

Slinked out from behind the tree, apologizing and admitting all of it terrified her before Ayda asked for another kiss.

Admited she started the whole party so Ayda would stick around.

Made out with Ayda until a bit before dawn and tried very hard to get Ayda to stay

Gave Ayda the ear cuff from her left ear which has blood on it (Ayda replied that she will treasure it and can use it)

Went back to Hollyhill to find her drunk friends before locking herself in the room with the hot tub and was still kinda pruney the next day

Name drops Grover to the wood elves, explaining that he offered to let them stay there (to try and deescalate things with the rangers)

Shook hands with Nuathura the Fox

Was honest to the wood elves (that the group were going into the Nightmare Forest), resulting in the rangers pulling back their bowstrings (and her backtracking)

Random note: Try to contact your warlock patron Fig!!!

Burned 1 or 2 luck points to keep a perceptive Riz from finding out that she made out with Ayda

Found a charred handprint in the shrine of thorns and recognized it as the same one her magic left at the top of briars and that the vines took somewhere

Lied to Tracker and Kristen, saying she was up by the briars working on song

Used burning hands again, causing the fire to spread into a stretching oval shaped burning doorway

Was served a burning scroll by Vraz the Mean on behalf of the regnant of Sloth

Ayda

Was invited to the party (which the group decided to have immediately, starting at 1 or 2 in the morning)

Stood in a corner looking around awkwardly before/during the party before following Fig out

Thought nonsense was bad, but Fig showed her that it could also be good and made her willing to try it

To Fig about disguising herself "Uh... yeah. That's interesting. I... can't understand that because if I was you, I wouldn't want to be anyone else because you're... very exceptional."

On Fig saying that she was different than Ayda thought she was "Being mistaken about the nature of something and discovering its true nature is my favorite thing in the world to do."

Turned herself and Fig invisible (look like a translucent version of themselves, like a pale outline to each other) and flew to the briar wall to give Fig a closer look.

Lit with Fig in the low looped saddle of two treetrunks that were fused together right next to the briar wall

Ayda's flaming hair and wings still cast a dull glow on her surroundings, even while invisible

Complemented Fig on her magic

Analyzed the wall and saw it was a very powerful and old abjuration (keeping them out but also keeping other things in) keyed to powerful devils (arcons, princes, and monarchs) where even dimension door would cause all roads and pathways to lead them back out.

Thorns tried to attack her

Thinks that everything Fig has done has been cool

"We all have a nasty legacy, in one way or another."

Laughed with a squawk

Spent a lot of lifetimes building Compass Points Library

Is part phoenix, so when she dies, she comes back but with no memory from her previous incarcerations. She left extensive notes and instructions for herself. This incarnation is 17 years old, but an Ayda has been on Leviathan for a little over 150 years

On why she never just reinvents herself when she reincarnates "Every time I come back, I don't know anything and I guess I trust the versions of me that knew more? I don't have a lot of self confidence and I don't... want... to make mistakes."

Said she could die when she goes back to Leviathan attempting to shut down the library as it's a dangerous city.

"The future's never guaranteed. We don't have anything but today and even that might get cut short."

Said she had information for Fig, but would only share it if Fig signed a contract (on ancient wizard scroll held in a binder that turns into bright fire and whips up into her palm when signed) that stated that Fig wont make any inference based on the information or think anything judgemental or critical of her. The information is "At any waking moment outside of combat that you and I have been together, if you had tried to kiss me on the mouth, it would have been received favorably."

Said Fig's contract was less of a contract and more of a threat

After Fig ran to hide behind a tree, she asked if it's normal for people to run away after that (kissing)

Shed firy tears over Fig starting a party so she would stay, admitting parties frighten and terrify her, but she stuck around because Fig was there

"In this version of my life, this is the greatest moment of it."

Enthusiasticly initiated their 3rd kiss

Said the library meant a lot to many past hers (her current incarnation and 3 others)

Offered to research plane shift for Fig at no charge and said that people ask things of her, but even if she cared about them, they never cared about her (save Fig who does care which makes it different and that's exciting)

Pulled out a firy feather with a squawk and handed it to Fig (if Fig holds if aloft and says her name, she will know)

Said if anything happened to Fig in the nightmare forest, she would "... start over" because she would never be able to forgive herself

Said she would go back to Leviathan to research Plane Shift and would return after that, intending to shrink the library later

"Goodbye for now. By the nine winds and the seven stars and all the secret names of the earth and beyond, I shall see you again. This is my vow." (resulting in Fig replying "Fuck yeah [is/that's] my vow." and Ayda saying "God you're great and cool. Goodbye!")

Sandra Lynn

Was more affectionate with Gilear than she had been the rest of the trip

Left Hangman in charge while she slept in the van

Spoke to the wood elves and Nuathura on behalf of the teens (while they slept til 1pm)

Gilear

Was trying to move the van to get ready for the teleport to Leviathan early that morning. Had the van in neutral with the door open when he tried to let his feet skim over the morning dew on the grass. He had put his apple in his mouth to shift when his trousers caught in the axle of the wheel, tearing them and sucking him under the left wheel well (WHY DIDN'T VAN SAY ANYTHING to anyone!???)

Really had to pee even before he got stuck and only made it 10 minutes before he gave up

The apple was jammed into his mouth (and later covered in ants). He couldn't bite through it because it was pressed against the carriage of the van and he couldn't scream to loud because ants would get in his mouth

Overheard the dance and spent most of his day sweating and crying

Was found later that night, still caught in the front left wheel well, covered in rubber residue and oil, with a browing ant covered apple in his mouth

Didn't need medical attention, but admitted that he did piss himself while under there

Got a hug from Kristen, Gorgug took his apple and tossed it, and Fabian tried to be nice to him about Hallariel not noticing him missing until Gilear asked for an honest response, which he answered with "Of course not Gilear, don't be dumb!" to which Riz said "Guys, he's not dumb; he's just pathetic." (Also found out Hallariel ate all his yogurt)

Adaine mended one of the tears in his pants, but then said "I'm not gonna mend your piss pants, here's another pair." and gave him new ones from her jacket followed by a boot cut pair of pants, Chelsea boots, denim vest, chambray embroidered shirt, and a beret. The kids (including Fabian) approved of his new look. His favorite part of the outfit was the beret.

Said he preferred pants with very narrow ankles and a wide front and back carriage to the seat

Fig told him that she loved him and apologized for not realizing where he was

The teens gave him one hot tub to himself

Was given a massage by Sandra Lynn while laying on one of the day beds in one of the public rooms (when she told him that he needed to make it a part of his routine, he responded that he was extremely broke)

Slept in the van that night

Spoke to the wood elves and Nuathura on behalf of the teens (while they slept til 1pm)

Decided to make sandwiches for everyone for their trip and looked a little different than normal, stood up straighter, and was wearing his new outfit

Baxter

Sat on a branch on top of Hollyhill and slept outside

Grabbed Kristen and Tracker in his claws while Fig and Sandra Lynn road on his back to Shrine of Thorns

Van

Left inside fenced in area at Hollyhill (can't cast fly on him)

Hallow extends out 60 feet from him, so the kids camped outside on matresses from the house

Hangman

Was left in charge during the party, but told the kids "No rules."

In the middle of a dramatic speech defending Gorgug, the tinkerers jumped on him (to examine him with their artificers glasses), resulting in him very much wanting to run them over

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Class 1-A Cuddle Routine

They were chasing little muffin when she went to Aizawa's form and took a nap right beside Aizawa's face. Ashido, Uraraka, Shinsou, and Kaminari had took out their phones and silencing it before snapping the rare view.

what happen when you mixed a tired and bored teenagers, a truth or dare, and a sleeping teacher? A CUDDLEFEST!!

It was a prank, something that had sparked when they saw their always tired homeroom teacher sleeping inside his yellow sleeping bag. Aizawa had been more tired than usual, they noticed, and had slept after a brief announcement of impending test next week and let them have the next 60 minutes free, as long as they didn't go outside or bother him. So they played with Kouda's bunny, muffin. They were chasing little muffin when she went to Aizawa's form and took a nap right beside Aizawa's face. Ashido, Uraraka, Shinsou, and Kaminari had took out their phones and silencing it before snapping the rare view. Since they couldn't play with muffin anymore, they were confused on what to do and they still have 45 minutes to go before Present Mic's class. So they play truth or dare. Being a prideful boy, Bakugou asked for a dare and sly Shinsou dared him to sleep beside Aizawa for 10 minutes. The light blonde was about to explode Shinsou's face but interrupted by Kirishima and Ashido's intervention. So the explosion king grumbled but took a seat beside the softly snoring underground hero. Bakugou didn't think he could even get to sleep but proven wrong when the whole class heard a louder snoring and Bakugou's mouth open. He was in deep sleep. Next was Hagakure and Asui who were curious and strolled to the front of the class and plopped down to sit on Aizawa's left side because Bakugou had taken the right. The two had brought their bag without its content and use it as pillows. The two quickly joining Bakugou and Aizawa to dream. Not long after, they had just realized that Kouda was asleep on a sitting position against the wall near Aizawa's head. Beside him Shoji had dozed off and Aoyama snuggled in the middle. When Ojirou realized Hagakure had slept in front, he went to the front and slept sitting like three other boys did beside her. The pack was getting bigger and looking interesting by the minute. Another five minutes and Deku stood and placed his empty bag near Aizawa's leg, right beside Bakugou's spread legs. Uraraka joined the girls side along with Jirou, sleeping beside Hagakure, next to Ojirou's legs. Yaoyorozu yawned while creating several blanket to covered those who had slept and those who haven't, leaving them on a neat pile on the teacher podium. 20 minutes left had most of them joined. Kirishima throwing his arm on Bakugou's waist, head beside Kouda's leg. Todoroki had laid on his side between Midoriya and Bakugou. Sero and Tokoyami had took one of the blanket Yaoyorozu provided and slept on the wall beneath the window. Ashido's head was on Iida's lap as the class representative had huffed before folding his arms in front of his chest and slept on the corner beside Tokoyami and Shoji. Kaminari connected 3 tables and slept on top of them. Sato curled inside the hollow part of the podium, soft blue blanket covering him. Meanwhile Shinsou, being insomniac, helped covering some of them who had slept without blanket after Yaoyorozu slept and took several pictures. When it was 5 minutes left, he stood up and wait outside the classroom for his next teacher. True to his thinking, 2 minutes later Present Mic came with spring on his steps. He quirked his eyebrows at the purplette standing in front of 1-A door. Shinsou merely put a finger on his lips and his other father mimicking his signal by 'zipping' his mouth. Shinsou nodded then held out his phone. Mic watched him fumbled for a while before something on the screen almost made him squealed. Apparently, Shinsou shown Aizawa's sleeping form circled by his students sleeping, except for Shinsou of course. Then, when Shinsou was sure Mic wouldn't suddenly scream, he opened the door. The two slipped inside quietly and saw the mostly same view as Shinsou's photo. The changes were slight like Aizawa no longer curling, muffin the bunny had took another nap on Kouda's lap, Bakugou's hand reached Kirishima's on top of his body unconsciously, Midoriya turned in his sleep and now facing Todoroki, and other small changes. But none of them giving any hint of wakening. Mic had took a picture right after they came in and another one focusing on his Shouta's. Then the two chattered quietly like they usually did on the chairs near the door. When Aizawa heard the school's bell, his perky ears roused him from his glorious nap. He was tired before, more than he usually did because his mission last night had ended one of the biggest drug cartels in the city. He didn't get even an hour sleep before he had to come to school so he skipped his way to his home and went to UA instead. Upon arriving he had texted Hizashi about the whole thing and slept for 15 minutes in the teacher's lounge. When the bell rang, he dragged his sleepy form to class 1-A, giving a brief announcement of test week and proceed to sleep the rest of homeroom. Now the usual bell had rung again, signaling him to pack up and leave before Hizashi arrived. Slowly he grabbed the inner zipper of his sleeping bag. Then he willed his eyes to open. He supposed that was when his mind should have told him something was amiss. But a yawn interrupted his loading mind and he tried to stretch only to retract it back as it hit something. Aizawa still lying on his back, hand raised, trailed his eyes upward to see Kouda sitting with his head downward and saw someone -is that Aoyama?- leaning to Kouda and one of Shoji's tentacle on Aoyama's shoulder. Aizawa blinked then looked to his left side where he found Asui, Hagakure, Ojirou and several others in many variety sleeping pose. He turned his head to the right and found Bakugou's hand near his face and on far wall was Tokoyami and Sero asleep with Tensei's little brother on the corner, pink strands on his laps. A little bit down and he recognized Midoriya's green tuft near Todoroki's red and white hair. He was almost startled when he saw Sato's spiky hair hidden by the shadow casting over the bottom of the podium. Then he looked up again and saw familiar blonde long hair and emerald orbs grinning at him. "Morning, sleeping beauty" Aizawa easily recognized his spouse voice anywhere. Then his raised hands -it was still risen when he observed his surrounding- were held gently and pulled by Yamada. In his new position, he finally saw the entirety of his class and Kaminari who was drooling on the tables. He also noticed Shinsou sitting near the door, phone on hand. When Shinsou saw him, he immediately pocketed his phone and knelt beside Mic. Despite the dark circles beneath his eyes, the boy's grinned was sly enough to know he watched blackmail material. But in his confuse state, he could only asked the obvious. "What happened?" Shinsou retelling the whole story while Mic helped Aizawa walking so he won't accidentally arouse or step on his student. When Shinsou had finished, Aizawa groaned and let out a huff. He knew exactly why they were all tired. Afterall, internship had just finished two days ago and Aizawa couldn't imagine how tiring it was if Bakugou and Iida could slept through the school bell. Aizawa gave Yamada a look in which the voice hero answered with a shrug and a smile. Let them rest, Shouta. So Aizawa nodded and the three decided to talk as quite as possible in Shinsou's last place. It was 5 minutes before lunch time and the trio was discussing on how to awake them all. They didn't even twitch when the bell rang previously which meant they also wouldn't hear lunch break bell which was more of a song more than a wake up bell. Aizawa had considered asking Yamada to yell 'wake up' but thinking of his students well-being, especially Bakugou who had tell-tale signs of being deaf. He would talk to the kid later. Shinsou had given him the option of rousing them one by one which was definitely better but would take quite energy to simply knelt beside each of them and shaking their shoulders. But then he was reminded on when the USJ short trip he had a hard time on waking Kirishima and Ashido. The two was sleeping like a log and Asui nearly gave him a heart attack when she slept without breathing. While he was contemplating between the choices, they all heard a sharp shock shout followed by a loud thump. Some of them immediately roused and sat quickly, Tokoyami startled and succeeded in waking Sero, while the rest was slowly waking up, Bakugou blinking, and few of them still sleeping, Rikido peacefully hidden still drooling. Meanwhile Aizawa, Yamada, and Shinsou had tracked the impromptu alarm to be Kaminari Denki who fell from the tables when turning in his sleep. The electric boy was rubbing his nose, he fell face first, when he saw three pairs of feet near him. He looked up and met the faces of two teachers and one Shinsou Hitoshi. Kaminari yelled in surprised, "I am sorry I overslept!!" and managed to roused more sleepy heads. Rikido apparently awoke by Kaminari's yelling and stood quickly to realize he was still in the podium when he tackled the wooden podium and groaned in pain. In the end it was a mixture of school bell and Present Mic's laughter -Oh god Rikido!- which managed to awaken them all, except for Kirishima who was awoken by Bakugou explosion in front of his face -Why is your fucking hand on me, you shitty hair!- and Hagakure clinging to Ojirou's leg mumbling five more minutes. When they all looked up, it was to Present Mic slouching form, one arm on Aizawa's shoulder the other on his stomach hurting from laughing; Shinsou Hitoshi yawning and telling his dads he went first, and their homeroom teacher deadpan face. The underground hero sighed, Kaminari sitting straight beside his legs, and told them," Good morning. It's lunch time. Don't forget to wash your face." Then left with Yamada still chattering about the whole demise. They each looked at each other, thinking the same thing and proceeded to do what Aizawa said. The next time they slept together again was faster than they expected. It was during their first test, math test, when Shinsou slept after turning his paper after 30 minutes of working on it. Aizawa looked to see some students pleading face. He sighed again and allowed them to sleep if they were finished. Few students gave him the answer paper and folded their arms on the table to prepare sleeping. They were all awoke by Present Mic's loud yelling, "Shoutaaaaaa! Let's have lunch!!!!" The next day, they put small pillows under their desk and each homeroom time slept near one Aizawa Shouta.

#boku no hero academia #class 1-a #erasermic #eraserhead #present mic #kiribaku #tododeku #shinsou hitoshi #fanfiction #fluff #domestic #ao3 #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #aizawa x hizashi

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professional-benaddict · 6 years

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Mafiaboss!Tony and Pet!Peter

I was struck with an idea when I was in the car listening to the Polar movie soundtrack

Mafia boss Tony, 18+ pet/keptboy Peter, advisor Stephen, driver Happy, car crashes, threats and use of violence, guns and knives

“Daddy, you were so stern out there, made me so hard in my pants.” Peter purred so sweetly that even Stephen shot the pair a glance from the passenger seat. “You amaze me every day, fooling the coppers time and time again, like the king of the concrete jungle you are.”

“Baby, just ask for it already. You won’t get anywhere by flattering me.” Tony rasped back with a sinister chuckle, grasping the boy’s chin in his hand and tugging the boy closer to bite the boy’s plump bottom lip. Peter made a little whimper, but soon it turned into a low moan in the back of his throat as the older man began dominating his mouth, making him breath through his nose.

They were on their way to the mansion after a successful deal in the more outcast areas of the busy city, away from all the eyes and ears. Happy was driving, like always, and Stephen was sat beside him in the passenger seat, tapping away on his iPad. The advisor was rarely seen without the iPad, but what he was doing on it only Tony all knew about. The same principal, that one show know as little as possible, also applied to Peter. He did not know what the deal had been about, but still got to accompany Tony to it, a delicious eye candy and price for the Boss to show off. The meeting barely lasted two whole minutes, so Peter did not even get to the end of the song he was listening to through his AirPods before they returned to the back of the car. And there they were, with Peter on the floor in between his Daddy’s legs getting his lips bruised by rough kisses and bites.

All of a sudden, Happy hit the breaks and the tyres screeched audibly, but the driver was just a fraction too slow to react and the car crashed into something. The vehicle took most of the blow, but still all four in the car jerked forwards, but most of all Peter who was on the floor. The boy hit his head on the back of the front drivers seat.

“Happy! What the fuck?” Tony barked, sitting up straighter before he saw Peter holding the back of his head. “God, baby, you okay? Peter!”

“What happened? For God's sake, you never mess up, Happy.” Stephen snapped at Happy.

“It wasn’t my fault, I swear, they came at us! You all right back there?”

“Yeah, I’m all right…” Peter winced, climbing up to sit next to Tony who had his hands all over him, checking for injuries.

“Happy, I swear I would have strangled you personally if Peter had been hurt. I hired you precisely because you never fuck up! Driving, for fuck's sake, how hard can that be, Happy?”

“Tony.”

Looking through the windscreen, all four saw a woman exciting the car in front of them, the one that they had crashed into.

“Deal with her, Stephen, I’m tired. Shoot if you must, I don’t give a fuck. Happy, lets cont-“

“Boss, I think you have to deal with her yourself.” Looking out in front of the car, the woman stopped and crossed her arms, like she was waiting for Tony to exit the car and come talk to her. Shooting his Boss an apologetic look, Stephen shrugged his shoulders a little. Tony sighed audibly before straightening his tie and slipping on some sunglasses.

“For God’s sake, I just wanted a blowjob and a cheeseburger. Is that too much to ask?” The Boss grumbled to himself as he exited the car, slamming the door shut behind him. Leaning over in between Happy and Stephen, Peter looked as Tony went outside and stopped by the woman.

“Who is she?” Peter asked both Happy and Stephen, but the advisor was the one who answered, although not very satisfactorily.

“The less you know, the better, baby. Just sit back and your Daddy will be back in a minute.” Stephen assured, giving Peter a little smile. Tony would have stabbed his advisor in the gut if he heard him talking to his pet like he just did, but Peter didn’t tell on him. He liked Stephen and the more people who called him 'baby', the better. In addition, Tony wasn't the most sensitive man and could brush aside Peter's insecurities with a dismissive hand gesture. Stephen, however, always picked up on when the boy began fiddling nervously and reassured him the best he could. Still, Peter did not like how this mysterious woman was making his Daddy more stressed than he already was.

The woman was in her early 20's, almost as young as Peter was. But unlike him, she had long blonde hair, but it looked dyed as her roots were much darker. She was dressed in a short and tight black dress, which looked far too cold for a late October night and the leather jacket she wore on top did not give her much warmth. Looking closer, Peter could see that her makeup was ruined, with long black lines running down her cheeks from her eyes.

Whatever conversation Tony and this woman were having seemed to heat up, as Tony gestured to the seats and then briefly at the bulk in the front, but mostly at the passenger seats. For some reason, Peter had a feeling Tony was talking about him. The woman brought her hands to her hair, tugging at it from the roots before throwing her hands in the air and shouting at Tony. Peter did not like it one bit, even though he could not hear anything they were saying. Stephen did not seem to like it either as he retrieved his gun and moved to step out of the car as well, but not before addressing Peter.

“I'll be right back, babe, just sit tight. You’ll get your burger soon.”

But before Happy could lock the doors again after Stephen left, Peter jumped out too, cutting off the driver's protests by slamming the door shut. All eyes were on Peter and the woman pointed at him accusingly.

”That's your new pet? Him? Tony, I thought we had something!”

”Yes, exactly. We had, we don't anymore.” Tony snapped, only mild interest showing on his face before he turned to look at his pet and spoke firmly. “Peter, get back in the car. Now.” But, Peter didn't go back and instead walked closer, causing Stephen to shoot him a warning look.

”Whatever that cock-sucker does, I can do better, Tony. And you know that.” The woman argued, her voice high and desperate, but Tony just scoffed at her and turned his head in boredom. Looking at the woman's trembling throat, Peter lifted his fingers carefully to pull out a sleek blade from his sleeve. ”Come on, let's go somewhere so we can talk.”

”I think we've done enough talking for today, Vanessa.” Stephen said and finally pulled out his gun, pointing it at the woman who stumbled back. ”Get in your car and drive away, you have ten seconds.” But the woman didn't budge and let Stephen approach her, pressing the gun just above her heart on her shaky chest. Turning to Tony, the woman spoke quietly, her voice trembling with sobs.

”Tony... Daddy, please, I-”

Before she could utter anything more, the woman gasped out and choked on her breath, her hands coming up to her throat where a knife was sticking out, causing blood to run down her chest and stain her dress. Whipping their heads around, both Tony and Stephen gawked at Peter. With a little grin, the boy showed another knife in his other sleeve.

”Shall I finish her off? Or could you, Stephen? I would rather not have to clean these, again.” The boy said almost too casually, fingering the shiny blade resting in his palm and watched with mild disgust as Vanessa fell to her knees, choking and coughing up blood. With a lazy hand gesture, Tony gave Stephen the signal and the advisor stepped closer to the dying woman, kicking her onto her back before firing one bullet, making Vanessa fall silent for good.

Stalking over to Peter, Tony grabbed the boy by the nape of his neck roughly, pulling him into a kiss. Peter stumbled a little on his feet and placed both his hands on Tony's chest to hold himself steady, moaning into the kiss. Meanwhile, Stephen pulled the knife out of the corpse's throat, wiping off the worst of the blood on her dress before standing up.

Tony only pulled away when Peter was breathless, but did not let go of his neck.

“What was that for?” The older man asked, his brows knit together in a puzzled expression.

“No one gets to call you Daddy but me.” Peter answered simply, making Tony growl and grin before pulling his pet back into another deep kiss.

#my prompts #wEll look whos back in the game #game of trying to make smth decent sksks #watch polar on netflix guys its a hella good one #starker #starker fic #starkerstrange #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker #tony stark #stephen strange

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Lesbian Asks!

Note: **I am not a lesbian, but some of these questions do pertain to me a lot. So, I’m answering all these questions because I think it might be something silly and fun to do while I’m self-quarantining. So, excuse the jokes I have made, bits of sarcasm, or if I go a little bit too dark or something for you all. And, if you guys have any questions or need any further clarification about some of the answers I have given. I’m going to be opening up my ask box for a couple of days to answer them, but you’re more than welcome to shoot me a private message. Just keep it respectful and civil, please and thank you. **

1) Femme or butch?

a) Femme Fatale. The character archetype that has drawn in millions of men and women through literature, art, and now the media over the course of centuries because of her mysterious allure, charm, and wit. As it is a thrilling and intriguing experience because you just don’t quite know what the person might do next and it makes you keep guessing, but it also can be an extremely deep and rewarding relationship without words ever being spoken. Plus, I’ve always loved a good mystery to try and solve. And, one of them obviously being the consciousness of the human mind.

2) Do you have a “type”? If so, describe it

a) Hm…. I wouldn’t say I have a “type”, but I think I would like a person who would respect my boundaries, honor their commitments, be honest about their mistakes in life, acknowledge their faults, and be willing to change and grow to better themselves, have morals, values, and commitments that they can stick to because it would prove to me in some way that they are loyal. At least to something. However, that’s something difficult to serve up on a platter. So, let’s just say my “type” is a person who has flaws, but is a good-natured person and is trying their best to be the best version of themselves they can be.

3) Plaid button-ups or leather jackets?

a) What if you own a bunch of plaid button-ups and leather jackets in your closet? What do I do with that? Wait. Is this a preference of style on a person? Uh…. I’m going to have to skip because I don’t really have one. Mostly, because a woman can look good in both and kick a guy’s ass while doing it. So…. yeah. No preference.

4) Describe your style

a) Jeans. Long-sleeve/T-Shirt. Jacket/Hoodie/Cape. Boots/Tennis Shoes. Minimal/ No Makeup. Occasional Dress, Shorts, Heels, and Sandals. Minimal Makeup/Full Makeup Routine (DO NOT HAVE at least currently). Those are the most common things you’ll find me wearing. But, here’s the kicker. Comfortability. I repeat. Comfortability. I can’t tell you how many times my heels have bled while wearing regular shoes or heels while walking on them or bruised the side of my toes or feet while wearing flats or sandals. Ugh. Fashion does not need to be painful people. You can look good and be comfortable in your own skin without being in pain. Plus, who wants to feel like your dress is falling off you between your legs while you’re at an event? Other than when you’re having sex or at least about to do so.

5) Describe your aesthetic

a) Um, okay there is no cute way to describe this. I’m a nerd. I like playing video games late into the night, reading books, comics, or manga for hours that I forget the last time I ate, diving into a new anime, K-drama, or old cartoon that I stay up till the next morning watching, struggling to write and publish stories, and doing cosplays while meeting new and interesting people. But I also love watching documentaries about history, science, and art. I can’t stand to be inside too long because I feel claustrophobic and it reminds me of being trapped in a room with someone I don’t particularly like. So, I take hour long walks in my neighborhood, woods, forest, cities, and beaches while blasting really loud music that will probably damage my ears in the long run. So, don’t expect me to hear a single thing you’ve said when I have them on because it takes forever to get my attention since I have such a one-track mind. Plus, I’m terrible at cooking almost burnt down my friend’s house once with a microwave. Hence, why I prefer doing the prep work, dishes, and gardening. Though, don’t ask me to slaughter a live chicken. I can’t do it.

6) Favorite article of clothing?

a) A jacket. Did you expect anything else?

7) Favorite pair of shoes?

a) Boots. Specifically, Steel-Toed Boots. So, if you ever drop anything heavy on yourself, it doesn’t hurt as much or if someone is really bothering you. It gives you an extra kick.

8) Current haircut?

a) Long Hair w/ side bangs. I’m cutting it for the summer to be above my shoulders just because summers are just hot and long hair is just difficult to deal with when it is hot and sticky on your face.

9) Any haircut goals for the future?

a) I’m hoping at some point I can get some red ombre at the ends of my hair because it adds a nice accent, but it’s not really necessary. I just really cut my hair shorter in the summer and let it grow the rest of the time. So, I’m not overtly cold in the winter/fall.

10) Describe the best date you’ve been on

a) I haven’t had one yet. So, really can’t tell you that one.

11) Describe the worst date you’ve been on

a) Can’t really tell you one that’s been that bad. Since I think every date has its worse and best points in a date. But maybe there is one and I just haven’t realized it yet. Does a guy who leaves you on the curbside count? Seriously, though. What counts as a worst date for you guys?

12) Single? Taken?

a) Single. Definitely, single. You can tell by how my friends get overly excited any time I’ve tried dating anyone or tried setting me up with someone they think would be a good match. Most of the time I think they’re giddier than I am about me going on a date with someone. My gosh. Actually, rewrite. I’m not giddy at all I’m just a bottle of nerves they just try to settle down before I actually go on the actual date. Lol.

13) If taken, talk about your girlfriend/wife!

a) You know, I would love to do this because it just would make me smile to read it. But, unfortunately. I don’t have one to talk about. So, if any of you have a girlfriend or wife you want to talk about here. Please do it. I want to read your stories.

14) If single, what are you looking for in a potential girlfriend/wife?

a) Err…. I’m not actually looking for anything in particular, really. I just want them to be a nice and good person who I can spend hours talking and spending time with and want to spend time with. Is that too much of an ask to the great universe of the world?

15) Describe your dream wedding

a) My dream wedding is having a small wedding with family and friends that love and support me and my relationship with my partner. I don’t really have an idea of what I really want for it, but what’s important is celebrating your relationship with the person you love. Maybe, outside? But, then you have to think about the weather and what’d it be like. So, maybe I should do it indoors. I don’t know, alright. I thought a wedding would always be something that you and your partner would discuss and figure out together, I guess.

16) Do you want kids?

a) What if you already have one? What happens then? Though, as of this moment I do not. I love them, don’t get me wrong and I would really love to adopt a child who really does need a home, but I’m just not financially stable to do so currently or am staying in one place long enough that would make a stable life for one. Hence, no kids currently.

17) If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?

a) Um, that’s a difficult question currently because my plan is to travel the world? So, is around the world a good answer because I’ve never actually felt at home anywhere and the last place, I really felt at home was in my hometown in California. But that isn’t really home anymore either. So…. yeah. I don’t really have a particular place I want to call home or live. Anybody have any ideas on that?

18) Favorite lesbian movie?

a) I’ve only ever watched one lesbian film called, Jenny’s Wedding. Which hit a little too close to home at the time. So, I only could watch the film in bits. But if anyone has any recommendations, I’m open to them. Just shoot me a message.

19) Favorite lesbian novel/story?

a) Okay, I love reading books. But this is the one thing lacking in my repertoire. Please recommend me something intriguing to read. I can’t stand the idiocy of human male and female relationship anymore currently. It is driving me nuts. So, I’m asking please let me go insane with other stories not dominated by male and female relationship. Otherwise, I would highly recommend you guys try reading Queen of Thieves. It’s a choice story written by several different writers for Lovestruck. So, you have several different partners that you can choose from. But, my god. The route for Vivienne Tang is just a gold mine and I’m salivating for the next season because it’s just so freaking good. If you’re reading this xekstrin. I love your work there and know that if you were to ever write a novel. I’m buying it. No questions asked. Oh, and tell your wife, “Hi!” for me too! =)

20) Favorite lesbian song?

a) Okay, so this sounds terrible. But I don’t have one because I just like the sound of the music, sound, or lyrics and it changes frequently. Not to say, that I don’t have any lesbian songs in my playlist because I probably do. However, I did look up some songs? And, apparently 1950 by King Princess from my Spotify playlist is one of them. So…. I probably have more, and I just don’t realize that they are there because I have a tendency of fantasizing about scenarios based upon the song and lyrics anyhow. But if anyone has any recommendation for songs. I’m down to listen to any of them.

21) Favorite lesbian musician?

a) So, I’m terrible with names and I barely ever look up an artist or even what their sexual orientation is. So, I’m going to have to say I don’t have one because I honestly don’t even have a favorite musician and even if I did, I don’t think I’d even know if they were lesbian. But I probably do have some lesbian musicians in my Spotify playlist? I just don’t think anything of it because if you like the sound, music, and lyrics then you listen to more of their music. At least that’s how I think about it. But it is different for other people. So, that’s understandable. Everyone has different tastes and ways they enjoy music. However, if you know some artists with songs, you’d think I’d enjoy. Shoot me a message.

22) What lesbian stereotypes do you fit into, if any?

a) What stereotypes? Can someone please educate me on this subject? Also, why? Other than, the reason it’s easier to identify the type of person because as much as I think it is utterly rude to do so I have to admit there is some truth to them. But not everything you hear about a particular stereotype is true. For example, not all goths are dark and brooding or wear black constantly. However, this might be a consistent part of their wardrobe because its comfortable or it’s their favorite color. So, sue them for wearing dark clothing and being interested in something they like.

23) Ever been assumed to be nothing more than a gal pal?

a) Oh god, yes. If you’ve ever met a girl who you’ve ever wanted to be more than friends with and they say, “You’re such a great friend.” That’s just your heart breaking into a million pieces, dude. Hope you have a dustpan and a lot of glue because that’s going to take a while to work through with all the tears and blood spilled over it. So…. yeah.

24) If a woman wanted to woo you, what would a surefire way to accomplish that?

a) Uh…. I have no idea. I guess you’d have to date me to figure that out. Lol.

25) Be positive! What do you like most about being a lesbian?

a) I’m not one, but I can tell you what I admire about you guys. And, that’s your strength because you guys take on so much scrutiny and blame for things in media and even in your own communities and that takes a lot of strength to do. So, I’m proud of you guys for being so strong and supporting each other when things get tough. For those of you who are still in the closet, I hope one day you find a safe place where you can come out to your loved ones and be comfortable with who you are because finding that place is just as important as finding the person you want to spend forever with too.

26) Are you more of a cat person or a dog person?

a) Totally, a dog person. Mostly, because my friends keep telling me I look like a kicked puppy every time they tell me we can’t do something. Like go to the nearest frozen yogurt shop after just eating out at a restaurant or doing something inappropriately dangerous. Though, I’ve been living with like three different cats for almost two to three years now on and off. So, maybe. I’m actually a cat person.

27) Turn ons?

a) Wit. You can’t honestly say you wouldn’t love a woman who could tease you with her extensive vocabulary and had you begging on your knees for more. Would you?

28) Turn offs?

a) Arrogance. Look, if all you care about is yourself and how important you are to the world. Then, that’s great and good for you. But that really doesn’t leave a lot of room for you and I that doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed your space and time alone when you need it or even to celebrate your achievements, but also give your partner that same respect too.

29)Do you usually ask other women out or do you wait for them to ask you?

a) I actually try not to ask them out, but it always ends in failure. So…. yeah. I ask them out.

30) What is your dream career?

a) To be able to work as a traveling librarian while being an investigative reporter that writes novels and scripts for film and tv, but also can work on film and tv sets as part of their set or run crew when I’m not traveling or writing. That’s a dream. Really, it is my dream career.

31) Talk about your interests or hobbies!

a) I think I’ve spoken about them in length enough. So, I suppose I’ll just tell you what you can probably find me doing on a regular Friday night. Which is watching a show intently on my television or laptop and screaming at the screen or reading a book on the bed or couch with my ear plugs on while drinking sprite and hot cocoa with a blanket wrapped around me.

32) What is the most attractive quality a woman can have?

a) Again, I don’t know I think it really depends on the person you are with because the thing that you find initially attractive might not be same after you get to know them. Not to say, that it is a bad thing. But that love is sort of evolving and as your relationship grows with the person, you’re with the things you love about the person will change too. So, I think that the most attractive quality a woman can have is just being able to be genuine or be comfortable with themselves because if it feels forced. It’ll feel forced to the other person too. I guess. Am I making any sense here?

33) Do you love easily, or does it take time for you to warm up to someone?

a) That’s a difficult question because sometimes it takes time for me to warm up to someone, I don’t really know all that well when I first meet them and other times, I’m really open about it. I think it really depends on the person, though.

34) Ever fallen for your best-friend?

a) Yes. My best friend in high school. She and I had been friends since 7th grade in middle school. We used to talk and hangout all the time after school using a messenger application and I hadn’t realized it until much later. But, by that point she was already with someone else and I didn’t really want to impose my feelings or strain the relationship. Though, I’m pretty sure her girlfriend at the time knew something was up because I don’t think she liked me very much. Though, understandable considering things. So, eventually the relationship sort of faded out as she started hanging out with my friends and I less and less as her and her girlfriend got closer.

35) Ever fallen for a straight girl?

a) That’s a good question. I probably have and passed it off as me just being a caring friend. Which, with my sexual orientation becomes a little difficult to differentiate between sometimes, anyhow. Seriously, it is a freaking headache.

36) The L-Word: yes or no? (love it or hate it?)

a) Are you talking about the word lesbian or love because I don’t necessarily hate the word on either side of things it’s just…? Can we (people) really not think of a better word to describe it? I mean. I know it’s pretty hard to find a word that encompasses the meaning of something, but people make up words all the time. But I think for right now the word lesbian works and is fine. So, thoughts?

37) Favorite comfort food?

a) Soup. There is literally no other food that makes me feel happier when I’m sick or upset. Especially, if it’s made by someone you love because it makes it all the more special. Though, don’t be surprised if I ask for seconds and then just skip to dessert instead.

38) Coffee or tea?

a) Tea. I don’t drink coffee as much. It’s just too bitter for me, not that there aren’t teas that aren’t bitter, but I’ve always had to put so much sugar and milk into my coffee that it doesn’t make any sense to just waste the coffee. Hence, any time I get coffee it goes straight to my mom or one of my friends who practically runs on it. And, I just don’t do that as often when I’m drinking tea. Except, for Thai Tea. Which basically is like coffee for me.

39) Vegetarian? Vegan? None of the above?

a) Neither. I’m willing to try vegan food, though. Just don’t expect me to be entirely excited about it.

40) Do you have any pets?

a) I have a cannibalistic goldfish. And, before you ask. Yes, she does eat other fish. I call her Cannibal, it used to be Christy. But, now it’s just Cannibal.

41) Early-riser or night-owl?

a) Night-Owl. I can’t seem to get up that early for some odd reason. Oh, well. I try to, though. Key word: Try.

42) What is your sign?

a) Are you asking what my astrology sign is? If you are it’s a Cancer. I was born on the 6th of July. Apparently, I was supposed to be a 4th of July baby. Lol, that would have been an event. However, if you’re asking what year I was born then I’m going to have to say I was born in the Year of the Ox in the element of fire. You can probably figure out the rest from there I suppose.

43) Can you drive?

a) Yeah, I drive. I’ve only been driving for a couple of years, though. I am actually really terrified of driving on the road. It’s why it took so long for me to get my license and that I actually don’t particularly like driving. I’d actually prefer if I could walk, fly, bike, subway, train or bus somewhere, but most places in the United States don’t have much of a transportation system that is consistent or reliant enough to do so here. Unless, you live in a bustling city like New York. Hence, we have overpriced dangerous honking killing machines zipping through the roads. So, drive safely guys.

44) Who was your first lesbian crush?

a) My first lesbian crush? Hm…. a girl I met in college I guess? She was in the same major and courses I was but was a year behind me technically. She was a really intelligent and nice person, though I wasn’t able to actually hangout with her as much because I had other priorities at the time. The funny thing was I didn’t even know she was a lesbian until a friend of mine told me when the two of us went to trivia night at a bar that my friends and I frequented. Now, before you ask. How could you not know? And, my answer is I’m an oblivious child. Seriously, I have a bucket of stories that will tell you that along with my friends who have stood or sat right next to me and watched a girl or guy flirt with me and ask me out and I being a completely dense human being. Don’t catch it.

45) At what age did you know you were a lesbian?

a) Hm…. when did I know I liked girls? Probably forever ago just didn’t want to admit to it because I was told so many times it wasn’t “right” to do so. But, I don’t think I really knew officially until I was in high school when my friends at lunch one time all spoke about some guy or girl they liked, and I didn’t really have anyone in particular I liked at all. Well, I did. Just didn’t tell her because I was in denial at the time that I wanted more than just a friendship. Which, is a situation I think a lot of people have been in before.

46) At what age did you come out (if you have)?

a) Came out to my close friends in college freshman year. But technically I told my grandmother way before that when I was in 4th/5th grade one time when I was really upset about a bunch of kids bullying me at school and just outrightly told her when she asked if I liked anyone and I said, “I don’t like anyone. Boys suck and I don’t even really like girls all that much either.” And, she laughed then said that’s okay. Just focus on doing what you like to do, and the rest will sort itself out. Plus, boys and girls can be really immature anyhow. (Apologies, to my little brother if you ever read this. But you have to admit you were a real brat to handle as a child. Love you, anyhow though.) Then, I unwillingly came out to my parents after graduating from college when I got wrapped up in some family drama. Woof, that was a horse. But it is over with now. Nothing, I can do about it now.

47) Are you crushing on anyone at the moment (celebrity or otherwise)?

a) Hahaha……. yeah. But she is currently unavailable and that’s okay. I’m not really in any rush to be in a relationship currently.

48) Talk about how your day went

a) What do you talk about when you are stuck in quarantine? Do you tell the internet you spent the last three days trying to finish answering a Lesbian Ask! Questionnaire because you were really bored and was tired of staring at job applications all day? Because that’s what happened.

49) Talk about your dreams/aspirations for the future

a). I hope that one day I get to settle down somewhere and call it home. Have a loving partner, a kid, a dog, and two cats. And hopefully, it’ll be somewhere in New York or at least close to there because it seems like every single one of my friends plans on moving there at some point. Lol.

50) Least favorite gay celebrity?

a) Wow. Great question. No idea. Lol. Like I said. I don’t know much about celebrities and their sexual orientation because it shouldn’t matter what someone’s sexual orientation is. Since it shouldn’t change a person perspective about you because you’re still you. Nothing’s changed. Just the fact that your friends, family, and close relatives now know a little bit more about the type of person you like. Nothing else. And, if someone wants to give you crap about it. Let them be small, ignorant, and stuck in the past while you get to enjoy and see the world for what it is. A very dark scary dank place that screws over a lot of people sometimes, but overall, it’s a relatively nice, beautiful, and an ever evolving place that always seems to keep you on your toes.

#lgbtq #lesbian #demisexual #lesbian visbility day

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First time

So we decided to do this new thing for us. We had been living in my mother-in-law's house for the past couple of years bc it was empty and someone needed to be living there among other reasons. Well back a couple of months ago through a few different circumstances we all decided it was best if she moved back in with us until we could find us a new place. Long story short my husband is in construction and we had been talking about getting a camper so it's easier for us to move with the job. Well we bought one and had planned to do a few renovations before moving into it. That didn't happen. One of us...me...can't stand living with other family members except my husband including both mine and his parents because well I have been on my own as an adult since I was 20 yrs old for the most part as in had my own place trying to stand on my own feet. I just have problems living under someone else's roof and feel like everything I do is being scrutinized. I also have issues with someone coming in a changing everything I have setup in a place I'm residing in without asking or them putting my stuuf out on the porch when I'm not home. Yes I blew up and yes I showed my true colors. I got called disrespectful because I blew up. Long story short we are now living in the camper. Very few renovations have been done. We moved all our furniture to my old trailer which is nothing but storage now thanks to my ex husband. And almost all of the rest of our stuff is split between my trailer and our camper. We made this change in 2 days. Now we all know how hard any move is on us spoonies. We pay dearly for it. I was already in a small flare from the stress I'd been under then added the exhaustion of moving to it the end result hasn't been very pretty. I spent most of the week in bed. I spent Thursday in severe pain worse than I'd ever been in before but I was able to get relief with a toradol that knocked me out so I slept all day. Then on Sunday the level my pain reached was unimaginable! I tried everything in my toolbox (advil, flexeril, hot shower, laying flat, stretches, walking, balling up in a little ball, even toradol) nothing touched the pain! I finally got so exhausted that my body gave up fighting and shut down for the next 12-14 hrs I slept like a baby. A very painful baby but a baby none the less. I had cried in pain so much I cried myself to sleep. My husband had tried to get me to go to the ER for 2 days and I refused because I didn't want to be treated like a drug seeker. I normally won't take opioid pain meds very often because I prefer to function but Sunday I would have at least tried one to see if it helped. I woke up Monday some time and felt pretty good except being a little sore. I have had a migraine off and on since moving in here. I learned something I really like about living in a camper though... It's much easier to make a camper dark and migraine friendly than it is to make a whole house migraine friendly. Lol Moving to a camper full time is a big decision for anyone but for us as spoonies the decision is something that needs to be considered on a different scale. Moving anywhere is a huge ordeal for us but if you are considering making the move to a full time rver ask yourself 3 questions:

1. Can I give myself the time I need to slowly move the important things at my pace to give my body time to rest everyday and the time that I need to go through my 1100+squ foot house and all its contents so I can downsize?

2. If you need special equipment like a wheelchair or handrails is a camper going to be able to accommodate those items if so what type of camper would work for your needs and would it need any modification?

3. Will my body handle sleeping on a camper mattress, and bedframe or will your mattress be best for you.

I don't have any special equipment that doesn't really fit in here but have decided to add a handrail outside and get some portable steps that aren't quite as far down as the first step on our camper. Some days my feet just don't get that high and I have days I'm very off balance like today so need a handrail as a just in case. We also took the queen size mattress out, knocked down the built in nightstands, and extended the bedframe to accommodate our king size mattress. It's a little harder than it was on the box springs so we will be adding a comfy mattress pad soon. Make sure your rv/camper works for your needs.

Now that we're in ours and my body has caught up some from the move we're gonna enjoy the ride. Just see where this road takes this spoonie next!

#spoonie #chronic pain #fibromyalgia #chronic fatigue #fibrowarrior #chronic fаtiguе ѕуndrоmе

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🏰⚔️🐲👑 DMODT 40. Ok. So this is short, but it doesn't fit with flicking back to Eren's POV. Yay for a small chapter!

By the time Levi finally found the strange dragon's house and clearing, the alpha was dead on his feet. Standing in the doorway of his modest stone house, the dragon waited until Levi practically collapsed before coming to his aid, lifting Eren from his hold and walking off into the house with him. Kneeling on the grass, Levi took a few deep breaths before using the sword to push himself up, then continued to lean heavily upon the sword as he limped his way forward. He wasn't letting some dragon make off with his dragon. Not when he'd worked far too hard to get them there in one piece. Walking into the house, he'd expected it to be large and airy inside, like Eren's tower. Instead it was small, and somewhat cramped. There was a basic bed, where the man was hovering Eren, a kitchenette and a table. Completely underwhelming in every single way. Making his way to the kitchen, he grabbed the first glass he could, pouring himself a glass of tap water and downing it like he hadn't had anything to drink in a year "If you're going to help yourself, bring me some water for him" "Yeah. Give me a moment" Levi wanted to wash his hands first, but found himself filling another glass of water and bringing it over for Eren. Passing it to the older dragon, Levi then dropped down on the bed. So exhausted, he couldn't find the effort to carry himself back to the sink "You took the long way, but you're finally here" "You could have helped at any time. He's sick and you healed him around the damage. What kind of dragon turns his back on another?" "I am under no obligation to help either of you" "Then why did you? You didn't have to come up last night and heal him, just like you didn't have to carry him inside. Just who are you? And why have you exiled yourself out here?" "The weather's great. The soils perfect for hops, and most of all, there's no one around" Beer. Of course. It was all about the beer. He hadn't even seen the man's face properly, only a few glimpses of ash blond looking scales "How old is he?" "Eren? He just turned 20" The strange paused unwrapping Eren's ruined robes "20?" There was a touch of sadness in the man's tone, Levi storing that fact away for later "Yeah. Whatever happened to him, I'm sure I'm responsible. If you don't want me here, that's fine. But he's innocent. He... He's only ever tried to help Eldia and it's people. Even before everything happened, he always cared about the people more than himself" "There's a shower outside. If you're going to sit and have a drink, you should at least clean yourself up" "Does everything revolve around alcohol for you?" "It's only in times of peace that we can sit back and enjoy a drink" Was Eldia still in a "time of peace"? There had been a lot of influential people at the party... "Shower. Take a load off. I'll see to this" "What are you going to do?" "Remove the debris. I can't very well leave it in there" "If you're doing that, I'm not leaving. I don't want him to wake up alone" "He won't wake up. Like I'm stupid enough to let him be awake for all of this. Besides, I doubt he'd wanted to see you when you look this bad. It hurts a dragon to see his rider looking so..." The dragon just waved his hand at him "Look. He's my dragon. If you're going to be treating him, treat him. But know this, if you so much as look at him the wrong way, I will tear your throat out" Something inside him felt wrong? as he made his intent known. Eren was beautiful and perfect, and his... yet, as much as he hated another male laying hands on his omega, Eren desperately needed help that Levi couldn't provide "So you do care? I was wondering about the lack of expression as declared he was yours. I was wondering if you were simply by his side for his powers, but I see you're just emotionally constipated. Don't worry, we'll get a few drinks into you and you'll lighten up in now time. Now go freshen up" "I'm not going anywhere until you at least tell me your name. I refuse to leave Eren in the hands of man who's proven to be nothing but a drunk" "Hannes. The names Hannes. Now go" Despite the fact he'd shared baths in public before, there was something about showering in the middle of a strange forest where anyone could be watching, that was off putting. The water was cooler than he'd normally like, but felt heavenly against his heated skin. He could feel the burn across his neck and shoulders, yet the warmth only sank skin deep. When his skin had cooled, and his body was scrubbed, he was back to feeling frozen inside. Having washed his pants, he had nothing to change into, leaving him forced to use the only towel outside... which had probably been all over Hannes's junk. Stupid shitty dragons. He'd told them to come down, and this was the kind of reception they were given. Dragging himself back into the house, Eren seemed be having the better time. No longer covered in blood, his fiancé was afforded some decency by being covered from the waist down by blankets "There's some clothes on the table. Put them on" He'd take clean clothes of a stranger, to a second hand towel any day of the week. Even when putting them on left him feeling like he'd dressed in Erwin's clothes by accident. Hannes hummed at his appearance "What?" "You'd still look better after a few beers. You're hungry, and hurt" "You'd be hungry and hurt, if you had to scale down that cliff face with a fucked up sword and unconscious fiancé. You seriously couldn't have given us a lift down?" "I had to know you were serious about helping your dragon" "And if we'd died?" "You're more likely to die before he does. I would have retrieved him and left you" Levi crossed his arms, glaring at Hannes as he sarcastically replied "That instills me with a level of trust I didn't know possible" Sitting down, Hannes shrugged "Humans have only ever cared for power and themselves, even those who find themselves on the fringes of humanity" "Like you?" "I've given up on humanity. I killed humans. I sent dozens to their death. And you see what that got me. I'm just an old drunk now. I've left my humanity behind me" Walking over to the bed so he wasn't left standing near the kitchen like a moron, Levi sank down and took Eren's hand in his. God. How was such an ugly looking bed so damn comfortable? No wonder Eren was out of it, this bed was even better than the omega's "Eren hasn't. He's still got hopes and dreams. He still sees the best in people, even when he really shouldn't" He'd attacked him, yet Eren had taken them away from the fall out... He should be locked away in the castle dungeons, yet here he was, unchained and free. Just stuck in the middle of nowhere, with no idea how to get them home "You've talked a lot about him. Not so much about you, or this sword of yours" When had Hannes retrieved the sword? Right. He'd had time when he showered... The sealed sword now propped up between where Hannes sat on a stool, and the wall "There's not much to talk about" "Given I feel the same energy flowing through both of you, that I feel from the sword... well..." Picking the sword up, Hannes examined it before finding it wouldn't open. Placing it down next to Eren, Levi shot a glare in the weapons direction "It's made from Obsydin's remains" Hannes frowned deeply, fishing a flask out his shirt as he did. Tilting the flask towards him, Hannes gave him all of half a second to react, before retracting his offer "He was supposed to have been destroyed. Even his clutch and offspring was said to have been destroyed" "The King made a blade to commemorate his death. 300-hundred-years later, and it still held enough magic to cause this" Cracking open the flask, Hannes drained it, before getting to his feet again and tossing the flask to the side. Placing one hand on Eren's stomach, he used his other to grasp one of the larger protruding sticks "That's rough" "You have no idea" "I am a dragon remember, I think I do" Levi's stomach chose just then to interrupt the conversation with a loud rumble. Probably not the best time given what Hannes was doing "Oh. Right. You need food. Give me one moment" Eren's body arched under Hannes's touch, the man's magic a kind of green as the stick slid slowly from Eren's stomach, blood coating it, yet not leaking from the wound. Placing the stick down, Hannes gave him a crooked grin "One down, 8 to go. How do you feel about fruit?" With his eyes still on Eren's stomach, Levi replied distractedly "What?" "Fruit. You eat it. Do you eat it?" "Oh. Yeah... is it really alright to be pulling those sticks out like that?" Hannes waved him off, his other hand reaching down next to the bed and pulling a persimmon from nowhere. Throwing it over, Levi eyed the fruit with suspicion "It's fine, and it's fine. You'll find most of the house is made from the wood of fruit trees" Persimmons were definitely not high up on his favourite fruits. He was tempted to pull an Eren and ask for an apple, but as it was, he was already trying not to be an arsehole "And you what? Magic up an order of fruit each time you feel like it?" "You're engaged to a dragon, yet you openly sniff and dodge magic. Next thing you'll be telling me you don't even recognise your own magic" "Of course I don't. I don't have magic. He's the omega and the dragon" Hannes gave him an odd look, before just brushing it aside "What? What was with that look?" "Nothing. Nothing at all. Shut up and eat, then sleep or whatever. He's not waking up any time soon" "He's not?" "No. Just a little bit of magic to keep him under" "He doesn't need anymore sleep. He slipped into a coma after his last heat, followed by pneumonia after it. His magic has been growing weaker by the day" "He's still a very sick kid. I can feel how infected his magic has become. It can't flow freely due to this collar, and his lungs aren't great, but that's to be expected" "Everyone says that, but I'm not sure I understand completely what that means" "He's a storm dragon. Storm dragons are the most powerful breed of dragon, or at least they used to be. Now days the time of dragons is coming to past. All these dragons care about is peace, none of them are prepared for war. This is depressing" "You didn't explain anything" "He's part dragon, and part human. His magic taps into every element, and if he honed his skills, he'd be formidable" "He's already a stubborn little shit. He doesn't need to be formidable. He needs to be ok" "Okay, is an objective stance on things. Will he live? Probably. How long? No idea. Are you talking when you should be eating? Definitely" "You like your questions don't you?" "You forget how to communicate with people when you live alone. Though, my social skills seem to be better than yours" "How long have you been living here alone?" Hannes moved to take the next bit of branch in his hands "If I answer, will you finally let me work in peace?" "Sure" "About 20 years. Give or take" 20 years... that was plenty of time to become warped and jaded. Though, the man hardly looked to be older than late forties... "You don't look that old" Fixing him with a steely gaze, Hannes managed to silence Levi's questions... for the time being, at least. * Levi didn't know what he'd done, only that it could be nothing good. When Eren woke the first thing he'd done was panic, the omega getting tangled in the sheets and falling to the floor with a pained whimper. When Levi had approached him, his fiancé had screamed at him not to touch him. This was what had alerted Hannes to the fact Eren was awake. Despite having never met him before, Eren had allowed the fellow dragon to help him off the floor, and more shockingly, he'd called Hannes by his name. When the initial shock of the situation had worn off, they'd sat down to a very awkward breakfast. Eren had devoured the food in front of him so fast, he'd only gotten half way through the meal before rushing to the sink to be sick. The whole time, Hannes sat quietly, watching the scene unfold. Apologising, Eren then excused himself and returned to bed, fooling no one as he huddled under the blankets and pretended to sleep. He'd fucked up big time, yet without Eren telling him what he'd done wrong, he could only sit there and silently brood in his anger until breakfast was done and Hannes was prompting Eren to get up and shower. The majority of the day was spent with Eren skirting around him. The omega was fine with Hannes, yet the moment Levi came close, Eren shut down. He couldn't stand it. He'd tried to bite his tongue, but all that had led to was this shitty situation and he was done with it. As they sat indoors, Eren was sitting on the bed with his knees to his chest. Hannes's clothes looking less ridiculous on the teen than they did on Levi's smaller frame. At the kitchen table, Hannes was playing some card game, leaving Levi to brood until he couldn't contain if any longer. Rising from the chair he was occupying, the alpha stalked over to his omega and grabbed Eren by the arm. His reaction was instant. Wide green eyes filled with pain as Eren tried to pull his arm from his grip, needless to say, Levi didn't let go "What the fuck is going on? I had to wait two days for you to wake up, now start talking" "M-master...?" Eren's voice trembled with fear yet he was clearly asking if Levi was Levi. Had he really changed that much? There wasn't a single mirror in sight, but Levi didn't feel like he'd changed that much. Not like Eren had with his black scales "The last thing I remember is looking for you at your birthday party. Then, I woke up to find you with half the forest in your stomach, and in a cave halfway up a fucking mountain" "It's... it's really you?" "Who the else would it be?" "I... he... you..." Taking a deep breath, it was tempting to smack the omega for not making sense "Levi, perhaps you should release him" "Stay out of this Hannes. We both waited for him to wake up, now he's pulling this "I'm scared crap"" Eren shook his head, deflating in on himself "I'm sorry. I don't feel very well" "That excuse isn't going to work. Hannes healed you. So stop avoiding the issue, before I'm forced to use a command on you" "Levi, I really think you ought to let him go" "He's supposed to be my fiancé. Yet he can't even stand to look at me. I guess this running away it just his cowardice" Unexpectedly, Eren half bolted forward before Levi's hold on his wrist brought him to a stop. There was no warning at all before the omega threw up on Hannes's bed. A mixture of what seemed to be crushed black scale, shimmered in the watery puddle. Realising Eren in confused disgust, Levi shifted away from the mess "I told you to let him go" "You didn't tell me he was about to puke his guts up" "You can't sense his distress?" "No?" He couldn't feel anything from Eren, and his scent was almost nonexistent in his nose. Hannes huffed a sigh "Eren. You should tell him" Hannes knew? When did that happen? "You know what the fuck happened?" "No. I've just been stuck with you two occupying my bed, and you're constant mutterings. I've gotten a feeling that Eren was terrified, and seeing that you showed up with him. It's basic mathematics" Wiping his mouth, Eren finally raised his gaze to actually look at him "Hannes is the dragon from my dream. The dream all of you said was only a dream..." "You ran away from the castle to chase a fucking dream? How stupid can you be?" "It wasn't just that... something happened at the party" It was easy. All his fiancé had to do was open his mouth and tell him what the fuck happened "No shit. I attacked you" Eren's eyes widened, quick to reply "You remember?" "No. But you just confirmed it. My fingertips matched the marks on your sides. Was it me? Or was it Obsydin?" There was a long and heavy silence, until Levi finally snapped "Eren, I command you to tell me what the hell we're doing. I want the truth from you" A look of hurt came across Eren's features, followed by a moment of silence before Eren looked away from him "You killed two innocent people, then took on the place mages. The infection has practically consumed your soul. You were casting magic and had no control over it. I subdued you and brought you to the dragon in my dream" Levi raised an eyebrow "I killed two people?" "I... I lost the charm bracelet you gave me. When they returned it, they started talking about Zeke and how he would help if you'd forced me into all of this. You slit Bertholdt's throat first. He was an omega. Then you slit the throat of Reiner, after gouging his eyes out with your thumbs. He was a castle master. Both were from Marley. They scared me a little, but you killed them for it. You didn't even try to talk to them... I can still feel their blood on me. I can see still hear them choking to death on their own blood... and I was dreaming about them before I woke..." Eren couldn't be lying. Not when he was under a command. Trembling, his lover moved to the opposite side of the bed to him, rather than in the middle "I don't know what happened. I passed out on the grass and when Erwin woke me, you... weren't you, but you weren't him either. You looked like him, but you were screaming and in so much pain. Like the magic was tearing you apart from the inside out. When I tried to stop you, you ran your claws into my side. I used what I could of my magic to restrain you, and render you unconscious. After that, Armin brought the sword. He'd followed me to where I'd hidden it. He even tried to draw it... Erwin told me to take you and go. I know you don't believe that my dream was real, but Hannes is the dragon Historia said could help. He's one of the oldest dragons in existence, so I flew us here. I don't remember what happened after that" Okay... yeah. This could be a problem. He'd killed two Marley nationals, then attacked the palace mages. No wonder Erwin had told Eren to take him away. The castle was probably in chaos right now. People would be demanding answers "Fuck..." "Yeah. You could say that... I think I need to get some fresh air..." Levi didn't stop Eren from stubbornly rising, nor did he stop him from walking out the front door. There was a few long moments, before Hannes's chair scraped against the wood floor "You wash the sheets. I'll go after him" Who was Hannes to suddenly decide he was best friends with Eren, after only a few hours of waking contact "I should..." "You should give him space to breathe. Using a command... I can't say impressed by how you treat him. Infection, curse, whatever you want to call it, it was cruel and unwarranted. Now clean this mess up" Washing the sheets, Levi was cast to the outside again. He couldn't even see Hannes or Eren, and while he loved cleaning, he really had no patience for it which ended up with the sheets being torn. Once again, he'd really fucked up... But that was why he needed Eren. He could feel something stirring in his gut that could only be described as simmering anger. The sheets had been torn to shreds before he even realised he'd done so. He didn't know Obsydin, not like Eren did. Eren was the only one who seemed to be able to get through to the dragon inside of him... The stupid shitty dragon who'd decided he'd needed to be able to cast magic now. What was with that? Alphas couldn't do magic... did that mean he was becoming part dragon? He didn't want to be part dragon. Eren's magic was beautiful, but that's as close as he liked being to it... Especially when he was blacking out and killing people. No wonder Eren didn't want to look at him, or be close to him. His fiancé probably expected to have his own throat cut at any moment. How was a relationship supposed to work when Eren was forced to live in constant fear of him? It was simple. It couldn't. He'd told Eren the truth, he wanted to spend every moment he had left with him, by his side... but not at the cost of the omega's safety and happiness. Maybe it was time to consider moving on? He could pull a Hannes, and live out in the woods where he couldn't hurt anyone other than himself. It'd hurt Eren, but it'd be the best thing for him in the long run, even if it broke his heart for now.

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