#people sure love to forget that he took away a lot of women's rights gained from the revolution and reinstated slavery :

[bootlickerhawks]

NAPOLEON?? "HERO OF THE REVOLUTION"???

Oh thank fuck Leila called him out for being a dictator!

if only the french education system would do the same 😔

[jaeminscoffee]

Daddy Issues | S. Jn

Pairing | Seo Johnny x Fem!Reader

Genre | Smut, fluff

Wc;type | oneshot: 3.93k [not proof read]

Warning(s) | Pwp, dilf!johnny, y/n's a pillow princess, daddy kink, overstimulation, teasing, edging, dacryphilia, slight voyeurism, degradation kink, heavy use of the words 'doll, princess, slut, pretty, angel', typical lyra smut, i made haechan johnny's son (i was about to write changbin as johnny's son but decided against it) age gap, unprotected sex ( the Reader's on pills. Remember this is a fiction, don't play the wrong card irl) filth.

a/n- i found this request buried in my asks and was tempted to write it. Sure, the warning looks intimidating, but i know you wanna read it, y'all whores (ily) shoutout to @bakugou-is-my-bae @cvntzennie and @jenopollo for helping me decide what to post first! @suhpersonic

Minors try not to interact! <3

Age is just a number, so surely, there's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed of, right? 

There's no reason for you to not fall for the friendly neighborhood bachelor, well not so bachelor bachelor, since he does go around asking people who knows of his marriage to pretend it never took place. 

Johnny's hot, super hot. Has the build of a supermodel. Has the face that one can only imagine belongs to a greek god, as you'd jokingly tell him how he seemed to be god's favorite and how you loathe Aphrodite for showing favoritism (which would always end up with you getting a very sultry, teasing look from the lad) 

Johnny has the type of personality that women can only wish the entirety of the male species would possess. He's an absolute sweetheart, life of the party, definitely the center of attention wherever he goes. And oh god, does he have an immaculate fashion sense. 

But Johnny's also the father of Donghyuck. Your best friend. 

More than being ashamed about the fact that you actually fell in love with a man who has a child of your age, it was the fact that you had to fall for Donghyuck's father of all people. 

Donghyuck is a sweetheart, definitely got his personality from his father but he's also got that glare that could creep the Lord's of the darkness from his father. He's got so much from his father that the resemblance is uncanny. 

You'd not want to get onto hyuck's bad side since you've gotten first hand experience at stopping him from almost committing homicide to someone who spoke shit about his friends, more specifically, you. 

But Hyuck's not in town. So a little fun with Mr. Suh wouldn't hurt anyone, correct? After all, you're still only a human with desires and the want to take risks. 

You'd always not so subtly drop hints at Johnny and he'd always give you that look that would have slick collecting itself between your thighs. A warning look. 

A look that said, "cross the line and you'll get it" 

But that's the thing, you want to get it and will do anything to get it.

"Y/n." 

You'd ask yourself less than a million times if you want to do this or not.

Sure, you weren't this hesitant when you decided to sext your best friend's father knowingly when he was in business mode to irk him up but that's one thing. 

And having to confront the same father who left a message smaller than a sentence that completely disregarded all the obscene text and images to show that he's not the slightest bothered or suprised by your behavior for that matter was another thing.

"Tomorrow at mine." 

It's almost as though he deals with hormonal teenagers one as such as yourself on a daily basis and that thought kind of backfired at you considering the whole 'Let's piss Johnny off so that he'd finally give me what i want' agenda. 

Ironic, huh? 

"Mr. Suh." you start hesitantly, unsure of what to call him, scared of what his reaction would be after your inappropriate shenanigans last night. 

Your stiff demeanor broke down a little with just a hint of shiver passing down your spine as you watch his features contort into a subtle but cocky smirk, "So now you're being all formal,"

"Well, what else would you like me to address you as?" you inquire, feigning oblivion to his tone and what he's implying at. "You tell me, doll. You seemed to have a lot of names to call me last night," he takes a step forward, prompting you to walk a step backwards, further into the corridors of his apartment and away from the actual location. 

"I do not know what you're talking about.. " you let your voice shrivel towards the end, eyes wandering around the complex, finding interest in every small detail as you avoid Johnny's teasing gaze. 

"You don't?" Johnny takes another step forward, latching his hands onto your forearms to prevent you from stepping further away, "You must have had a heavy sleep to forget all that you did last night," his voice drops dangerously low as he begins to walk backwards and back into the safety of his apartment, all the while keeping his gaze fixated on you.

"That won't do, would it? How about we take a walk down the memory lane? And see if that rings any bell?" He brushes your hair away from its static position on your shoulder, allowing him to appreciate all those fine details of your shoulders and neck that are exposed from your selection of clothing, an off shoulder. 

"How about we don't...?" You ask with skepticism, jolting slightly when you hear the door shut behind you and at the new intrusion of personal space by the lad.

"Why are you acting all shy now, Y/n? Weren't you the one so eager to get into her best friend's fathers pants? Just be the whore you are, darling. Your facade's fooling no one." okay you definitely didn't see that coming. 

Johnny's expressions morph into that of mischief as he watches your eyes grow wide and mouth fall ajar, "Am i not correct? Are you not a whore?" he asks with an eyebrow quirked up in a questioning manner.

You don't reply, almost as though the question was meant to linger in the open and that it was a rhetorical one. What you didn't expect, however, was for Johnny's hands to find pursuit around your neck, not necessarily applying pressure, but there as a warning. 

"Answer me." 

"I'm not.." you answer with a feeble voice, internally cringing at how squeaky you sound which only added to Johnny's amusement. 

"Really? Because I don't think good girls go around drooling at a divorced man, her friend's father for that matter and definitely do not send lewd images and voice out their fantasies to a guy twice their age, still want to pretend you're innocent? Or you admit it and we cut down the chase?"

"Yes, I am." you breathe out when his fingers tighten around your neck, a triumphant smile making its way onto his lips. Yet, Johnny felt the need to keep pushing,

"you're what?" 

"I am what you said I am," you speak, trying to avoid looking at the scrutinizing look on his face which seemed futile as he had his arms wrapped around your neck, keeping your head in place. 

"I want to hear you say it, doll. I need to hear you say it." At this point Johnny's intent was to get you into a flustered puddle in his hold and it sure as hell was going in that direction, seeing how you can't even hold his gaze for more than a few seconds in a shot. 

"I am.. I am a who-"

The sound of a phone ringing loud cut you off midway through your sentence, to which you were absolutely relieved. Johnny only seemed to grow annoyed the more he heard the phone ring. With a loud huff, he lets you go, not before giving you a stern look, "Go to my room." he instructed, making his way to the study. 

You let out a breath you've been holding in unknowingly the moment he steps away from you. You watch his figure retreat from you with awe, only now realizing how messy you felt between your legs and how your knees keep buckling. 

"Oh Hyuck!" you hear Johnny exclaim into the phone the minute you step forward to follow his command. 

Your best friend is on call with the guy you're about to fuck. 

Your blood runs cold as you shakily make your way into the apartment and towards the bedroom, shrugging off your sling bag, hanging it behind the door as you place your phone on the bedside table to wipe your hands dry from all the sweat that had accumulated at the palm of your hands. 

"Yeah, I'm fine, about to eat to my dinner actually" you hear the moment to make yourself comfortable at the edge of the bed, looking over to the door where Johnny stood with his arms across his chest, the other holding up the phone as he leans his weight onto one shoulder, leaning into the doorframe.

You take the time to really appreciate his appearance. He adorned nothing more than a simple grey sweat and tight black tee but he seemed ready to walk down a runway at any given moment now. His long hair, slightly disheveled looking almost intentionally messed up, compliments his features. And oh his features. 

The everlasting smirk stayed still on his lips, moving as he exchanged words with his son.

You only come back to your senses when Johnny snapped his free hand in front of you, gaining your attention. He points at his own shirt, then points at you, mouthing 'off' while he listens to Donghyuck speak about whatever he's speaking. 

"Really? Jeno said that? Tell him I'm more than willing to welcome him as my gym partner, the lad seems strong" Johnny makes a quick move to remove the gadget from his ear, before holding it in front of him after placing the call on speaker mode 

Your eyes widen the moment you hear the disturbance in the background and Donghyuck's voice resonate through the room. "no?? Why would you want to work out with him? He'll only make you feel old, you know?" 

"Says the one who still can't beat me at arm wrestling. If anything, i think Jeno would make the perfect gym buddy for me," Johnny raises an eyebrow at your defiance, cocking his head towards the side, staring down at you with a predatory look, "Hyuck, you know, Y/n-" you scramble to take your shirt off at the mention of your name on the call, "-stopped by earlier" he lets out a silent laugh of disbelief.

"Oh? Oh yeah! I'd told her I'd give her book back before I left but I forgot, did you perhaps give it back to her?" Donghyuck questions. 

"I figured you must've forgotten so, yeah i did." Johnny replies, pushing himself off of the doorframe, now walking towards you. 

"Man, I miss her! I might facetime her after I end the call with you," Johnny sets down the phone beside you on the bed, leaning down, placing both his hands on either side of your lap, finding comfort at the crook of your neck,

"I remember her mentioning something about her cousin coming over? Maybe wait for an hour or so before calling her" his lips graze against your neck each time he spoke, you let out a tiny whimper at the so longed feeling, only to earn yourself a small bite at the earlobe, immediately accompanied by a hand over your mouth, "you need to be quiet, doll. Or my son would find out how much of a slut his best friend is," he whispers in your ear. 

"Yeah? Did she mention which one?" 

"No, not really, she kinda just stormed out after getting what she wanted" Johnny creates a trail of kisses all the way from your neck to your shoulders, down the collarbone while one of his hand worked to unhook your bra, "Yeah, she's weird like that," you hear Donghyuck let out a chuckle as you whine into Johnny's palm, your figure slightly trembling from the fear of getting caught all the while being excited about the risky situation he's put the two of you in. 

"Anyways, I'll call you tomorrow? The boys are coming over now so I got to go! Night, dad!" Donghyuck speaks up again, "Night, Hyuck." 

You hear the beep indicating the call has ended. Johnny let's his hand drop from your mouth and makes its way towards your hair, brushing through the strands before pulling at it with a firm grip, "I had my son on call and here you are making all these sweet noises, you wanted to get busted, doll?" 

"It's not my fault! You-"

"ah-ah! Don't talk back, angel. You're already in deep trouble, don't want to add onto that now, do we?" He makes a swift move to have you lying on your back, your torso completely exposed to him while he remains clothed. 

"But Johnny-" you whine, jolting when you feel his hands caressing the soft flesh of your inner thighs, "How do you think Hyuck would feel about this?" his hands travel further north, cupping your heat from underneath your skirt. "fuck, you're drenched"

"Now tell me, pretty girl, what are you supposed to be calling me, now?" 

"Johnny-, tha-that was a joke! I don't have daddy kin-" you try clenching your thighs close from the sudden attention your core was receiving. Johnny wholeheartedly lets out a laugh at your attempt to hide your true feelings, making a quick act of disregarding your soaked panties somewhere behind him.

"Darling, the more you deny it, the longer we keep going at it-" his thumbs at your clit, applying pressure but making no move to quench your needs. You let out a sigh of bliss at the feeling, your back arching off of the sheets at the sensation.

In any other situation, you'd be embarrassed at how sensitive you'd gotten just from all the dirty talking and looks Johnny passed you. But that's the catch, he's Johnny, the only one who can get you this sensitive while doing the bare minimum. 

"Say it, Y/n." 

"No, Johnny! It's-it's embarrassing.." you plead with your eyes, grinding your hips against his fingers, earning a satisfied, dirty look from the lad. 

"Very well.. I'll just draw it out of you"

Without warning, Johnny with little to no resistance, slides two slender digits into your wetness, setting a pace fast enough to draw loud chains of cries from your mouth.

"You hear that, doll? You hear how fucking wet you are? Hm?" he growls animalistically, the thumb that remained on your clit now moving in circles with a motive to get you undone in seconds. 

"Johnn-..!" you whine out, feeling your orgasm growing so close that you could almost taste it, "Still going at that, angel?" he questions, not really expecting an answer as he soaks up the pleasured look on your face. "Johnny- I'm close.. -" you fail to notice the mischievous grin growing on his face as he speeds up the movement of his fingers. 

"Of course you are, doll" He feels you clench around his fingers, back coming off of the mattress as you ready yourself for your release, waiting until the last minute to draw his finger out.

"Why would you-? Johnn-I was so close!" you cry out as you sense your core clench around nothing, whining about the incomplete orgasm. "Why would I give you what you want when you wouldn't comply, baby? That's not how this works." He shrugs, licking his fingers clean of your essence, moving up from the bed to remove the shirt that seemed to be suffocating now.

"Johnny, please!" you whine louder, rubbing your thighs together to create some sort of friction, all unsatisfactory as it did not meet the same intensity as that of his fingers. 

"Please what, doll?" He smirks, knowing the ball is in his court and that you'd had to give in any moment now. Johnny leans down once again, drawing lazy circles at your clit, using his other hand to hold himself up above and close to you, his minty breath which had a hint of coffee fanning your face as you whimper, finally feeling your high building itself up again. "Spit it out, princess, you know you want to." he speaks in a soft voice.

"Please..please" you beg for nothing in particular, getting all worked up again, "The begging's lovely, doll. But you're starting to anger me here, will you say it? Or should I leave you hanging again?" 

You mutter prayers under your breath, hoping he wouldn't actually leave you hanging again, "Fine-" he moves again to remove his fingers from you to deprive you of pleasure all over again when you finally latch onto his wrist, keeping his hands in place blurting out, "Daddy! I'm so-sorry.. There, daddy, please make me come" you give in, the name, the feeling and look of pure victory on his face as he grins like a cheshire cat only intensifies the heat growing at a rapid pace at the pit of your stomach. 

"Final fucking ly, princess. Daddy will make you feel good" He reinserts his fingers in, drilling it with desperation to see you come undone as he draws rapid circles on your now sensitive clit with the other hand, watching you squirm under him.

"Joh-Daddy i'm coming..!" you cry out weakly as you feel your orgasm hit you with much force, easily driving you into over sensitivity. Johnny's patient in helping you ride out your orgasm, not stopping until you let out a throaty sob and plead him to stop to allow yourself some room to breathe. 

Johnny, however, makes no move to stop, only speeding up his fingers, his gaze fixed on where his fingers disappeared inside of you while his other hand held you down with a vise grip, "Give me one more, doll. I know you've got one more in you. " he pants, the feeling of his girth in confinement only throwing himself to sensory deprivation as he feels himself twitch inside his sweats painfully. 

You shake your head, tears now flowing elegantly down your cheek, your lips puckered into a slight pout, your eyebrows drawn together as you let yourself melt into the pleasure Johnny was providing you with. "Daddy.." 

You whine, feeling your second high reaching you ridiculously quick as you see Johnny's face contort in concentration, 

"I need to get you nice and wet for me, princess, you're doing so well. Give daddy another one" you coaxes you with his sultry tone, words and actions, inevitably having you come undone under him for the second time that night. 

You let out a choked moan, finally having enough as you curl upon yourself the minute Johnny removes his fingers from you, full fledged crying at the overbearing feeling of sensitivity. 

Johnny groans at the sight, leaning down to press a soft peck on your sweaty forehead before getting off of the bed to remove his pants alongside his boxer at a slow speed, granting you some time to recover.

"Condom?" he asks, readying himself to reach into the drawing when he notices you shake your head a no as a reply, "I'm on pills.." you mutter weakly. 

You hear him curse out at the thought of doing you raw, flexing his muscles before climbing on top of you again. He takes his time to gently turn you back onto your back, pressing his tender lips against your irritated one for the first time that night, his hand ever so slightly moving to play with your clit once again, making you jerk, "Daddy!" 

"Sorry, doll. Daddy just needs to make sure that princess is ready to take his cock" 

Your whining intensifies at his words, wiggling your hips to move closer to his own, "But I am ready! Look, daddy! I'm so wet and ready for you!" you whimper, earning a chuckle from the lad. 

Just like all the other times that night, he aligns his cock at your entrance without a warning, the tip ever so slightly pushing through your walls, "Alright, big girl. Show daddy how much of a slut you can be for him."

Suddenly, Johnny detaches himself from you, moving further away as he leans by the edge of the door, smirking at you whining at the loss of contact, "Patience, angel" 

He grabs hold of your hips, manhandling your body into all fours as he enters you completely with no trouble once he's got you where he wants you to be.  

Something about having to take Johnny from behind was so sexy that you could almost immediately feel your orgasm grow, "Fuck baby, keep clenching around me like that and i won't last long," he grunts, moving in you with a steady pace, 

"I never expected my son to befriend such filthy sluts like you, Y/n. Look at the mess you're making on my sheets" He grabs a fistful of your ass in a tight squeeze, the sudden shift in his demeanor only serving as a whiplash as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to the sweet orgasm. 

"Jesus, doll, you're so fucking tight i can barely move" Johnny growls, talking to keep himself from coming too fast. 

"Daddy.. I'm close. M-I'm so so close" you cry as your arms give out and you fall face first onto the mattress, the new stretch in your back only encouraging his cock to hit you deeper, finding the sweet cushion that serves as extra pleasure for you. 

"Me too, princess, me too.. '' You hear him let out a whine, his thrusts growing sloppier as he does you slower but deeper. 

He reaches around your body to find pursuit at your clit for the nth time that night, rubbing rapid, messy circles to go with his deep thrusts, "Daddy!" you reach your high with a high pitched cry of his name. 

Johnny comes not too long after you as he couldn't resist the constant tight clenching of your walls around his cock. He thrust slowly to ride out his high as you twitch helplessly, face scrunched up in too much pleasure. 

You feel your body being manoeuvred onto your side as he whispers sweet nothings which pass right through your ears as you feel him softened inside you, the feeling ridiculously soothing for your used up walls, 

"You did amazing, darling." he kisses your temple, not making any move to remove himself from within you, which you silently thanked him for. 

You both lay in silence as you turned your body towards him, earning a hiss and a playful smack from him as it added pressure onto his sensitive member. You wrap your arms around his torso, about to nuzzle into his chest and just drift away to dreamland when you hear the familiar ring of your phone from the table beside the bed. 

You feel Johnny's body shift to reach out to get your phone, looking at the caller ID before handing it to you with a smirk that you knew meant that he was up to no good. "Oh! It's hyuck" you exclaim in shock, quickly accepting the call and placing it near your ear, moving to get away from him. 

But Johnny seemed to have other ideas, as he latched an arm around your torso to keep you from moving, "Hey-" you begin, immediately feeling Johnny experimentally thrust into you again, making you whine, "Y/n! I miss you~-oh hey, are you okay?" you hear Donghyuck's voice from the other side, 

You look at Johnny with a pleading and warning gaze to which you earn yourself a toothy grin from the lad, 

"Of co-course! Just a little.. peachy,'' You turn around to place a hand on his chest to halt his movement, "You don't sound just peachy.. I've heard you like this before!" you hear Donghyuck make those noises he makes when he's thinking as Johnny keeps thrusting lazily the more you look at him, you see him open his mouth to speak, "Oh fuck! You're getting laid, aren't you???" 

"Tell Hyuck daddy says hi"

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Nalu Yakuza Au *cover art by @jmoart214 💜

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The tit for tat game was well known to both of their top confidants and lieutenants because it had been going on ever since Natsu and Lucy broke up. Plus, it was hard to get around such knowledge considering most of them came from the same neighborhoods. These intrigues ebbed and flowed like waves. Months could pass by without any interactions between the two, at other times they’d go back and forth continuously until one of them finally gave up, and on the odd occasion ended in a huge fight that led to another round of ignoring each other. Up until now, it had been kind of amusing to watch them torture each other because it was better than a drama shows on television. But that didn’t mean Natsu, and Lucy’s friends didn’t worry about one or both being truly hurt one day because of it.

“It’s fine,” Natsu rolled his eyes as Gray chastised him after the soapland incident. The two men were at Natsu’s home after work hours and supposed to be relaxing. But clearly his friend didn’t want to drop the subject. “What’s the big deal?”

“Dude, you let yourself be blindfolded in a public space! Have you forgotten what kind of business we’re in? What if it had been an assassin instead?”

“Oh, that’s just ridiculous. We’re talking about Lucy’s company, and I trust their security measures because she has just as much to lose if a hit took place there.”

“Still, you should be more careful, at least take a bodyguard with you…”

Natsu’s eyebrow twitched in irritation. “And what, so they can watch the show? We got any voyeurs on the payroll? Cause I can’t think of anyone here who’d wanna see another guy getting his balls fondled!”

Gray ran a hand down his face. “So not the mental image I wanted. You’re missing the point.” He sighed. “Natsu you are the head of this clan, and your safety is my top priority.”

“I get it, I get it,” Natsu drawled.

“And frankly,” Gray continued, “you’ve become distracted by her lately.”

“Tch! No, I haven’t!”

“Yeah, you are. You think I haven’t noticed? I know you drive by her place sometimes. I know you’ve followed her to that coffee shop she likes to frequent. But ever since her employee was robbed, things have escalated again.”

“You’re imagining things and apparently spying on me. I’m just keeping an eye on the competition.”

“Watching over you is my job! That’s not spying.” Gray crossed his arms. “And oh, it’s no doubt that you’re keeping an eye on her. That’s why you went to Katsunuma’s party and to soapland too. The problem is you’re getting sloppy and sloppy gets people killed.”

Natsu groaned. “Are you done yet? We’re supposed to be enjoying the baseball game, not psychoanalyzing my life.”

“Almost.” Gray placed a hand on his friends’ knee and leaned in. “Natsu, you’ve been chasing that tail since high school, just lock her down and convince her to work together already.”

Natsu snorted a laugh. “Gray we all grew up together, so what in all these years makes you think that’s a possibility? You know damn well Lucy’s not a woman you can control without her consent.” Natsu knew that, and frankly he loved that part of her. In fact, it made him even more fired up whenever he thought about it, just like a treasure you don’t just find but must win at the end of a game. “I’ll find a way, some day.”

“Well until that day arrives, could you promise me you’ll be more cautious?”

“Fine, fine,” Natsu waved his hand. “I’ll back off of Lucy for now.”

“Good.” Gray relaxed back onto his recliner thinking the drama was over.

“However, there is a new guy I want surveillance placed on.”

“Who?”

“The bartender from the party.”

Gray groaned. “Seriously? Why? He’s just a bartender!”

“I don’t trust him.”

“Was he spiking the drinks or something? Dealing drugs at the party?”

“Maybe.”

Gray huffed. “You really gonna try that? Do I look like an idiot? This is just straight jealousy talking.”

“I don’t care! I want someone to dig up what they can on the guy!”

“No, what you wanna know is if he fucked Lucy that night!”

Natsu jumped up with his fists clenched. “Fuck you!”

“Fuck you too!” Gray stood up and matched his boss’s energy. “Unless you give me a damn good reason to check into him, I’m not wasting my guy’s time! You might be the boss, but don’t you fucking forget who you’re talking to! I’m not some punk off the streets!”

Realizing he was taking things too far, Natsu sat back down. “Sorry.”

Gray sighed and plopped back down too. “I only joined because you asked me to and you’re my best friend, then I helped you build this new empire, so I’m just as invested in protecting it as you are. But Natsu, personal emotions have led to the downfall of many in this business, and as a friend, I’ll check you any time I think you’re going to far.”

“You’re right…” Natsu sighed too. “She just gets me so worked up.”

“Don’t I know it,” Gray laughed, but stopped when Natsu glared at him. “Sorry, it slipped out.”

“But I swear, there’s something suspicious about him. When he saw me, I thought he just reacted because he thought I was Lucy’s boyfriend or something, but the more I think about it, he might have recognized me.”

“Well, that wouldn’t necessarily be suspicious either.”

“True. But the look in his eyes just made me wonder.”

“Alright…” Gray groaned, “if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll have someone do some digging. So, you said he has orange hair and glasses, and the name on his tag was Loke?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s an unusual name, shouldn’t be too hard to check on.”

Over the course of a couple of weeks, Gray sent out feelers for any information on this Loke guy. Katsunuma junior gave them their first small lead that the bartender had worked the party through a local food catering company. That catering company was a legitimate business who had both full-time staff as well as independent contractors brought in per event as needed. Loke had been one of the latter. From there Gray obtained a last name, de Lioncourt.

According to his sources at the local precinct, Loke de Lioncourt had no rap sheet, no prior dealings with police, and for all they knew was an average citizen. The man’s Line blog profile listed him as a 28-year-old, Japanese/French American, model and bartender, and it was filled with pictures from events, parties, as well as many gorgeous women— none of which contained Lucy. But as Gray trolled through the man’s feed, he did come across one person he recognized and passed the information along to Natsu.

“Wow, she’s in a bunch of photos,” Natsu mumbled as he scrolled through the blog.

“Well, considering Cana’s reputation are you surprised. Parties and alcohol are the two things that woman lives for.” Gray laughed. “Now see, this makes sense to me. Lucy and him, not so much.”

“Tch… still pisses me off he even tried.”

“Lucy’s a free woman, she can go out with whoever she wants to.”

“We’ll see about that,” Natsu mumbled low.

“What was that?” Gray asked with a raised brow.

“Nothing.”

“Better be nothing, cause this is a dead end. He’s just a flirty bartender. It’s how they make tips.”

“Yeah, yeah, fine.” Natsu sat back in his chair. “So, back to business. What this I heard about some missing stock?”

“Oh, right. One of the warehouse clerks noticed a shortage, but when I checked with Yura, he said the books were fine. I had him show it to me, and it appears the numbers were just inverted by accident. So, instead of 185 kilos, it’s supposed to be 158 kilos.”

“Did you talk to the clerk again? Does he have any history of messing up like this?”

“Nah, he’s one of our better clerks.”

“Just keep an eye on it.”

“Sure thing, boss. By the way, have you seen Gajeel today?” Gray questioned. “I haven’t seen him.”

“He called me this morning said he wasn’t feeling well, thinks he ate something bad for dinner last night.”

“Tch, seriously? Thought he had an iron stomach?”

Natsu shrugged. “Must’a been some bad sushi or something. We ain’t got much happening today, so it’s fine. Anything else? I got some stuff I need to finish.”

Gray tapped his chin. “Just a reminder you have an appointment with our tech guy dropping by later this week to go over some upgrades on the system.”

“Like I’m supposed to know anything about that stuff, it’s what I pay him for.”

“You still gotta approve it,” Gray shrugged and took his leave.

Once the man was completely out of the office, Natsu opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a nondescript box he’d hidden inside. He grinned to himself. It was time to make another special delivery. Even though he’d told Gray he was backing off the whole Lucy and Loke subject, there was no way he was gonna let it slide. Natsu didn’t care if the man seemed legit, and he wasn’t the first nor would probably be the last that he’d eventually scared away. And besides, being a Yakuza boss had a lot of down times too, easily filled with having a little fun.

Today’s little care package was being sent to Lucy by a courier service and Natsu just had to drop it off to the delivery company. Just a normal company like Kuroneko Yamato so it wouldn’t rouse too many suspicions. It was turning into a fun game for him just coming up with ideas of what he could do to rile Lucy up or irritate this Loke guy. Natsu chuckled to himself. So far, his favorite prank was a box of small sized condoms and a bottle of enhancement pills that he’d had delivered to Loke while on the job at another party. He’d even snuck in to watch it delivered, gaining a good laugh when the man took a peek in the box and frowned at its contents.

It was childish, but Natsu didn’t care. Every day for two weeks now, something new was sent to Loke. Random gifts like children’s candy to a toy gun, a big bottle of lubricant wrapped in a bow, a week’s worth of meals sent for lunch one day, even an empty box with rocks inside it just to drive the man crazy wondering who in the world was sending them. Lucy too wasn’t immune to his pranks, though hers had a different feel to them. Flowers with no note attached. Tickets to a canceled show he made up. A supposed dinner invite from Loke that wasn’t real— okay that was to test her, but she didn’t fall for it. And today’s little care package fit right into his prank scheme.

Natsu dropped off the package at a Kuroneko Yamato office with the address instructions already filled out and paid the company’s employee extra to keep their mouths shut. ‘She’s gonna kill me one day,’ he laughed to himself as he rode back to his office. ‘If it’s suffocation by her boobs it wouldn’t be a bad way to go!’

“Anymore stops sir?” The driver asked Natsu.

“Nope. Back to the office.”

He looked at his watch. The package should be arriving at Lucy’s office within the hour. Give or take another to open it, and by 4pm he would be receiving another phone call. Maybe he won’t answer it. Oh, that would piss her off even more! ‘Well, if she’d just take the hint...’

The afternoon was supposed to be mellow at headquarters that day. No shipments, and no appointments. But when Natsu got back, another general in the organization named Jellal Fernandez came to his office to inform him of a problem. One of the new local restaurants in their territory was refusing to cooperate and he wanted to know how Natsu wanted it handled. They were right in the middle of discussing it, when Natsu’s office door flew open with a loud bang!

In stomped Lucy who immediately threw a box at his head, causing Natsu to duck and Jellal to pull his gun.

“Don’t!” Natsu screamed at his general and motioned for him to stand down, to which the man complied. “Do you have a death wish Lucy!”

“Get. Out.” She snapped at the general. “Get out! This is between me and your boss!”

Jellal looked to Natsu, who nodded his head to scram. “I got this, don’t worry.” The man holstered his gun and left, but Natsu could see he’d stayed right outside of the now closed door.

“I take it you didn’t like the gift,” Natsu pretended to stay calm.

“Gee, me throwing it at you give you that impression? I know it’s you sending all these damn deliveries to me and Loke. That needs to stop now!”

He crossed his arms and scoffed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Play dumb all you want. Just stop! Why are you even doing this?!”

“Take a guess,” he sneered back.

“I could’ve sworn we were adults now, but apparently I’m the only one who grew up. Stay out of my love life Natsu!”

“So, you admit you’re sleeping with the guy!”

“That’s none of your damn business! I can fuck whoever I want!”

“Not as long as I’m alive,” Natsu growled back.

Lucy crossed her arms. “That could be arranged.”

“Is that a threat?!”

“Yes! If you don’t stay out of my love life!”

“A woman shouldn’t be sleepi—”

“Don’t you finish that sentence!” Lucy grabbed a stapler that was within reach and chucked it at Natsu’s head. “Stop trying to control me!”

“Are you crazy?!”

At that moment, Gray barged into the room. He’d heard the screaming from the other side of the office, and when he got close enough to see Jellal standing outside the door, he became alarmed. Why would a general leave Natsu vulnerable! The man told him their boss told him to leave, but as the sounds inside escalated, Gray couldn’t wait anymore.

“Stop it!!” Gray got between them. “What are you two doing! Lucy you shouldn’t be here!”

“Then tell your damn boss to leave me the fuck alone!” Lucy spat back. “Ask him how he’s been harassing Loke and me!”

Gray turned to his boss with a groan. “Natsu, we talked about this!”

“Tell Gray what you been doing!” Lucy pressed. “Show him the stupid packages you send!”

“What packages?” Gray looked to Lucy, then repeated the question as he stared at his boss. “What packages?”

“Tch,” Natsu crossed his arms, “it’s not even that bad.”

Lucy stomped over to where the box fell and picked it up, pulling the contents out. “Bullshit!” She snapped as she held up a very racy, red nightie with flame prints, a pair of fluffy handcuffs, and a large dildo. “See this shit?!” Lucy shook the floppy latex toy at Gray before chucking it to the ground again. “He includes messages too,” then handed the man a folded piece of paper.

Gray read it aloud, “to make up for what playboy lacks. Had it custom made to my size wink wink. Ugh, seriously man,” he tossed the letter.

Natsu shrugged. “I was just having fun.”

“This is the yakuza, not a daycare!” Gray snaps. “I’m not here to babysit the boss so he stops harassing the competition! There’s more important business to worry about!”

“That’s right listen to Gray,” Lucy sneered.

Gray turned to her. “Oh, you ain’t innocent either, so don’t even try it. You both do things to purposely rile the other up and get mad when there’s consequences. Stop it!” He looked back and forth between the two. “Just stop it already!”

Natsu and Lucy looked away from the man with scowls on their faces. Neither wanted to admit he was right.

“Jellal,” Gray called out. When the man entered, he instructed him to escort Lucy out of there. “Next time, just call me instead. It’s best you two just stay away from each other. Got it?!”

“Yeah,” Lucy grumped.

“Got it?!” Gray questioned his boss.

“Yeah,” Natsu mumbled.

“Fucking like high school,” Gray ran a hand down his face in irritation. “You two need therapy.”

[herglowinggirl]

Hello, familiar anon here, I didn't ask the question about an SOK ending where Yun lives and gains redemption. I also wouldn't mind having my own tag. I haven't found any other evidence of Yun shipping Kyoshi and Rangi outside of "The Boy From Makapu". How does Kyoshi view Yun later in her life( up to the first year after "The Meeting", creating Kyoshi Island nearly 25 years later, the last years of her life)? Would Kyoshi ever mention or talk about Yun after the events of The Shadow of Kyoshi?

hello! and yes I have some thoughts on this and how it would impact the advice Kyoshi gave to Roku and Aang. this got long but I’d love to break down parts of it to write fic, which I think I will do and perhaps post before Kyoshi Fortnight. But I digress, it’s long enough that I have decided to use subtitles. If anything skip to the end about the advice she gave Roku and Aang I think it’s most relevant to what I want to say and also my favorite part.

what I talk about under the cut: the ways I believe yun’s death would impact kyoshi’s actions after tsok and what the advice she gave aang and roku actually means (my thoughts on “only justice will bring peace” means)

would kyoshi talk about yun during her lifetime?

Yes. First off, it would be impossible to avoid him in the political landscape, because it is mentioned that he passed lots of judgements and signed treaties, ect. Although Kyoshi has grown in her leadership style and it’s turned a little (a lot) anti-establishment, she would still need to deal with the fallout of Yun not being the Avatar, because there would be a need to re-sign treaties and settle disputes with people seeking to take advantage of others now that the Avatar has “changed” would have to be dealt with and in tandem, Yun’s legacy.

But also, in a duology that features grief, I find it a natural continuation of the narrative that Yun would be mourned. You don’t stop knowing or loving someone after they pass, and I feel like mourning all of Yun—the boy he was, where he came from, his legacy, the decisions he made, the impact he had on the people around him, even how he hurt people—is only natural and is slightly unavoidable. I think Kyoshi mourns all of her deceased loved ones. 

Just, like the concept of this: she’s always hated pai sho but now when she faces a board in her gut and in her throat things feel wrong because it reminds her of what Yun had to do to survive. A breeze smells like the flour and air Kelsang sent into her face the moments before everything changed. She collects pebbles that Lek would’ve liked. Rangi brings her fire lilies for an anniversary and she starts crying. She sings songs with Wong that were her parent’s favorites that coincidentally, Kelsang knew too.

community in grief and kyoshi’s relationships

He was Rangi’s friend, too. Auntie Mui and Hei-Ran are sure to mourn him in their own ways. In tSoK Kyoshi calls her team Avatar a group of contradictions and misfits and in his way, Yun was too. The false Avatar. What a title! 

A continuation of the concept: Rangi and Kyoshi remind each other of him every day for a while, swapping stories about him when it gets to be too much, making eye contact when they can hear his voice making light of something stupid an official has said. Hei-Ran makes her do drills she made Yun do. Auntie Mui makes his favorite dish on his birthday that they do not pass in silence, because then what would they be, that group of misfits, to forget another outcast? If they don’t mourn the boy from Yokoya who will mourn them, or who would’ve mourned them if they hadn’t been so lucky? Who will care for the beggars and orphans of the world if not the Avatar who was once one of them and her companions? In a way, the retribution and pain of it all is justice for the life that Kyoshi took. Like, there’s just so much to unpack in the way she says “Was I right about anything at all? What will they say about me? Avatar Kyoshi, who killed her friend because she couldn’t save him?” But I don’t think her guilt would silence her. 

That being said, Yun was fundamentally a victim of a system that failed him. The same one that failed Kyoshi. In another way, her actions are justice on a world that failed her and her best friend and the similarities they shared, and she’s able to take those actions because of the way that Yun impacted her, for better or for worse. So yes, I think during her lifetime, she would speak of Yun and who he was, not letting people forget the ways they (and she) failed him and how easily everyone wants to forget their failure. It brings me to the way she was so angry with the Earth Kingdom establishment for discarding him and trying to hide history away. I don’t think she’d ever do that, even if she did...uh, dispatch him.

kyoshi, immortality, and her role as an avatar

I’d like to turn to two passages:

Kyoshi: “The way you describe it, you’d have to decide what version of yourself you’d be stuck as, forever.”

Lao Ge: “Exactly! Those who grow, live and die. The stagnant pool is immortal, while the clear flowing river dies an uncountable number of deaths.”

and

In the future, perhaps, she’d become finalized like carved stone. It would be easier to deal with the world then. She could only hope.

[...]

She still had to be careful not to lose her balance and fall. Kyoshi kept her eyes focused on her difficult path, sometimes stumbling but making sure to catch herself, taking one step at a time.

This isn’t directly related to what I think she would say, but more about how she lets her experiences, and therefore, her experiences and relationship with Yun, affect who she is. Here, F.C. Yee is detailing the person we see in her cameo in A:tLA. It’s a testament to her growth, yes, but also to how she lived so long. She’s allowed to grow now, while she’s young and still learning. But eventually Kyoshi’s growth will wane, leaving us with the iron woman we saw in A:tLA. 

Remember when I said I would call F.C. Yee a sap for the very last Kyoshi POV line? It’s the last sentence in my second excerpt, is that Kyoshi is allowing herself make mistakes. It’s pretty obviously a little deeper than the concept of walking down a slope: She became one of the most revered Avatars, we know how her story ends, if not lots of the in-betweens, but F.C. Yee tells us right here in that sentence. She changed and she learned. 

I think, however, that eventually she had to pick a place to stop in order to stop aging. If I had to pick a point where she became “immortal” I’d pick Rangi’s peaceful and timely death surrounded by her loved ones on Yokoya (not Kyoshi Island since I’m going to maintain that her A;tLA cameo was “immortal” Kyoshi) and I think Lao Ge killed her—or at least convinced her to let go.

further thoughts on her longevity: rangi’s role and future

Ok before anybody comes into my inbox like “um zey herglowinggirl I need you to know that actually Rangi also lived to 230 😌″ because I understand the sentiment it’s more like here’s what I’d like to discuss: Kyoshi can’t be immortal around Rangi because Rangi is in so many ways her catalyst for growth. First off, it would be completely out of character for Rangi to be immortal, because she’s constantly moving and being and feeling and judging and that changes her. Positive jing. And Lao Ge says it: “those who grow, live and die.” Rangi believes in the best and strives for the best, for perfection. For Kyoshi to freeze herself and become immortal, that would require picking an imperfect state. And as we know, Sei’naka women do not accept imperfection 😤. 

Although Rangi promises to always be by Kyoshi’s side, I think in the latter years of Kyoshi’s live it’s more like the impact that Rangi has had on her in that frozen state. That voice of Rangi’s is part of Kyoshi in those years. However, without Rangi, it is unlikely that Kyoshi will always or commonly choose to act on it. It’s stated multiple times throughout the novels that Rangi is Kyoshi’s center and that she doesn’t know who she’d be without Rangi, but I think the logical conclusion is immortal. With Rangi’s death she becomes her own center by stopping her growth; with Rangi’s death she just becomes...that stone she was talking about, where it does get easier to make decisions because you’re not striving to constantly change and grow. It’s almost a coping mechanism, if you will. Because Kyoshi is more than Rangi, can function without Rangi, it’s just not necessarily pretty.

lao ge’s role and future

Which brings me to my “in my personal version of canon Lao Ge kinda maybe killed Kyoshi” point. Rangi is in no way Kyoshi’s morality, but she is very much the idealistic ‘better’ half. With this catalyst of hope and change gone, I think back to the creation of the Dai Li—it very much sounds to me like something Jianzhu would do. Kyoshi, who had previously been the breakdown of negotiations, created a secret op police force? 

I think the moment Kyoshi started being the establishment, the moment she was the band-aid instead of the solution (much like Yun was, hint hint) Lao Ge would’ve paid her a visit. Either this or the creation of the Dai Li created a catalyst for perhaps an existential crisis, perhaps just being tired, perhaps simply knowing what is best...Kyoshi is, and always will be, a sworn criminal who cannot uphold the law, only her own judgements. She is both the law and the breaking and bending of it, and when she loses this balance when Rangi falls from her side and she becomes her own rock I think it would swing her away from her center, and this is where she becomes immortal. Eventually, it would become enough of an issue for people to intervene and tell her that her time as an Avatar is coming to an end. 

advice to future avatars

This is my favorite point and I’ll tie it back to Yun in just a second. I have posted about thinking about the impact of Yun’s death on Kyoshi and how that would’ve impacted her legacy and the advice she gave Roku and Aang before. Honestly what strikes me is how proud Kyoshi would be of Aang. The way that each Avatar must learn to forge their own way and become their own person and what their era needs, balancing themselves, is something so lovely. I think Kyoshi would’ve absolutely loved how Aang took the advice of his predecessors and said “no, I know what would be better for me,” and I think post-tSoK Kyoshi, who has learned she has to forge her own way and style as a leader, would love and be so proud of him for that. 

However, that doesn’t mean that her advice doesn’t have weight. I think mainly her “immortal” phase would perhaps have an impact on the way Yun impacts her advice. I think “only justice will bring peace” also speaks to the finality of death. Just like immortality, death keeps growth from happening. “only justice will bring peace” is also a nod to the way you must learn to cope with your actions and the way you feel about them. It’s also about Aang’s inner peace, which is something I don’t think I’ve ever seen mentioned. Everyone always wants to talk about what he should’ve done and how Kyoshi was right because she told Aang about her choice to let Chin die, but I think she actually guided him to the idea that you should be ok with yourself. To be confident in what you do and take up responsibility for your actions. Kyoshi wasn’t telling him murder was good. She was telling him she owned up to her actions and chose to make those decisions as an Avatar. To me, this finality speaks of growth after Yun’s death and the end of tSoK. She has grown and then frozen, but that means she has changed.

And although I don’t have an answer for what advice she might’ve given Roku, I think it’s a good way to interpret this. The only thing keeping Kyoshi from being honest about Yun’s death is the fact that Zoryu has “Yun” locked up. I think this is likely one of her biggest regrets, that she cannot be honest and responsible for something that weighs so heavily on her soul. This, I think, guides her advice. Only justice will bring peace. Now that I’ve thought it out, perhaps it wasn’t Lao Ge, and perhaps it was the idea that Yun had never been done justice and perhaps that turmoil never changed, which made her long-lived but not quite immortal. She cannot quite know the peace of death nor of life.

I think she must’ve told Roku that no matter what, he must accept the consequences of what he does. He’s not willing to loose that friendship and I think Kyoshi would’ve understood that, and the questions Roku would’ve had to pose himself as an Avatar. That is Kyoshi’s advice. Only justice, true justice in the form of accountability and self-actualization as a leader, will allow you to make good decisions. The acceptance of this: that whatever he does, he must be willing to accept it’s legacy, learn from it, and teach the next Avatar just as she let Yun’s death affect her leadership and what she taught. And I think that’s probably incredibly poetic, even if I’m getting a bit ahead of myself. 

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Princess Part 5

Harry Potter Marauders Era 

Link to Part 4

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: E- smut

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Christmas came around a lot quicker than you expected. Returning back to Grimmauld Place you were thrilled with the thoughts of having Regulus all to yourself for some time. Walburga and Orion were busy planning their annual Christmas Eve gala that was hosted every year so that would leave Regulus and yourself some alone time. You silently thanked Orion for attempting to keep his wife from your meddling in the love affair going on between Regulus and yourself. The two of you were adults and didn’t need Walburga butting in or trying to keep sex from happening.

To your displeasure, however, Voldemort had other ideas. For the first week of the holiday Regulus was gone the whole time. Apparently, there was some mission that could not wait. That meant you were once again put on the back burner. This seeming abandonment you would have to put up with. There was no sense in trying to talk Regulus out of going. He had to. Whether you wanted him to or not, your lover had to work for the greater good. You would just have to deal without him for a bit and not complain. Walburga’s words of that’s what good wives do. They support their husbands...especially at a time like this. You will look pretty and provide him comfort when Regulus comes home rang in your head. It didn’t matter if you weren’t his wife “technically.” In Walbruga’s eyes, you were as good as Regulus’ wife.

Luckily, Walburga picked up on your sullen mood and swooped in to keep you occupied. She required you to help her with the Christmas gala and took you dress shopping (even though you had plenty of evening gowns) for a perfect party dress. As the witch as the dress shop hovered over you gathering measurements and deciding what tone would look best on you. Finally, the three of you decided on a form-fitting emerald green gown that pushed your breasts to new heights and a split that went nearly to your thigh. Walburga smiled from her seat.

“Come Easter holiday, we will be looking for a wedding dress.”

She was thrilled with your sweet smile. The seamstress looked up with a grin.

“Ah, getting married are you?”

You nodded, happily. Walburga normally didn’t let emotions other than wrath and anger show. Today, however, she smiled like a proud mother.

“She’s marrying my only son. Isn’t she a beauty?”

The seamstress nodded, eagerly.

“I thought she was your daughter, ma’am.”

Walburga stood and came to join you on the platform that you were standing on while the seamstress hemmed the bottom of the dress.

“She’s as good as. Y/n and my Regulus have been taken with each other since they were children. There is no one better for my son.”

The seamstress nodded with a smile.

“I saw your boy a few days ago, Mrs. Black. He is very handsome. These two will make lots of pretty babies.”

Walburga nodded, locking her gaze on you. The two of you made eye contact and your expectations as a woman and wife were clearly said without Walburga saying a word. She had made it clear that she wanted an heir but not anytime soon. You were thankful that she saw your views on wanting to wait until things with lord Voldemort slowed down. When he made the appropriate amount of progress and Regulus wasn’t out risking his life then you would have a baby.

“That is the hope.”

Walburga replied.

The Christmas gala came with no sign of Regulus coming home. You sat putting the finishing touches on your makeup before heading downstairs to the party. The last thing that you really wanted to do was go to this party without Regulus. Showing up without your boyfriend to a party where 98% of the invitees knew about your engagement was a bit tiresome. You didn’t feel like spending the evening saying polite thank yous to all of the people in your social circle wishing you well. It was rude and selfish, you knew this. All that you wanted was your lover.

Stepping into the room, your eyes immediately went to Evan and Emma. Your annoyance built a bit more. Emma got to have her fiance home. Before you could hide from your cousin, he spotted you and grabbed Emma’s arm to pull her over. Emma immediately smiled as her eyes met yours.

“Y/n!”

She said, cheerfully and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Hi, Emma. Evan when did you get home?”

Evan shrugged.

“Yesterday. Regulus should be back soon. There was a mission that one of the new worthless members of or cause messed up. Regulus had to go clean up the mess.”

You didn’t have to ask Evan what that meant. Regulus was out killing someone. You had told Regulus in the beginning that you didn’t want to know what he was doing when he went out. It didn’t matter how you felt about purebloods, half-bloods, or mudbloods. You didn’t want to hear about death. Since your own mother was killed years beforehand; you had always been sensitive to it.

“I see. I’m glad to see that you are alright.”

You wrapped your arms around Evan’s shoulder and kissed his cheek. If something had happened to Evan you would have been devastated. Evan smiled and returned the gesture. He looked between Emma and yourself with a pleased smile.

“Pureblood women are the prettiest. You two look simply lovely.”

Emma smiled and playfully smacked her fiance’s arm.

“You’re so talented at words.”

Evan shrugged, knowing that his fiance was right.

“I’m going to talk to Malfoy. I’ll leave you two together.”

When Evan walked away Emma turned her attention back to you. Your face had turned a bit more annoyed.

“What is it? You look furious.”

You scoffed.

“Lucius is back too? Everyone has their lovers back except for me.”

Emma’s motherly smiled returned as she reached out to fluff your hair.

“There now. Stop frowning. You’re going to get age lines too quickly. Y/n, you know what our men are doing is the right thing to do. We have to make sacrifices for the greater good.”

You wanted to scowl even harder at the comment on the greater good. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t make a comment about how you were questioning “the greater good.” Was all of this even worth it?

Emma’s voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“You look lovely. It's good to see that the best of our society came to this gala. I was afraid that Melissa would be here.”

You rolled your eyes. The feeling of annoyance about Emma’s hatred of your other friend returned.

“You know that her family wouldn’t have been able to afford a new dress for her. She would have looked simply dreadful.”

Emma added. You took a sip of the drink that you had snatched off of a tray.

“She is in France with her grandparents anyway.”

Emma’s cold eyes narrowed.

“I don’t understand your fascination with that girl. We are practically royalty and she’s just...poor.”

You sighed.

“She’s nice, Emma. Maybe it's a good thing to network outside of our own social circles from time to time. There could be something useful that comes out of friendships with others.”

It was Emma’s turn to roll her own eyes.

“Sure, if my house elf needs a new pillowcase to wear. Regulus!”

You quickly turned the moment Regulus’ hand touched the small of your back. Without even thinking, you threw your arms around his shoulders.

“You’re home.”

You said, softly. Regulus chuckled and pulled you into a soft kiss. He would have kissed you more but Regulus knew his mother would have a cow if the two of you started snogging in the middle of a party.

“I’ve missed you.”

He replied as you slowly backed away.

“I missed you too.”

You whispered, looking him over. Thankfully, nothing looked out of order. Regulus appeared to be perfectly fine with no injuries. He stood dressed in a full black suit and tie that matched your dress.

Emma, meanwhile, touched your arm so you wouldn’t forget her presence.

“I’ll leave you two alone. I’m going to find Evan.”

“Bye, Emma.”

You said, softly as Regulus gave her a nod. He waited until she was out of earshot before speaking.

“What was going on? You looked ready to punch her.”

You rolled your eyes as Regulus slipped his arm around your waist. He wanted to keep you as close to him as possible and you weren't about to object.

“She’s such a selfish person sometimes.”

Regulus nodded, rolling his eyes. You were never more correct than you were with that sentence.

“Emma and Evan are perfect for each other.”

Your eyes fluttered up to Regulus’ face.

“I hear that we are perfect for each other too.”

Regulus leaned closer. Having you this close to him after the hellish week that he had was more than welcoming. Regulus had big his mother and father a quick hello before coming to find you. You were the one that he wanted to see more than anyone in the world.

“Oh, my darling, you have no idea. This dress...it's going to look even more wonderful on my floor.”

You ran a hand down Regulus’ chest earning a sigh from him.

“Why don’t we get out of here for a little bit?”

You asked, resisting the urge to let your hand go lower.

“That sounds nice.”

The two of you left the party without gaining much attention. Walburga and Orion were so busy talking to the Malfoys that they didn’t notice Regulus lightly shoving you from the room and up the stairs.

The moment his bedroom door was shut, Regulus had you against the wall. Soft timid kisses quickly turned hungry as he shoved his suit jacket off. He groaned as your hands reached up and tangled in his hair to deepen the kiss.

“Need you, now.”

Regulus moaned between kisses. The past week had been one of the most exhausting in his life! Coming to find you in a dress that practically showed your tits to the whole room made the jealous lover in him go into hyperdrive. Regulus yanked the soft silky fabric until it ripped. He gave one more hard pull until what was left of the dress hit the floor.

Now you stood before him in only a silky white thong and your emerald heels.

“Now that’s better.”

Regulus growled before going for the thong. You gave him an amused scowl as he tore it off of you too.

“I am running low on lingerie.”

You commented as his hands trailed over your breasts to cup them greedily. Regulus stood up straight and looked down at you with that displeased expression. So, this is the mood for the night. You thought as that dom eyebrow of his rose up.

“I can do whatever I want, Y/n. I can rip anything off of my fiance that I want. If you are that worried about lingerie, I can always buy you more.”

You smirked and said in almost a teasing tone.

“Yes, sir.”

Regulus was suddenly pressed against you so hard that you could barely breathe. His handsome face was looking down at you with an angry hungry expression. Regulus’ hand tilted your chin so you were looking at him fully.

“So you want to be a smart mouth, huh? Well, princess that’s just fine with me.”

“The silencing charm…”

You muttered. The last thing that you wanted was for anyone to hear what the two of you were about to do. Regulus shook his head.

“No, you want to be a sassy little brat then I’m going to make you scream like a whore.”

His voice was low. It was low and oozing with pent up sexual energy from the past week apart.

“Reggie, I don’t want people to hear…”

Regulus’ hand was over your mouth silencing any more of your sentence from coming out. He leaned down nuzzling his nose against yours.

“Don’t you Reggie me. Now I’m going to shut that smart mouth up.”

He quickly started loosening his tie and tossed it to the side before going for his dress shirt. You swallowed, watching hungrily as he unbuckled his belt before pulling you back into another kiss.

“Time to shut your smart mouth up.”

He took your hand and moved it to the bulge in his dress pants.

“You know what I want.”

Regulus added, his voice softening a bit. You eagerly nodded as he wrapped his hand around yours and led you to the velour loveseat near the fireplace. Regulus kicked his shoes off before easing his dress pants down his slender waist. You wanted to whine the moment that his erection came into view.

“On your knees.”

Regulus ordered as he sat down, spreading his legs enough for you to kneel between his knees like the sweet princess you were. He tossed his mess curls over his shoulder as you knelt before him.

“Kiss me first.”

He said before leaning down enough to kiss you. You put as much passion as you could into the kiss. Regulus was clearly caught off guard and let the inner dom in him get lost in your mouth. You pushed up enough to be pressed against his chest as the snogging continued. Regulus rocked his hips the moment his brain seemed to realize that his cock was trapped between your joined bodies.

Regulus was the one to break the kiss.

“Get to work, princess.”

You did as you were told but decided to tease him a big first. Kissing his full lips once more, you moved slowly down his body. Pressing soft butterfly kisses to his chin, neck, chest, and stomach before moving to his waiting erection. Your eyes flickered to the dark mark on his arm before batting up to his face. As much as you wanted to admit that you didn’t like his “job” the dark mark on his arm was a turn on. Seeing your prim and proper lover with a tattoo was enough to leave you wet and dripping.

“Don’t make tell you twice.”

Regulus snapped.

“Yes, darling.”

You cooed before seductively licking a path down his length. Regulus fought the urge to close his eyes as you took him into your mouth. You focused on trying to make him moan. If he was going to be a cheeky shit and not put a silencing charm on the room then you were going to make him moan so loud that his mother would hear him downstairs.

You smirked at the thought of Walburga down there minding her own business. She would be mortified the moment that she realized that her son wasn’t in any danger but instead was getting a blow job. The two of you would get the tongue lashing of a lifetime that even Orion wouldn’t be able to save you from.

“That’s a good girl.”

Regulus hissed, trying to resist the urge to move his hips. Your violet eyes fluttered open and met your lover’s face. Regulus was biting his lip as he stared at you with lust-filled eyes.

You pulled away enough for Regulus’ cock to leave your mouth with a “pop.” Regulus groaned and leaned his head back against the sofa as his hands dug into the material You leaned forward and kissed his inner thighs while keeping one hand on his cock to keep Regulus muttering beneath you.

Internally, you cursed the control that Regulus had on himself. You wanted nothing more than to have him moan a little louder. Hearing him say “fuck” and “good girl” was thrilling but you wanted to have him gasping.

“I know what you are trying to do and I should spank you for it.”

Regulus growled before reaching down and pulling you into his arms. His mouth was back on yours as he claimed his prize. You quickly reached up and twirled your fingers in the curls that had fallen into his face.

“I like it when you spank me.”

You said against his lips. Regulus chuckled. He had let his hard side go to simply enjoy being close to you.

“I will never hit you but I won’t hesitate to lay you over my lap and spanking you.”

You gigged against his mouth before gently pulling his bottom lip into your mouth. Regulus reached between your bodies to circle your clit with his index finger. You immediately bucked against his hand.

“Not yet, naughty girl.”

Regulus wrapped his arms around you enough to lift you bridal style. You hungrily kissed the exposed skin of his neck. Leaving lovebites for the world to see was your next goal. You didn’t give two shits if the two of you returned to school looking as if you had been attacked.

Regulus dropped you onto the bed interrupting your thoughts of love bites. You stared up at him as Regulus removed your heels. He gently kissed your ankles before spreading your legs. Regulus wanted nothing more than to shove in and make love to you roughly. You, however, didn’t deserve that. It had been nearly a week since your last lovemaking. He wanted to make you feel good. If you could put your legs together the next morning that would be even more pleasing.

“Reggie.”

You whined his name earning a smile from your lover. He reached down and cupped your face. His dom persona had dropped quickly and was replaced by the sweet boy that you had fallen in love with.

“Soon, darling.”

He took his place over you and kissed your lips, cheeks, and collar bone. You sighed happily as his mouth moved down to your breasts. Stormy eyes met yours as he bit at your nipple before gently sucking at your stinging bud. Your hands ran through his curls as Regulus moved away from your breasts to kiss and lick a path down your stomach.

“You’re so wet.”

Regulus stated as he gently pressed two fingers inside of you. You bucked your hips earning a low laugh from Regulus as he shoved you back down. His voice seemed to drop an octave as he lowered his mouth to your folds.

“Nothing tastes better than you, love. You’re the only girl that I could do this too.”

Regulus whispered before licking a path down your folds to tease at your clit. Your eyes snapped closed knowing that Regulus was about to play unfairly. His goal at the moment was to overstimulate you. Swallowing back a sigh, you made a mental note to be quiet. You couldn’t let the party guests hear you screaming from your soon to be husband’s touch.

“Reggie, I need…”

Regulus stopped licking and looked up to you with that shit-eating grin. He ran a hand over his chin before taking his fingers out of you and licking them clean.

“What do you need, sweetheart?”

Regulus quickly took his place on top of you and turned your face to his.

“Tell me what you need.”

He said in a cheeky tone as he kissed your cheek not coming near your mouth. His hand had gone between your bodies to rub his erection against your clit.

“Make love to me.”

You cried.

“Make love to me, beautiful boy.”

Regulus smirked before shoving just the tip inside. You cried as he slowly pushed in a little more. He gave you enough for a bit of pleasure but not enough to leave you starry-eyed and gasping.

“Reggie, you aren’t playing fair.’

You whimpered. Regulus chuckled as he began to make love to you with just the little bit of his cock that he had given you.

“Who said that I played fair?”

He asked. Your violet eyes opened, narrowing on his arrogant smirk.

“Fine, if you aren’t going to fuck me properly then give me the vibrator in the bedside table. I know what to do with it.”

Regulus’ cheeky expression instantly faded and was replaced with that jealous scowl that he wore so well. This was the scowl that he always wore when you would talk to another boy that wasn’t Regulus or Evan. The last time that you had really seen Regulus’ jealous side was the day that the two of you had ran into Sirius in town and the older brother hugged you. Normally you wouldn’t play into Regulus’ jealousy. Today, however, it would get you what you wanted.

Without another word, Regulus shoved in balls deep leaving you spasming around him.

“You don’t need that toy when you have me.”

He hissed raising your thigh over his hip to give him deeper access to your body. You fought the urge to cry every time the tip of his cock hit your cervix. Regulus quickly put a hand over your mouth.

“Hush now. Do you want everyone to know what it sounds like when I fuck you?”

You shook your head as Regulus removed his hand in order to steady his own shaking body.

“Reggie, it feels so good.”

You cried with each snap of his hips. He didn’t ease up on the speed of his thrusts. You could tease him and tell him that he was being mean. That would just result in your cervix being abused harder. Not that you would be complaining. You would be moaning harder. You bit your bottom lip trying to stop the moans from coming out louder. In between heavy breaths you were already crying Regulus’ name.

Suddenly, Regulus pushed in further and held his position. He kept the head of his cock pressed against your womb’s entrance. You felt uncomfortably full. Rocking your hips, you pleased with him to move. Your body was stretching to accommodate Regulus’ sudden action.

“I was reading in a magazine about making your lover come without moving and I think that you are about to.”

Regulus said with a moan. He was trying to stop his own body from coming. It didn’t matter how much you were pulsating around him, Regulus wanted to hold on. He wanted to have more time to torment you in a delicious way.

“Reggie!”

You cried his name a bit louder before finally finding your release. Regulus closed his eyes thinking over everything he could to stop himself from coming (school, his role as a death eater, anything) but it didn’t work. It took one more squeeze of your spasming core to send Regulus over the edge of no return.

The moment he came, you sighed in complement. His come filled you as Regulus continued to fuck you through his own orgasm until he too froze. Regulus muttered something that sounded like “god damn it” under his breath before collapsing on top of you.

Your fingers stroked through his sweat-drenched curls as Regulus continued to come inside of you.

“That was perfect.”

You whispered leaning up enough to kiss his forehead. Regulus slowly pulled out enough so he could roll you into his arms. When the two of you were able to move, he would call for Kreacher to come to change the sheets. For now, however, he was too lazy to consider moving.

Regulus’ laughing quickly got your attention. You looked up at him sleepily.

“What’s so funny?”

He grinned down at you with a playful smile.

“By the way, there is a silencing charm on our room. Mother cast it herself. Just thought that you should know.”

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Control Freak - Grayson Dolan

summary: showing up to work is a bit different, and Grayson Dolan is a totally different person than y/n had initially thought..

warnings: swearing & fluff :)

a/n: for the sweet anon 💕 sorry it took so long!

It was never a choice, always a demand.

He didn't ask you to dinner, he only told you the time you needed to be ready on the following Friday of your "hookup". He's a very captivating man, you thought, but it was tremendously difficult to do your job for the next four days.

He gave you absurd tasks to do everyday, like you were his secretary, and barely acknowledged your existence. It almost made you question whether you like Mr. Kidman better or not. He was particularly nice with all your other coworkers and employees, he just didn't bat an eyelash at you. Not that you were mad or anything, because when you run through the events that had happened in his office only days ago, it's extremely difficult not to feel ashamed.

Fucking your boss upon the very first day of meeting him is a little much, yeah?

Whatever it was that went through your head that day, you internally knew that it was a big mistake. Office romance never really works out, and Grayson Dolan seems like an asshole. Well, to you anyway. You weren't sure if that was his type of "love language" with women. Fucking the daylights out of them and then ignoring their presence. Who knows, he's a man with needs.

But as soon as it was Friday and you stepped foot onto your office floor, it was an entirely different ball game. There was no one around. All the desks were empty and all the laptops and towers were off. Even the lights weren't on and there wasn't a coffee brewing aroma spilling from the break room.

Did you really come in on a Saturday?

When you looked at the date, it surely said Friday on it, but it sure didn't look like it. Even with your doubts, you continue down the room, heading towards your desk that was near the end, where Mr. Dolans office was. You were frightened when you saw what could only be your boss sat in your office chair, his feet up on your desk and his back turned to you as his hand held a framed picture. "This your boyfriend?" His low morning voice asked as he analyzed the picture, pulling his feet off and turning in the chair. Every single time you lock eyes with him, your breath would get locked in your throat and your cheeks would burn a dark red. But even if your body reacted hotly to him, your mind really does have a twisted mind of its own.

At first, you were going to admit that the man in the picture was your beloved brother, but something deep inside you made you lie; “No, that’s my husband, Mr. Dolan.” You cockily raised an eyebrow, seating yourself on your desktop and crossing your legs. “M’hm, so you’re married to your brother? That’s a bit weird, huh?” His brows furrowed as he slowly set the picture back where you had had it in the first place. In reaction, you just blandly roll your eyes, chewing on your bottom lip in anticipation. “That’s a terrible habit, you know.” He sighs as he gets up from your chair, towering you with his might and power. “What, biting my lip?” You met his harsh stare after doing a little browse of body, starting at the bottom with his shiny shoes of course. “Rolling your eyes, darling. It’ll get you into some trouble one of these days.” He explained in a deeper voice than his usual, unpocketing his hands and planting them on either sides of you as his face becomes level with your own. “Well unless you feel like doing something about it, I don’t see the reason to stop. I find it as a great alternative, honestly.” You sigh, looking down sheepishly at your nails, instead of his handsome face.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll figure something out to do about it. That’ll have to be solved later though, because we have a few plans for today.” He said as he stood back up properly and reached his hand out to you. You were going to decline it, but you were curious so you took it anyway, letting his strength pull you back up towards him. You settled your hand against his surprisingly soft chest, looking upward at him with a small smile. He smiled too, making your heart skip a beat and your cheeks flush a little more. “What sort of plans, if I may ask?” You question as you watch him pull away and softly interlock your hand with his own.

“Well, instead of just a nice little dinner I figured we could hit up some of my favorite food shops around the city and talk about some things.” He explained as he began to walk, holding your hand close to his body as his other hand was stuffed into his pocket. Your mind processed his words as the two of you near the elevator, exchanging a few glances here and there. You’re the first to push the button this time, snickering as you did so until you both enter the tiny room. When you looked at all the buttons that had the floors labeled on it, your stomach began to rumble with butterflies. You both mutually looked at each other, and the moment the sliding metal doors were shut, you attacked.

Your hand untangled from his own and slipped up to his cheeks, his own hands resting on your hips that he had only been grabbing at days ago. You slammed your lips against his soft ones and shut your eyes tightly. Apparently he had the same awakening as you, because he had had the exact same thing in mind ever since you had pressed that button. The two of you had your lips attached to each other, combing your bodies and running your hands along the entirely of your beings. At one point, you gained enough strength to run your hand down his chest and onto the front of his nicely tight pants, essentially palming him through the layers. Though you firstly thought it’d be funny for him to have a hard-on while the two of you walked around the city, he put an end to your suggestive actions quickly. “Not right now.” He sharply demanded against your lips as you “innocently” giggled, breaking away from his grasp and fixing yourself back to normal before the elevator hit the ground floor.

Once the doors slid open, you led the way through the large lobby and out of the circular exit doors with a funny smirk. He eventually caught up to you down the sidewalk and reattached his hand to yours again, swinging them this time as you let a cheesy smile take over your face. “So where are we going first?” You asked, resetting the mood and focusing on him.

The two of you walked around the large city for six almost seven hours, talking and laughing, eating delicious food from all different shops and markets and just having a good old time in each other’s presences. You even showed him a few of your own regular places. You had noticed that his actaul personality was entirely different from his work one. He was truly a hilarious person, who made you laugh until your stomach hurt and had you crying like a baby. It was honestly an upgrade, considering you thought he was an asshole a couple hours ago. After you had visited almost every possible spot by walking, the two of your decided on stopping at one of your favorite low volume bars for a drink or two before the night ends, instead of parting ways. After ordering your choices, you popped the question you had been waiting to ask him the whole day; “Why were you being a serious asshole towards me all week? I mean, I don’t feel that way as of now, but I’m curious to know.” You asked with a bit of nervousness in your voice, fidgeting with your drink as your swish the melting ice around. He took a deep breath and sighed, tapping his finger on the tabletop.

“Not to upset you or anything, but I think someone might’ve saw us y’know.. fucking in my office.” He spoke up, taking a gulp of his beverage shortly after. “So instead of being all “lovey dovey” and shit, I decided that if I acted like a dick towards you, then whoever was spying wouldn’t report anything. It was mainly an act, I’ll let you know. I’m not an actual fucking asshole.” He scoffed as a look of terror contorted your face. “Someone fucking saw us?!” You whisper loudly, your eyes widening and the grip you had on the glass tightening.

“I think so, but I could possibly be wrong.” He shrugs, watching as you settle your fingertips upon your forehead, rubbing them back and forth with concern. “Grayson, do you know what that means? I could actually lose my fucking job!” With a frustrated sigh, you let your eyes become watery. You knew you wouldn’t cry, but your heart did sink into your chest and your mind began to scramble. “Y/N, I’ll take care of it. I have people that can help me fix this situation, and you won’t lose your job in the process. Trust me, I have everything under control.” He soothes you, rubbing his hand up and down your back nicely. You trusted his words, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit stressed. For some relief, you picked up your drink and directed the bottom of the cup to the ceiling, setting it down a bit roughly when you had finished it and took a deep breath. “Lets just forget about this for now, we can talk about it later.” You say before waving for the bartender, asking for a shot for the two of you.

In that moment, you hadn’t planned on getting wasted or even plastered. But by the time Grayson could get you to get out of that seat at the bar, you were a pretty good mix of both. Yes, you were seeing a foggy double of most things and the ground looked a lot farther down than it had before. You didn’t even realize the amount you drank, you just noticed that Grayson took a lot slower pace than you did.

Maybe the news that he had admitted had made you all the sudden want to waste the night away and forget what he had said; or you just wanted to relax because being with Grayson all day was exhausting. Not that he was a nuisance or anything, he was just extremely intimidating and you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. Whatever it was, you sure had drank all the worries away, and became the stupid drunk that everyone finds annoying. Yep, you could name about every attribute of a young college girl wasted at some kind of frat party and you’d be the exact match. Being very loud and obnoxious, spilling many truths that you probably shouldn’t of, being a little too handsy in public, and just pure honesty about everything. Luckily you hadn’t thrown up at all, or that would’ve made everything worse.

You hadn’t noticed until the morning after, but Grayson had been very nurturing about everything. You were a bit embarrassing, but he truly didn’t show a care. Instead of taking you straight home, he let you have your fun, knowing you probably needed some sort of a stress reliever after what he had just revealed to you. He knew when enough was enough for you and politely pulled you from the building before you could become uncontrollable. He helped you wobble up the sidewalk until a taxi was available, to which he hailed and as careful as he could, loaded you into it. It was a short ride to his place, you only remember that because the story you were telling him had continued all the way until you were both alone in his beautiful penthouse. You thought it was very clean for a man, but suggested that all stereotypes aren’t true.

Once he had taken his coat off and set his things on the countertop in his kitchen, he helped you remove your shoes and basically carried you to a nice little room. He took your jacket off for you and helped settle your tired self into bed. “Thank you, Grayson.” Was the last thing you remembered before all the lights went out.

“You’re welcome.”

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[mayraki]

CHAPTER TEN

“great things take time”

CHAPTER NINE

SERIES MASTERLIST

MY MASTERLIST

who is max belinsky?

concept boards for the new characters

summary: Max Belinsky and JJ Maybank are the two troublemakers of Outer Banks. Going to parties, getting into trouble, having an attitude and being the two people you don’t mess with are the perfect ways to describe them. What would happen when the two people who seem to have trouble follow them around meet? One thing is fore sure, they didn’t expect this outcome.

“Are you ready for the craziest party of the year?!” John B yelled once he entered the Chateau.

“Wooohoo!” Sam yelled lifting her arms into the air.

“Like the enthusiasm!” He said. “We have to make the teams.”

“Teams?” Max asked confused.

“Yeah, we have to get a lot of stuff for the party. First of all, and the most important thing, the Kegs. The guy said he can’t come to leave them. Max, JJ, think you can handle that?”

“Is there something me and her can’t handle?” JJ asked while giving Max a smirk.

“I agree.” She said while pointing at him.

“Finally!” Hi lifted his fist into the air celebrating. “We agreed on something.”

After organising what was left to buy for the party, Kie with Sam, went to buy some red solo cups, Pope, John B and Sarah all went to spread the word around Outer Banks. It was going to be the biggest party they’ve all seen.

“I’m not surprised John B made us go to the get the Keggers together.” JJ said when he and Max were inside her old white Jeep. “We are the perfect team.”

“Well, I’m not surprised that you like the idea of me and you together.” Max started the car.

“Why?” He asked furrowing his eyebrows.

“You were the one who had a crush on me when we were kids.” He face palmed himself while Max bursted into laughter.

“Alright, hey John B, I’d like to change my partner.” He let his head out the window but it was too late, since Max had already started driving her car away from the Chateau.

“Too late, baby! You’re stuck with me!” She said between laughs.

“JJ, you are reading the map all wrong!”

“No, I’m sure it’s this way.”

“It can’t be, this is literally in the middle of nowhere. Where did John B said this guy was going to be?”

“I don’t remember the address exactly-”

“JJ, you didn’t wrote it down!?”

“It wasn’t that difficult! I thought I was going to remember it!”

“Well, clearly, you thought wrong! I can’t believe we’re fucking lost, no, we’re most than lost! This is a disaster.” She let her back hit the back of her seat while letting out a big sigh. “I’ll text John B to send me the address again.”

“Would you calm down? Look.” He pointed at some girls on the beach. “Let’s ask them.”

Three girls were walking closer to them with boards next to their bodies. They had long hair that would end up on their waist, surf suits on with backwards caps on their heads.

“Watch this.” JJ said once they were closer to them. Max lifted her eyebrow while following JJ with her eyes. She noticed he was doing his “famous” flirt with them. She crossed her arms across her chest while listening to the girls and JJ. “Hello ladies. Have any of you pretty ladies know this area well enough to helps us out here?”

Max let out a loud sigh after hearing his words. She rolled her eyes trying to convince herself what she was feeling inside wasn’t jealousy.

One of the girls furrowed her eyebrows confused before turning her head to Max. A little smirk appeared on her face and then she went back to JJ. “What do you and this beautiful lady over here need?” The girl said with a raspy voice.

“Uh-Uhm.” JJ was left without words when the girl called Max “beautiful.” While she was trying so hard to not let out a loud laugh after seeing the famous flirt not work for JJ, she took some steps forwards to be closer to the girls.

“We are lost. Can you tell us where this direction is?” Max handed the girl her phone showing the text message from John B.

“Sure. It’s a couple of miles from here. Go to the left when you can’t go straight anymore and then you’ll see this giant green sign. It’s around there. You won’t miss it.”

“Thank you! We really appreciate it.”

“No problem! And hey, if you’re ever here again, I’d love to show you around.” She said and a little smile appeared on Max’s face.

“I’ll remember that.” Max slowly nodded before turning around and seeing JJ’s surprise expression. “That was something.”

“Huh.” JJ said. Max bit her lower lip trying to not let out a loud laugh that was fighting to come out. “Well-”

“Now, don’t get jealous, it would never work out between me and her.”

“Right... because you’re not into women?”

Max slowly shook her head. “We’re too far.” She said softly before going inside her car and enjoying the look on JJ’s face.

“The girl was right. The kegs are secured and we’re ready to head back.” Max said with a smile while looking at her back seat where the three keggers were.

“Oh, wait a minute, wait a minute!” JJ said excited looking through the window of the Jeep.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She asked confused.

“That right there is a 3100 Coronet. That’s one of the best boats in here probably, $300,000 easy. I’ve never seen one up close.” JJ said while pointing to the white boat parked next to a house across to where he and Max where.

“What is it doing there, and not on the dock? I mean, if I had a boat like that I wouldn’t have it parked on my house.”

“My dad and I could only dream of having a boat like that. What I would give to be inside of it.”

“Well... What are you waiting for?” Max asked before opening the door of her Jeep. JJ turned to her confused. “There’s no one around, no owner, not a single soul on the beach, wouldn’t hurt if we checked it out, would it?”

“Sometimes I wonder why I didn’t met you before.” JJ said with a huge smile on his face.

“Great things take time, JJ.”

They both walked out of the Jeep and started to slowly walk to the boat making sure no one was watching them.

“Sweet.” JJ said while looking at the boat like he was falling in love. Max furrowed her eyebrows confused when JJ touched the boat and started to smile like a five year old who was watching a toy he always wanted.

“JJ, you know it’s just a boat. Right?”

“Seriously Max? Just a boat? It’s more than that. It’s a really expensive boat, the leader seats, the giant driving wheel, not forgetting to mention the speed that this baby is capable of going.” He said that like he was actually offended of Max’s comment.

She just shook her head annoyed. But eventually, once she saw how JJ went inside the boat and started to be even more surprised about the buttons inside, Max wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

“Wow. It looks way more bigger once you are inside.”

“Yeah, this baby can hold up to 10 people. Can you believe that? 10!” He lifted his fingers in front of Max’s face but she pushed them away.

“It’s still a boat.”

“Well, it’s not a surprised that I like this boat who doesn’t have a personality. I used to have a crush on you.”

Max opened her mouth offended. “You don’t get to play the uno reverse card on me. That’s my thing to annoy you with!” She pointed at him but he just let out a loud laugh. “Oh, that’s how you want to play things, huh? Come here!” Max was quick and was able to grab JJ’s neck with her arm and wrapped around it, making his face go to her chest. With her other hand she started to rub his hair while he was trying to break free.

“Gosh! You’re freakishly strong..”

“Dude! I have two brothers, I had to learn how to defend myself.” Max said before letting out a big laugh at the attempt of JJ trying to get out.

“But, seriously Max, you think that I actually want to break free? Look where my face is.” Max looked down and realized that his face was really close to her chest, not even a finger could go through that space. She lost strength on JJ so he was able to gain his posture back, but Max’s arm was still around his neck, making their faces be really close to each other.

“You’re going to punch me now, are you?” He asked.

She unconsciously looked down to his lips. He did the same while his breathing was heavy. They both stayed on that position enjoying each other’s closeness. A sudden wave of desire came over Max and JJ, they both wanted to close the space between them but all the courage they both had on themselves went away.

“I don’t want to punch you.” Max said after going back to his eyes.

“And what do you want to do?” He softly asked.

“Hey! You two!” A man yelled behind them on the house. That made JJ and Max jump and take some steps away from each other. The man was quickly walking towards the boat and Max noticed he wasn’t very happy about it.

“He doesn’t seem very friendly.” Max whispered to JJ.

He quickly shook his head. “Want to run?”

Max turned to him and a little smile appeared on her face. “Always.”

He grabbed her hand and started to count to three, but the man was already too close to them, so Max quickly jumped out the boat with JJ behind her still grabbing her hand.

“Come back here you punks!” The man yelled while Max and JJ were running towards her Jeep. Laughs were coming out of their mouths when Max opened her door and they both where inside her car.

“Start the car woman! Start the car!” JJ yelled between laughs with his eyes glued to the man coming towards the car.

“Don’t you two dare start that car!” He yelled but it was too late, the car was long gone the road.

“Believe me, I don’t get scared that easily, but that man was scary as shit.” Max said when they could stop the laughter after making sure the man wasn’t following them.

“Man! Everywhere we go, we always end up running away from someone.” JJ said before letting out tiny laugh.

“It’s our lifestyle, dude. Get used to it.”

“Oh, I’ll get used to it alright.”

“What do you mean?” Max did a quickly look to him and noticed he was just staring at the window.

“Oh, nothing.” He said shrugging his shoulders. “Would you look at that?”

“What?”

“The sunset.” He pointed at the veiw.

“Well, unless you want to die I can’t look at it.” JJ turned to her.

“Let’s just stop then. C’mon.”

“No, we can’t, we have to make it to the party.”

“We have time!” JJ let his hand rest on her shoulder. But quickly took it away once Max lifted her eyebrow. “They won’t miss us.”

“Talk for yourself. I would be miss, a lot for the record.” Max said jokingly, but since JJ didn’t say anything, she let out a tiny sigh. “Alright. I do love watching the sunset.”

Max parked the car on the side of the road facing the beach. They both walked out of her Jeep and sat down at the front, having the best view of the sky and the ocean in front of them.

“Gosh, that’s beautiful.” She said softly.

“Thank you.” JJ said jokingly. She turned to him and a huge smirk appeared on his face while she was trying to not let out a laugh. He went back to the sky but she was still looking at him. There was something about him, something that didn’t give Max the need to punch him or be annoyed at his stupid comments. He made her laugh, she had a fun time with him, she felt... safe. Something that she didn’t felt with a boy in a long time. She recognised the feeling she was having inside her stomach, those butterflies flying like crazy, she remembered that. And all the lovely feelings that came afterwards, but also, the bad ones. The crying and the feeling of not being able to get out of bed. All those times she tried to have something like that again, she failed. The horrible memories came back to her mind like a train that didn’t have an ending. It felt like that train was never going to go away, and it will always come back when it’s needed. Needed to protect Max from future pain. She wanted it to stop, stop being so over protective over her and let her experience. But it wouldn’t let her, it was screaming on the back of her head “Don’t fall! It’s going to happen again! He’s going to break your heart!”

But Max knew, that it didn’t matter how much her mind was going to try to stop her, because sometimes, one can’t control what the heart wants and who it falls for.

“Ready to head back?” JJ asked and Max noticed that the sun was completely gone and the darkness surrounded them.

“Yeah.” She said softly before getting up and walking inside her Jeep to drive back to the Chateau.

“Let’s get this lazy asses to help us with the keggers.” JJ said after getting out of the car.

“Right. Let’s go get them.” Max and JJ walked to the house but when they didn’t hear any noise coming from inside, they both looked at each other confused. “Weird. They should all be preparing the things for the party.” JJ nodded. Max walked to the porch with him behind her, but when two figures moved on the inside and she was able to connect the dots on what they were doing, she quickly turned around hitting her chest with JJ’s and making himself fall back with her.

“What?” He asked confused.

“Shhhh!” She whispered before grabbing JJ’s hand and walk him to her Jeep.

“What are you doing?!”

“Oh my fucking god. Oh my-”

“Max! What?” JJ shook her arms trying to let the words come out of her mouth.

“Sam! Kie!” She pointed at the house. “Sam! Kie!”

“What? What? What?”

“Kissing!”

“Kissing?” He asked confused. “Like on the cheek?”

Max slapped his arm. “No! Do you think that I would be freaking out like this if it was on te cheek!? On the fucking lips!”

He widen his out in surprise and Max nodded. “Oh.”

“Exactly!”

“Guys!” Max and JJ heard Kie say on the front door of the house. She had a smile on her face while walking towards them. “Glad you’re back!”

“Yeah! We just arrived, like right this second, not any second before.” Max said quickly.

“Right! What she said!” JJ let his arm go around her shoulders trying to seem normal.

“Alright...” Kie said confused at their strange behaviour but quickly brushed it off. “You want some help with the keggers?”

“You know what? No, we’re totally fine.” Max said nodding.

“Yeah! You go with Sam and keep... preparing the things for the party.” JJ scratched the back of his head while Max wanted to kill him on the inside for being suspicious.

“Ok! But let me know if you need anything.” She said before turning around and going back to the house.

“Oh my god, why didn’t she told me she was into Kie like that?” Max asked to herself. She was kinda disappointed that her best friend didn’t shared with her something so important. But at the same time, understood the situation and that it was something you say when you’re ready to say it.

“Maybe she didn’t know before today.” JJ said trying to comfort her.

“Maybe... I don’t know.” Max let out a tiny sigh. “All I know, is that tonight it’s going to be crazier than I thought.” She said. And boy, was she absolutely right.

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I HAD A FUCKING EXPLOSION THE OTHER DAY—

So if you follow me you know that sometimes I make Royal Chaos content. If you’re also a history geek like me you’d know that most of the heroes from RC if not all are based off of real people.

Six out of eight of the most beautiful people of Chinese history are in the game, being Pan’An, Song Yu, Prince Gao, who is also known as Lanling Wang for the men, and Diaochan, Zhaojun, and Yuhuan for the women.

The other two are missing: Wei Jie and Xi Shi.

But good news for you all because after some digging I found them. And they are SO CUTE! We need to make a petition for RC to put these characters into the game! I can DEFINITELY see the four most beautiful men and women having a connection with one another, like little hubs! 😫 But I know what you’re thinking now, maybe some of you. Royal Chaos shouldn’t take from other games! Oh, but my dearest reader, you do know that some of Royal Chaos’s characters are in different games too, right? It wouldn’t be “taking from,” now if they just stole the concept than yes it would be. It’s not like Sega took Mario and co for the Olympic Games, and Vice versa. It’s kind of like that in a sense. ☺️

So, with no further adieu, I bring to you...

✨Headcanons on what class they’d be in and what they can do, as well as background information!✨

Disclaimer: I’m terribly sorry if I spell any of this wrong, Chinese is not my first language and it’s hard to spell out in English. Also, tw // war and suicide mentions, as well as descriptions of murder and violence, just in case...

This is Xi Shi.

Her clothes actually remind me a lot of Diaochan’s with the colors, as well as the moon in the back, as per history, Diaochan was so beautiful the moon would shy away when being compared to her. Xi Shi on the other hand, was believed to be so beautiful that when fish would see her as they swam by, they would forget how to swim and sink to the bottom of whatever body of water they were swimming in. (Beauty can really kill huh?) Out of the four most beautiful women in ancient China, she was considered to be the first.

Her Background and Biography

Xi Shi was born in 506 BC on the nineteenth of July in China’s Zhejiang Province in a small village called Xi Cun, or “West Village.” Because a lot of people that lived there had “Shi” as a last name, and because she was born in the west, she was referred to as Xi Shi. She was born into a pretty ordinary household. Her father sold firewood for a living and her mother did silkwork. Ever since she was little, she would go out to this river to wash the silk that her mother had made. She lived during the Spring and Autumn Period, and within that time, China wasn’t a “whole country,” it was made up of several kingdoms fighting against each other. Xi Shi is from the state of Yue, which had been vanquished by the state of Wu. After that the Emperor of Yue, Gou Jian, was forced to serve the Emperor of Wu, Fu Chai, for three years. Gou Jian then thought of a plan to defeat the Wu State and take power back. He knew that the Fu Chai was a sucker for pretty women, and he also knew that if Fu Chai was surrounded with beautiful women, he would be too distracted to work for his state. But for this plan to work, Gou Jian needed to find a woman that had stunning beauty that was willing to sacrifice herself for the better of the country. Gou Jian found Xi Shi and he picked her. He then asked his minister, Fan Li, to take Xi Shi to Fu Chai as a tribute gift from Yue. On the way however, she fell in love with him, as he was wise and kind. He reciprocated her feelings in turn. Now, they could have escaped this plan and thwarted it but they were both loyal to their country. So, they made a pledge of their undying love for one another in secret. When she was brought before Fu Chai, he was indeed entranced by her, spending more and more time with her, neglecting his duties. After some time, he realized that he should not have been bewitched by her, as the Yue Stare had become more powerful due to his neglectful behavior. Gou Jian had invaded the state of Wu and forced Fu Chai to commit suicide. When this happened, Xi Shi’s mission was complete. The ending that I choose to believe is that she reunited with Fan Li and she lived on with him after he quit his job as a minister. The other ending is really grim...

Her Class and Quality

Xi Shi could definitely be a scholar, an AOE especially. I can imagine that she could do something similar to that of Diaochan, despite her being a medic. She could impact the opposing formations’ abilities to put damage on the formation shes defending using a debuff, much like Daji can do. I can see her being a Defense Hero and possibly having strength in Control for all these reasons, as well as real history, helping her state in the face of despair. She could be considered as a fabled hero, but could also be an epic hero considering the bloat of the fabled class making up mostly half of the hero cast as a whole.

Her Possible Abilities

Chant of Heroism

She can attack anywhere from 4 to 8 times descending on CRIT, dealing 60%+164 DMG to a random front enemy with each hit, lasting one round. Until three layers are tagged, the enemy will lose anywhere from 15 to 25 HP, decreasing DEF by 4%.

Promising Honor

50:50 chance of tagging a back or front target. Allies then force attention to the front if the tag is in the back, dealing 5% more damage. This tag cannot be dispelled for two rounds.

Her Preferred Gems and Treasure

Gems: DEF, ATK, ACC

Treasure: Primarily something with a DEF bonus, so the lamps, each one activating her Destiny ability. However, any other treasure that offers an ATK or RES bonus is also good.

Her Occupation

I can imagine her working in the Ministry of Defense as a General, much like Wen Ruyan. For her other occupation, she could be a poet of some kind, probably a primary or mid poet, something like that, or she could be a primary chess sage.

Hero Compatibility

She could work with other scholars that can do some damage, namely Song Yu and Ying Zheng. She could also work with medics depending on their skill set. Diaochan would be a prime choice.

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The guy on the right is Wei Jie.

Look at that cat! (´⊙ω⊙`) But for real, this poor guy. He reminds me of the “gentle giant” archetype. Not just because of his looks, no, he’s actually ill with some kind of disease. (I have a head canon that it’s AIDS/HIV, but I don’t have a lot of evidence to support that right now. All I know is that his immune system is very weak to infection and he has respiratory problems and it’s just that he’s very weak overall...) Despite his health however, he’s actually compared to Jade, being like a jade doll. Jade is very valuable in China and is considered to be a very precious stone, especially in the eyes of aristocrats and royalty. Out of the four most handsome men in ancient China, he was considered as the fourth.

His Background and Biography

(I had to use multiple resources for this, I couldn’t find a lot of information on him, so I had to get creative. Sorry!)

Wei Jie, like Pan’An, also lived during the Xi Jin (Western Jin) Dynasty. He was born into a very wealthy household, and was recognized for his beauty alone at the age of five. His uncle, who also had extraordinary good looks, said that walking with his nephew was like “having a gleaming pearl at my side.” He had fans from far and wide, causing chaos and the forming of something along the lines of a twisted harem to form under his shadow. When Wei Jie grew up, this only got worse. Hoards of women would literally block the streets and chase after him because they all wanted him so badly, which this caused a lot of backlash onto his family. Because his family was aristocratic, they had to keep a sensible reputation. People were jealous of the Wei family because of the immense wealth and beauty that they all possessed. Luckily, Wei Jie couldn’t go out that often, as he doesn’t have a strong body, and has been ill since his infancy. He wasn’t allowed to go out during his childhood because of the fear that whatever ailment he had could spread. Because of this belief and the immense jealousy that others had, most of his family, with the exception of his father, fifth uncle, and cousin, were all murdered quite brutally. This lead him to be the young master of the Wei Manor. This pattern of not going out a lot and things continued on for some time. He would go out on occasion if he really needed something, and he didn’t necessarily like all the attention he brought to himself unknowingly. He grew easily overwhelmed by it and constantly sought to get away from the large groups of people that swarmed him. This anxiety and stress of attention exhausted him, and he actually passed from all that exhaustion. He was “watched to death,” as people said. Poor guy... he just wanted to be alone... let us introverts be!

His Class and Quality

Oh, he’s a medic, for sure. I know also that he was an imperial physician in the game I found him from, but he only worked on commission, if that makes sense, like if people actually wanted to be treated by him. He would kind of be like a better version of Shizhen. Very agile and quick, but also the more you get to him, his attack rate can slowly increase. I can see him being some kind of control hero. Back Support too, that would make sense. So control + support. He would be in Fabled Class, definitely. Props to him!

His Possible Abilities

Jade Solstice

Chanting a medical spell from his calabash gourd, he can stun a front line enemy for one round, lowering 20 rage. If a critical is achieved, they will turn chaotic and attack other members of their formation for one round, taking away 15% of the enemies overall DEF and then giving it to his other formation members.

Internal Grace

Shielding himself using the gourd’s energy, he gains 10% RES. Any rage prompted attack he makes will grant him 2% more ATK bonus points for one round, increasing the formation’s overall CRIT by 10%. This can be layered twice and cannot be dispelled or immune to.

His Preferred Gems and Treasure

Gems: HP, CRIT, ATK

Treasure: To increase damage while keeping DEF, use the stamps. However, any CRIT or ATK bonus treasure is good too, just as long as it buffs his accuracy as well!

His Occupation

This is where it got tricky. I would assume he would work alongside Pan’An in the Ministry of Rites where they would compose poems together. It’s just that since he can’t actually go out too much that’s where it gets a little complicated. He could probably act as some kind of moderator or something along those lines, something where he wouldn’t have to deal with people that much.

Hero Compatibility

He would need strong tanks to help him out. Prince Gao, Prince Jing, or even Xiang Yu would be good for him. He would also want heroes that would boost his abilities even more, gotta have that support, you know? Wu Zetian, Yuhuan, or Pan’An would be good choices.

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Now for the final part...

✨Connections✨

Xi Shi

I think they’re’s already a connection that has Zhaojun, Diaochan, and Yuhuan in it. I would take that and add Xi Shi into the connection, but also bring her attributes to the table, in summary. What I mean by that is take her attributes and summarize them into one. So her strongest asset would be the fact that she could be an AOE with a control bonus. She could add ACC and DEF to the table to help with your formation if activated.

Wei Jie

Just like the ladies, I know there’s already a connection with Pan’An, Song Yu, and Prince Gao in it. Same deal, take it, put him in it, and add his summarized ability. He could be a Medic with strength in CRIT. So, he could bring CRIT to the table, obviously, as well as extra ATK buffs if activated.

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To conclude, *coughs as if to clear throat* Xi Shi, Wei Jie. We need to add them. The quartets aren’t filled up yet. Wouldn’t it be a surprise for them to finally come together in gorgeous matrimony as the queens they are? All heroes are queens. Plain and simple, not matter how awful their skill sets may be at times. (We see you, Shizhen. You matter, even though his skill set isn’t the best he’s still kinda great 😅)

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Unspoken Words •Kōtarō Bokuto x Reader•

Summary: Y/n and Bokuto are at the airport, saying their final goodbye's for now as Y/n is going to study at a university in Yokohoma. And even then, she can't bring herself to confess her feelings for her childhood best friend.

Warnings: Angst and fluff in the end

Wordcount: 1,9k

The atmosphere was suffocating, Bokuto and Y/n sitting next to each other on the uncomfortable plastic chairs in the airport. Y/n dreaded this day, the day she'd have to let Bokuto go. They knew each other since kindergarten, they grew up together, going through thick and thin, through tears and laughter. Now, this was going to be a rarity. 

"Y/n?" She turned her head to her best friend, admiring his eyes for a second before nodding his way, telling him to keep talking. "Do you want something from the vending machine?" He asked, awkwardly scratching the nape of his neck as he stood up. "Sure." She nodded, sighing deeply as her eyes followed his figure until he disappeared into the mass of people. Y/n had hoped this would be easier, but now it was awkward, both of them not wanting to say bye just yet. Right now, it felt like the last years flew past them like they only met yesterday. There was so much they still wanted to do together. 

"Here." Y/n startled as she saw her favorite drink in front of her, muttering a thank you before taking it, deeply sighing as she leaned back in the chair. "Bo?" "Mhm?" The silver-haired boy turned his attention toward her as he sat down, putting the straw into his milk carton. "Why is this so fucking hard?" Bo sighed as he realized she wouldn't meet his eyes, letting his free hand run over his face. "I don't know. I never thought there would be a day of us separated, and now I have to say farewell today." Bokuto admitted as he stared ahead, eyeing the people that walked past them as Y/n put her straw into her drink. "I hate it." She declared, taking a sip of the juice. "Okay, let's stop moping around. We still have time to mope around later." Y/n grinned as she turned her body towards Bokuto, who did the same, crossing his legs. 

"So, do you think you'll get a boyfriend in Yokohoma?" Bokuto tried to ask as subtle as possible, his golden eyes not meeting hers as he took a long sip of his drink. "I don't think so, but we'll see what happens." As much as this answer calmed Bokuto, it also worried him. Something about Y/n with another man by her side made his blood boil in a way he couldn't understand. "What about you? I mean, there are a lot of pretty women in Osaka, and you're joining the MSBY Black Jackals. There are going to be a lot of women who'll want you," Y/n grinned, despite the pain that erupted deep within her chest. However, in the end, she knew she couldn't claim Bokuto. Even if there was a chance of them ending up together, the distance between them would be too much, especially over the years. "I know...but do they want Bokuto the volleyball player or Kōtarō Bokuto? I don't need someone by my side who loves me for something the media will portray me as. I need someone who loves me for who I am, who knows me." Y/n's breath hitched as her eyes met his, golden eyes staring right into hers, and for a second, it seemed like the world stopped spinning before a smile covered her face. "The girl who'll win your heart will be so lucky, Bokuto." She reassured, blinking away the tears that prickled at her eyes. Of course, it hurt letting him go, but his happiness was her priority, even if it wasn't with her. "Not when my heart beats for someone else already." Another painful tug at her heart. "I knew you fell in love with  Akaashi." That made them both laugh, as Y/n let her fingers run under her eyes, wiping away the upcoming tears. 

"Flight 287 from Tokyo to Yokohoma will board in twenty minutes." Y/n's ears perked up when she heard her flight, her heart sinking at the announcement. "That's your flight, huh," Bokuto stated, a frown covering the ace's face as he turned his head towards her. She only nodded, playing with her fingers as tears started welling up in her eyes. So, this was it. That was the end of their shared chapter. She wouldn't be at his games anymore, not the one wearing his spare jersey, making sure to be louder than everyone else there, despite losing her voice the next day. He wouldn't be the one picking her up in the middle of the night for McDonald's, singing their favorite songs loudly, as if it was their last day together. 

With a sigh, Y/n stood up, but before she got a chance to lift her bag, a familiar hand gripped her forearm halting in her movements. Her eyes darted up to Bokuto's as his eyes filled with tears, and he tried to keep his sniffles down before he let go. "No..." She muttered in shock as she saw him take off his Fukurōdani volleyball jacket. Bokuto knew that Y/n loved this jacket since ever, however, Y/n never had the chance to tell him that she loved it because it smelled like him, and it helped her aching heart for him. Y/n couldn't help the tears that fell down her face as he took it off, slowly wrapping it around her shoulders as she slipped her arms through the sleeves. They both stopped as she had to jacket on, his hands still on her shoulders as she looked up at him. Kiss him, she thought. It would be a perfect time. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him close as she buried her head in his chest, letting her tears flow as her body got raked by sobs. She ignored the way his breath ragged as salty tears wetted her hair, silently slipping something into his back pocket of his sweatpants, before embracing him tightly. 

"Oh, Jesus." She muttered as she let go, chuckling as she wiped the tears once again, even though they didn't dare to stop flowing. "An emotional rollercoaster," Bokuto muttered as he let his fingers wipe away his tears. Y/n only nodded before heaving her bag over her shoulder, her hand wrapping around the handle of her suitcase. "Don't forget about me when you're famous! Also, be safe, idiot!" She exclaimed, a bright smile on her face as she slowly walked away from him. Bokuto smiled, despite every fiber in his body calling out for her. "You too! Text me, and call me when you land!" He brightly smiled as he waved, not wanting to make this goodbye even harder than it was. 

Now Y/n was sitting in her assigned seat, not being able to stop crying as she buried her face in the collar of the Bokuto's jacket, deeply inhaling the smell that was almost too familiar. God, why didn't she say anything? Why wasn't she brave for once?

Bokuto's face was buried deep in his large hands as sobs racked his body, glad that he managed to keep his tears at bay until he was safe in his car. Now his best friend, the girl he had a crush on for years now, was moving away, moving hundreds of miles away from him. 

Bokuto's eye furrowed as he felt something pocking his backside, and he let his hand slip into the back pocket of his sweats. Once again, tears streamed down his face when he saw the polaroid in his hand, a warm smile covering his face. It was a picture of a weekend trip they did together with Kuroo and Kenma. They were sleeping, Y/n beside Bokuto, his arms wrapped tightly around her, her face nuzzled in the crook of his neck and legs entangled with each other. Once again, it made his heart ache. Why didn't he say anything?

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THREE YEARS LATER 

"What are you doing today, Bokuto? Where is your spirit?" One of his teammates asked with a shake of his head as Bokuto fucked up what felt like the hundredth spike today. "Sorry," Bokuto muttered, groaning as he let his hands run over his face. He couldn't exactly tell what was ticking him off today, but it made him more than depressed. Today he wasn't even close to being good enough for this team. The other team seemed to catch on his mood, making sure to spike the ball into his direction a lot more, gaining point after point.

"Come on, Bo! You got this!" Bokuto's whole body froze on the spot as he heard the voice, despite the cheering and chattering of the other fans that had gathered in the arena. So familiar yet so strange, so close yet so far away. His eyes widened as he stood up straight, his body turning until his eyes fell upon her. Y/n. The way she stood there, eyes bright with happiness, his current jersey hugging her body, over it his old Fukurōdani jacket. He blinked rapidly, wanting to make sure she is real, and a bright smile covered his face as she waved over to him, making the girls beside her look at her with a dirty look. 

Just seeing Y/n seemed to spike another flame deep within him as he spiked the ball, now gaining point after point for their team. His teammates wondered what had changed, but they certainly didn't question it. They were just glad that Bokuto seemed to find his old spirit.

Loud cheering erupted around them as Bokuto got the final point for their team, however, his eyes only focused on Y/n, who cheered loudly, a bright smile on her face. "Bokuto-" Before their captain could say anything else, he sprinted across the arena, all eyes on him as he jumped the fence that separated the bleachers from the field. Y/n's eyes widened as the girls beside her started screaming when Bokuto ran over, stopping in front of her. And as they stared at each other, still in shock, it seemed to drown out the screaming of the girls and the whispers that filled the arena. 

Before Bokuto could say anything, Y/n's hand wrapped around the collar of his jersey, pulling him down as she pressed her lips onto his hungrily. For a second, he froze under her grip before wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, letting himself melt into her. "This was long overdue." Y/n panted, cheeks flushed as she let go of Bokuto, his arms still tightly wrapped around her. "Definitely." He chuckled, eyes glowing brightly, a breathtaking smile on his face as he shielded her a bit from the curious cameras of the reporters. "And now go get your medal." She grinned, pressing another kiss onto his lips before detangling herself from his arms, making him fake-pout before he turned around, jumping over the fence and jogging back to his confused teammates. 

Y/n smiled to herself as the girls beside her gave her jealous looks, but her eyes were only focused on Bokuto, who happily took his medal, his eyes gazing over to her more than he'd like to admit. Maybe their closed chapter just opened up a new one, a one both had dreamed of for years.

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Peonies Chapter 5

This took me a little longer than expected because school has me wrapped up in papers and research projects. Someone do this work for me so I can sleep since I haven’t slept well in nights!!!!!!

But anyway. This chapter was interesting to write and I hope that y’all enjoy!!! 

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Masterlist 

Damn him. Damn him damn him! Grabbing the closest random vase to chuck it against the wall. Me! Sleeping with Peter? I would rather die in a pile of shit that had smallpox than sleep with that moron! It’s been a day and I still find those words making my stomach curl! Maybe another vase? Ah these this naked porcelain statue. Chucking it against the wall as it finally made me feel a little better.

How did I allow one man to have such control over my emotions! To flood my mind, body, and soul as if he is a flash flood in the valley! I don’t even..I’m going to drive myself into a pit of never ending darkness. That damn man with those...beautiful blue pools of his eyes that sparkle in the sunlight. I’ve never seen such beautiful eyes in my life. Those strong cheekbones that could cut someone with a knife.

FUCK!

Maybe write a letter..I imagine the family is missing me and I’ve only written two letters so far here. Father is probably worried that I’ve been converted to the Orthodox ways. (Well I’ve been breaking the laws of the catholic church but luckily these people are too busy with themselves). I sat down at my desk to begin thinking on how to send back a positive message when I’m dying on the inside.

Dear Father.

Remind me to never make allies with Russia if I ever become Queen of Italy. These people are uncultured, disgusting horny toads! It feels like I have walked into a brothel except they’re not a bunch of dirty poor people. Now it’s a vast amount of extremely broad people on the court.

I’m not asking for you to save me or come galavanting from the homeland to come save me. Catherine still needs a lot of help and it’s getting worse before it gets better. To think that I gave the Russians the benefit of the doubt because I knew Catherine would be a little sensitive to the whole situation. But this is just horrible. I literally witnessed the Emperor laying with someone in the middle of the hall!

This is definitely a reminder of what not to do when I become Duchess at least. No wild parties at court more than once a week, and no.

My chamber doors bursted open to see Marial storming in, closing the doors behind her. She turned her back and leaned against the door. A panic expression was written on her face as I was waiting for an explanation.

“Yes Marial?” Asking as I continued to work on my letter.

“We’ve got a problem?” I took a sip of my wine that I had sitting out with me.

“Don’t we always?”

“It’s Catherine.” Putting down the quill as I turned around in my chair to stare at her.

“Is Catherine alright?”

“Now that she's Leo , yes. But the ladies..they did something bad. Not extremely bad but bad.” Is this a situation where I should be extremely worried? Worried? Or just a pat on the shoulder should make her feel better.

“After we passed out the eggs to the ladies of the court, Lady Svenska invited her to the tea party she threw, they were in a dance and one of the ladies punched her in the noise and caused her nose blood.” No. NO! NOT WHILE I’M AROUND!

“Are they still at their dance?” Popping up from the chair as I walked over to my trunk.

“Yes. They will be for another hour or two.” Which means pastries and tea will be required. Did I bring it? I really thought I brought it YES!

“Please let Catherine know that I will be handling these women the way they should’ve been. Tossed back down to the station they truly belong in, not what they thought.” Ordering Marial as I rang my bell for Fernanda. She came in as I placed the bottle on the end of the desk.

“Yes M’Lady.”

“Did we bring tea dance attire?” Asking her as she nodded.

“Great. Get my full attire ready, I’m going to way these peasants.” AS before you know I hate wearing the wigs, corsets, layers of face paint, and the dress. But duty calls in this situation because no one lays a hand on my cousin!

Taking off my boots as I heard someone come running into my room as I waited to see who it was. Catherine slid in as I was still sitting there taking off my boots. If she thought she could talk me out of this then she’s surely mistaken.

“Chiara please don’t!” Catherine begged as Fernanda came in with the dress as Catherine looked like she was going to explode.

“You don’t have any idea how this country works and if you do something like this then you could ruin everything I’ve worked so hard for.” Catherine stood directly in front of me as I leaned back against the chair.

“Well your last plan turned out to be a disaster and look what they did!”

“Minor setbacks tend to happen in these situations.”

“You’d call that minor?” Pointing directly as her nose as I got up from my desk.

“Please Chiara just because this works in your country doesn’t mean the same thing here. Peter will see this as an attack and were right in the middle of a war! He would be more than happy to send soldiers just because you caused half the women of the court to suffer.” Rolling my eyes as I began unbuttoning my shirt.

“Might I make a suggestion?” Marial poked her head into the bedroom as we both turned to face her.

“There’s always smacking me down.” See we wouldn’t be in this situation if Catherine would’ve just listened to Marial and I!

“Yes! Look if you don’t smack her down then I’ll be taking this matter into my own hand. And of course it has to be in public. And you’ll really have to say something to really piss off Catherine.” She knows that if she doesn’t do it then I’ll be doing what I do best.

“The horse fucking.”

��Cause allegedly you did. Though I don’t know how you would but maybe if you sort of..”

“Fine. Tonight Elizabeth is throwing a party in honor of the archbishop being selected so I guess we’ll do it there. Can we talk privately?” Catherine whispered as I looked at Fernanda to leave the room. Marial followed suit to close the bedroom door for me to sit back down at my desk.

“Though I appreciate you willing to avenge my attack. I think you enjoy getting ahead of yourself.”

“We’re family. No one hurts la mia famiglia.” I turned away from her to walk over to the small liquor table that sits in my bedroom. Pouring her a glass of wine then grabbing mine from my desk.

“Here. Something to make you feel a little at home.” Handing it to her then she looked at the bottle.

“Gaja Ornellaia. Dark and sweet.” Clinking glasses together as we both took a sip. Motioning her to sit as she sighed.

“How do you deal with women of the court? Sucking up to them sounds torturous and there’s no way that I can stoop to their level of living.” Catherine sat down on one of the loveseats for me to sit down at my desk.

“This court is one that I won’t be forgetting till the day I die. It’s one that has been let loose to do their own bidding. For the moment I wouldn’t suck up to them, but obviously we’re on a mission to make everyone in favor of you instead of Peter. So gifts. Not like your golden eggs but something that will truly aid them in their boring day to day lives. Maybe a better doctor for instance, or even a dentist. Lord knows how rotted their teeths are and could use at least some sort of cleaning. Though they say their modern, it’s more a barbaric modern.”

“You’re the empress Catherine. You have a lot more power at your fingertips then you realize and they’re trying to make you inferior because you’re new to the court. If you really wanted to you could strip down Svenska from her station if you truly wanted to. Lord knows I would at this point in my mind.”

“The ladies are led by Svenska with the amount of money..”

“Who's the Empress of Russia? Who rules Russia? The donkey face can’t even work up the courage to hit you she sends one of her ladies to do it. I really need to find that mean bone in your body and drag it out of you. I’d hate to say it but there is no such thing as a loving Queen. Most of us who are in royal power must rule with an iron fist but that doesn’t mean to be a monster onto the people like your moron of a husband.”

“Be truthful and fair to the people. Gain their trust in the way they need it, not you.” Close enough.

“Tell me Chiara. What exactly were you going to do with the ladies if I hadn’t come by to stop you?”

“Remember that cruise two years ago?”

“Chiara!”

“What! It worked last time, why wouldn’t it work a second time.” It really would’ve and if something like that happens again while I’m around it will work again.

Catherine put her glass of wine down to then lean a little more towards me which caused me to lean back against the seat.

“You’re a lot more bitter than usual. Is everything alright?” No. Everything is not alright! How can any of this be alright! This country! These people! Backwoods! Horny toads that just do whatever they Goddamn please without respecting..Oh it’s not even that! Fucking Grigor accusing me of sleeping with the moron Emporer who has a mind of a child! How dare he accuse me! I wouldn’t have any sort of sexual contact with him if he was the last man on this earth. If the gates of hell were open and the choice for me to go into Heaven was having sex with Peter I still wouldn’t partake in it!

“Peachy. Just absolutely peachy.” Chugging the rest of my wine to then throw my empty glass against the wall.

“You know that scared me for the first few weeks of being here. But now..” Finishing her drink to then chuck it against the wall. Shattering against it as she laid down on the love seat.

“But now it’s become a permanent sound in my mental wallpaper.” Grabbing the bottle to then walk over to where she was laying then sat down next to her. Getting comfortable as I pulled the cork out with my teeth to spit it across the room. Taking a drink to then give her the bottle.

I’ve yet to look at the top of my room since I moved in. They’re cupids that are dancing around in the clouds. Not sure who exactly designed this room but those cupids...they're so masculine..Why are they so muscular? I know no baby ever comes out this muscular no matter who the father is. Zeus himself could not ever make a baby this muscular!

“Catherine. Catherine. Lookup.” Pointing directly at them as her head tilted in curiosity.

“They’re cupids.”

“Yes they’re cupids. But have you ever noticed that they’re extremely muscular. They’re babies and have more muscles than Zeus himself. Just look!” We began laughing as the bottles continued to go back and forth between the both of us. This is exactly what I think we both needed. No men, no Government, not worrying about anything and just laughing at extremely masculine cupids.

“How is Leo? How is having a lover in your life?”

“It’s..intoxicating and confusing. When I first arrived I planned to make Peter fall in love with me as I am a romantic. Then tossed into a wheel of uncertainty. Leo says that he has fallen for me and..it feels so wrong from everything I’ve once believed in.” That’s one word to describe everything I’ve gone through so far.

“Our worlds are messy. We always think that it will be easy as those before us. But the world...people..him..it’s unclear.”

What am I doing? I’m to be a Grand Duchess in the next year or two, there’s a possibility of being a Queen and I’m in a tiny crisis on how to deal with some Russian that’s just using to get back at his wife? That didn’t even feel like the case till he brought up Peter and the accusation. But...look what he’s going through in his life as I imagine he doesn’t want his wife to be behaving like this.

Grigor...Grigor...for some reason the thought of his arms being wrapped around me is helping me fall asleep..so peacefully. He does this thing with his thumb where it glides up and down where it’s placed and it brings such comfort.

After drinking for a little longer than predicted. Catherine and I ended up sleeping directly where we were sitting for more than two hours. Alcohol is such a good night medicine. Fernanda came in to wake us as we both felt like brand new people and we had to get ready for Elizabeths party.

Per usual I truly didn’t feel like getting shoved into a dress and from what I’ve gathered about Elizabeth this party will end up becoming a clothes off party. So why not just dress the part but not get involved. Besides...I want to piss off Grigor for his accusation so why to wear as little as possible for something he’s not receiving.

My beautiful crafted corset that was pink with gold floral designs all around it. My plain white long sleeve shirt was underneath the corset with my nice pair of black pants and boots. Quite the scandal some would say. (But as you know it’s me just trying to be comfortable.)

“Boot dagger.” Fernanda tossed the sheathed knife onto the bed as I placed my boot on the bed and placed it in the boot. And now we’re set.

“Feel free to let loose tonight. I should be able to get myself ready to sleep and probably will be extremely intoxicated.” She nodded as I fixed my shirt so that my chest would be a little more exposed than most times.

Wait, something is missing. Rings yes, boot knife yes, and OH! Necklace! Walking to the desk to pull out my jewelry box to pull out my pearl necklace. The first few rows of pearls were tight around the neck itself then relaxed across my chest. Oh yes. Much better.

Walking out of my bedroom to already hear the madness going down near the end of the hallway. I really need a break from this palace. I’m in Russia and I should be going into the cities to at least see them! Maybe Catherine would be up for a trip to Moscow or Saint Petersburg sometime soon. I think that it would do her some good to go out and see the people to get a complete understanding of the country that she lives in. It does no good for a rising Empress to preach about change when she hasn’t met her own subjects. At home I would constantly go out and about to see my people. Support their businesses and make sure everything was doing okay. Yes her and I are in different situations but going out every once in a while wouldn’t hurt.

Walking into the party to see people were holding snakes, animals, and...a bird? I must admit this is one interesting party. Reminds me of when we had an animal exposition a few months back and I got to see a Tiger from China! But I imagine that would be impossible here due to the fact that the tiger would eat all of them up.

Looking around to see the ladies were sitting around the fireplace laughing as I wanted to choke the donkey face till she turned a different color. Ah and George. The Emporers would be where you had the audacity to become angry when Grigor and I were fooling around. The hypocrisy that spills from her mouth is exhausting.

Speaking of Grigor, where is he? Trying not to look suspicious as I searched the room to see him sitting with Peter and children as they drink wine? They look around 10? Mother didn’t even let me touch a drop besides communion till I turned at least 12! He looked directly at me to form a smile on his face. Maybe I over blew the whole situation. Tends to be a problem of mine which I need to fix.

“These parties..so interesting.” Catherine commented as we continued into the party. A waiter passed by with one glass as I snuck it for myself.

“Remember the plan.” Winking as we both sat down with the bitches.

“So. Tell me of your lives here.”

“All is bliss in the court of Peter.”

“Of course life is bliss here. But if tiny improvements could be made, and I could help you as Empress, that would gladden my heart to be a friend and a use to you all.”

“Why don’t you stop the war?” Why don’t you stop being a child? Impossible. They all chuckled as I wanted to scream.

“I will note it down. But it is probably beyond me at this point. Maybe more immediate things.” I can’t chime in on this because I don’t really live here full full time. (Though it feels like I’ve been living here for ages!)

“Well, the carriages are always in disrepair. They do not fix it fast enough.” George chimed in. Always being helpful in gaining her own glory.

“I see. I shall look into it. How is your son Tatyana? Boris. He was unwell?”  

“Fucking Chekhow saw him, but...We need better doctors than the Chekhovs. Boris coughs blood, and the fool puts leeches on his throat. I do not know doctoring but it seems ridiculous. And my dearest Boris gets sicker.” I truly can not imagine the horror of how this country would handle an outbreak of any sort of disease. Even if precautions are made to keep them at bay.

“He basically killed Raisa.”

“Exactly.”

“Indeed. We must have the most modern medicine. We shall bring a new doctor from France.”

“What a friend you are to us. How is Leo?” Is her life so dull that she must pry her big disgusting nose into Catherines love affair? Looking over to Catherine who looked uncomfortable for just a moment then smiled.

“He makes my skin tingle and my heart gladden.” They all giggled as I wanted to scream. It’s a private affair!

“Surely more detail than that. If you really are our friend, we will need you to open up to us, if it is true and we are to feel you love us.”

“Shut up, whore!” OH SHIT! Taking a sip of my wine after Marial yelled at her. In reality I’m trying not to laugh because holy shit that’s funny!

“She cannot…”

“Apologize!” Her and Catherine exchanged a look as I was ready. C’mon Catherine! Use that mean bone!

“I will see her later. Go back to your quarters, Marial.”

“NEEEEEIGH!” Catherine stood up to slap the living shit out of her to the point she almost fell down on the ground. Everyone gasped as I was sipping my wine trying not to laugh at these dumbasses.

“Do not ever do that! That goes for all of you. Am I heard?” The ladies in the circle slightly nodded as my eyes were directly on Svenska. I know the ass face was responsible for this mess and I’ll be dealing with it even after this. Oh did you think I forgot about the whole tea dance? Far from it.

“I have spoken to my husband on this, and he sees it as a sleight on him. If it is heard again, no matter what family, what wealth, they will be a servant stripped of everything and we will slap the shit out of them on a daily basis! Am I heard?” And that is how you do it!

“Marial, wipe the blood from your nose. Pour me wine.” Catherine sat down as Marial began to pour her wine.

“Now, other things you ladies need from me? Lady Svenska, can I help you in any way?”

“No Empress. I am satisfied.”

“Mmm. Marvelous. Good day then.” Catherine got up from her seat as I stayed exactly where I was for a few minutes. I’m waiting to see if ass face will say something smart right after Catherine has left.

“What are you waiting for exactly?” Svenska commented as my focus went directly to her.

“Oh just..watching..and waiting.” Svenska turned back towards Tatyana as I noticed George was staring directly at me. What could she possibly want?

“I think we need to talk.”

“Need or want? I have absolutely nothing to say to you.”

“I find that hard to believe.” Her eyebrow was raised at me as I put my drink down.

“And I find it hard to believe that you’re a good woman of any sort. If you want to talk then talk. You have the floor and are ready to tell me all about how you’re the victim and everything you do is for status. Truthfully you enjoy every moment of it that you go out of your own way to spend all your time with him.”

I waited for a few moments for her to say something back against my statement but what does she have against me? Being a whore? She’s already got that covered in her department so what would that even do against me?

“The Emperor is about to announce the new patriarch to the court.” A servant told us as I got up from my chair to then walk away. Stupid woman.

We walked into a large sitting room as the new patriarch was wearing his garments as Peter was standing on top of the love seat. I stood next to Leo as I noticed Grigor was coming to stand next to me.

“The new Patriarch! Huzzah!”

“Huzzah!”

“Oh! To the Empress! She is finding her feet here, and her fists.” Took her a minute but we managed to get it out of her.

“Apparently she fucked a horse before she got here!” Damn it….

“For I am all for fucking and after Archie blesses us we will all begin!”

“Huzzah!” Glad to know that after everyone is blessed that they’re basically saying yeah God take it back. Didn’t need it in the first place.

“Can we talk?” Grigor whispered for me to raise my eyebrow.

“You and your wife truly love to talk don’t you?” Not looking directly at him as I kept my head straight forward.

“Please Chiara. I really….” Maybe he is sorry. I feel like this is becoming a usual song and dance for us these past few weeks. Nodding for the two of us to turn around and walk out of the room.

We started down the hallway keeping absolutely silent towards each other. Who exactly was going to start this conversation? Not me because at this moment I have nothing to say on the matter besides saying sorry for being a little over dramatic, and that’s it. He stopped walking to move in front of the fireplace to warm himself up a little. Turning towards me to let out a large sigh.

“I’m sorry...I’m sorry that I accused you of sleeping with Peter because of my own personal problems. It wasn’t right and I truly feel horrible for saying that…” I could tell that he wanted to say much more but was working on it. My hands were behind my back as I waited for him to finish his statement.

“Grigor it’s not a..

“Chiara I’ve fallen for you.” He interrupted me as I was confused by what he just said. What?

“I have fallen for you Duchess Chiara.” It sent shivers down my spine. What why? We’ve only known each other for a few weeks and now he’s fallen. Oh no...no no no.

“I am not the romantic type Grigor. I am not like my cousin who will bring you a twig to show love and unity. I..I don’t care for it.” Truth be told I’ve been avoiding the whole love marriage life ever since I was born. If I marry then I lose everything. The power will go to my husband and I am left to be nothing but a baby making device for my husband.

Yet...this feels different. I feel as if I should be comforting Grigor to hold one another. If I could keep him as a lover for eternity I might be okay with this idea. But marriage is something that I plan on never happening in my life.

“I don’t expect you to have fallen because why would you have fallen for a piece of shit like myself. You’re right about me..I’m nothing but a weakling who can’t even stand up against the moron himself..” He fell to his knees as he was beginning to have some sort of attack on the floor in front of me. Quickly approaching him as I got down on my knees.

“Grigor take a breath.” Rubbing his back as he was trying to catch his breath.

“My mind is beginning to chip away right before my eyes Chiara..” Oh no..no no. Holding him close to me as I kissed the top of his forehead. Okay so me swearing off love may just be a phase like mother said! Or is this just me feeling bad. I’ll figure that out later!

“This..this is just a rocky path in the road of life. We all go through it and eventually it becomes better. Just have to go through the rough path in order to see that beautiful green field on the other...this isn’t helping is it.” He shook his head as I thought I heard a door opening.

“A weakling… I’m such a weakling..” I’d rather the court not see Grigor falling apart in front of their eyes. Laughing was echoing from the hall as I had to get him out of here.  

“Let’s go somewhere else.” Telling him as I lifted him up from the ground.  We were stumbling around a little as we quickly walked through the palace till we made it to the apartments. No this isn’t meant for me to tackle him and have rough sex. Rather..rather not let the court see him breaking down when he’s the most important members of Peters court.

Opening the door to my apartment as he walked in then slamming the doors shut. Locking it as he fell onto the love seat. His breathing did calm down a little bit yet he was still in some sort of a panic state. Water.

“God how am I a man? Any man would’ve killed the other man for sleeping with his wife..you 're right..” Okay now I’m feeling horrible. I poured him a glass of water to then sit on my knees next to Grigor.

“Drink some water.” He sat up to take the glass from my hand.

“How could anyone love me...I’m such a coward. I can’t even fuck my wife...she has to go to someone else in order to fill that void...that desire that I can not fufill.” Well that’s utter bullshit because being railed by him was marvelous.

“Stop that! There is no need to bring down yourself because of your wife being a total whore. Grigor I’m sorry...I’m sorry for being such a cunt towards you. We both come from completely different worlds and I have to remember sometimes that this isn’t home..You’re not a weakling or a coward. This is just a difficult situation that probably doesn’t help that I’ve been acting so horrid towards you..” His glass was empty as I took it from him to place it down on the ground. My hands cupped his cheeks as he held onto them, he closed his eyes to put his forehead against mine.

“May I stay here for the night?” Grigor asked for me to nod.

“I can’t spend another night alone. Not another night…” Sitting up to then wrap my arms around him. He picked me up to then pull me into his lap which made me giggle a little. It’s kind of fun just being hoisted up into someone's lap.

“I don’t plan on making love with you tonight Chiara.” Oh really? This is rather shocking because I figured he would’ve found a way to seduce me into the bed.

“And why is that? Got tired of me already? We’re those three days….or five..still a little blurry with the amount of wine and food

“Never. You are the only good thing that has come from my dreadful existence here.” Somehow I think he’s right.

“I’m really wanting a glass of vodka. Care for some?” Asking as he was rubbing his eyes.

“Please.” Climbing off to walk over on my refilled liquor shelf. Two of my biggest glasses filled with vodka as I imagine it’s like water to him at this point. Just like how wine is like water, just drink it like water. Sitting back down on his lap to give him the glass, clinking out glasses as we both chugged down the vodka. HOLY SHIT THIS BURNS GOING DOWN STILL HOLY CRAP!

“Still getting used to it aren’t you?” He began to laugh as I shook my head then blinked a few times.

“Indeed. But it acts fast and my fingers are already feeling wonderful. How about another?” I’m just going to grab the glass bottle so I can stay comfortable on his lap. Skipping to the bottle as I pulled the cork off and placed it on the table.

“If you would’ve told me when we first met that I would be letting you sit on my lap after our first introduction. I would’ve thought they were mad.” Good times from a few weeks ago when I had a large stick up my ass. Sitting back down to take a swing from the bottle then hand it to him.

“Or me having some sort of relationship with you after I almost beat you with my sabre. How the world changes before our own eyes.” We both nodded to continue passing the glass bottle back and forth to one another.

I could feel it coursing through my veins like water rushing down a river after a rainstorm. It feels incredible! Vodka is truly a wondrous type of alcohol that loves to scorch my throat. Oof. As much as I would love to sit on his lap for a long time, my bed looks absolutely enticing for us to crawl in. Hopefully he wouldn’t mind crawling into bed.

“Would you mind if we got into bed? Your lap is comfortable but my bed just feels so much better. Please Grigor?” Without questioning it. He sat up as my legs wrapped around his back for us to start heading towards the bed. As much as I love not being pounded into oblivion in this position..this is fun! Wait for the corset. I can not get into my sleep mindset if I’m stuck wearing this cage.

He put me down on the bed as I sat on my knees to then begin taking off my corset. Crap Fernanda really tied the bow up high to the point I can’t reach it. His fingers began messing with the string as I felt the air entering my body once again. Tossing it across the room to untuck my shirt from my pants.

“Thank you.” Turning to face him as we leaned in to kiss one another. Softly kissing one another as he placed his hand on my cheek.

“Picnic with me tomorrow. There’s a beautiful tree that the leaves just dance with the wind that is just beautiful.” Yes. I said that I wanted to get some sort of fresh air and the timing could not be more perfect!

“It’s only been one day since I’ve been away from your bed, and I’ve missed the way it feels. Warm..comforting, can be a bit rough but eventually I become in a state of relaxation.” Grigor became comfortable down on the bed as I joined him on top of the covers. He placed his hand on my cheek as I kissed his hand.

“I know you don’t love me or have fallen for me...but thank you.” He drifted to sleep as I began to scoot closer to him. He must’ve felt me move because I was pulled closer to him and tucked into his chest.

This is nice.

Very nice.

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i’ve been meaning to make this post a while ago, but i was uncertain if now was the right time to do it, it’s something that’s extremely controversial, but yes...

i decided to make a post regarding what i think woosan’s sexuality is, now i figured it was bad to just assume their sexuality but people assume all or at least most of the male/female kpop idols are straight anyway by default. which i don’t think is bad or illogical, seeing as most people are straight statistically. 

not gonna lie, ateez is one of those groups that give me mad gay vibes tho. however, i won’t be analyzing the others as i don’t really watch much of their individual behavior or content, i think you should only make these when you’ve watched enough of their behavior. 

as you know, i’m a woosan enthusiast, and a woo stan, but i’m not gonna just analyze their relationship, which i think is sufficient proof enough, but i’ve compiled everything that has led me to the conclusion that san is either bi(with male preference) or gay, and woo is bi.

lastly, i want to say just because someone is homophobic or really opposed to skinship with the same sex does not mean they’re automatically straight. sometimes it’s a coping mechanism, and just because they’re feminine, comfortable with their masculinity, support LGBT+, or okay with skinship with the same sex doesn’t mean their gay. 

sometimes there really are NO signs. 

just look at all of the idols people assumed were gay. momo/heechul, baekhyun/taeyeon, hani, kai(though mostly considered him to be bi). anyhow, my point is you just never know. lol 

now, i’ll stop my rambling and get started. first let’s start with 

S A N

now, i’ll be honest, i’ve always thought san was gay because how reserved he was and how shy and sweet he was around the members during their predebut days. i just felt like he was maybe shy because he hadn’t come to terms with he sexuality. i mean when i look at san during predebut, he literally was like a baby, and his mannerisms was so small and reserved. even his body was so tiny and fragile. however, this was because san was naturally skinny and it had always been a complex for him. in which he said he had a tough time gaining weight.

what we know about san’s former lifestyle is that he was a church boy, a farmer, a wannabe gamer and a freaking black belt in taekwondo and his dad was an owner of a taekwondo studio, he was one of the most popular kids, he had a pretty good relationship with his parents or at least now he does and his grandparents took good care of him when his parents didn’t. 

but san still had low self-esteem. why? i really don’t know, but i would hazard a guess that it was because of his sexuality(this is just an assumption guys, not a fact). now remember san was part of the church, and he joined because a friend asked him too. they probably asked him because they figured he liked to sing and dance. although i think san was shy and self-conscious, i don’t that he was self-conscious about his abilities as you could see he did go to the church to sing and dance in front of a bunch of people. i think he had low-self esteem because of who he may have realized that he was.

here are some examples of what i mean.

there’s something that san continuously repeats and that is to learn to love himself, know his worth, and just simply love who he is. and i think that’s one of the reasons that san didn’t like church is because it went against who he was and is. if you watch videos of him in the church he really looks like he doesn’t want to be there. he looks so uncomfortable. he doesn’t just look like “ah, this is boring there’s nothing to do” but he looks more like he’s displaced. like he’s NOT supposed to be there. we learn later that san isn’t religious instead.

don’t you find it interesting that he made a direct correlation to his belief in god to his belief in himself. it was like he was saying, even though i don’t believe in god i believe in who i am. like i trust that who i am is correct. 

another part of this video that i find interesting is the moment that they talk about how much they value each other(woo and san).

S: You’re cool and

S: I honestly

S: Now I can sincerely

S: To the people around me or my relatives

S: I can proudly say that my friend is Wooyoung!

S: You're that kind of friend

S: To that point where I'm not embarrassed

S: Or rather say you're my friend that's worth showing off!

S: I think this is more than enough!

a lot of people in the comments of this video said that they felt like this was a confession and i agree. i remember feeling odd at how san worded this, the first time his sexuality didn’t even cross my mind. i was just like oh, he’s probably embarrassed because woo’s so loud and shit. lol. but now it doesn’t make much since to me. the vibes here are very serious, and we all know that even though woo can be loud and noisy many atiny’s forget that he is also extremely mature. especially when he needs to be. not only that but san has said woo is very respecful to his elders, so i don’t think he would of been embarrassed by woo’s on camera behavior. i noticed before san said this he hesitated a bit, like should i say this or how should i word this. it was super sweet.

now, let’s talk about san describing his ideal type. in which he says the outside doesn’t matter and that he wants someone who is kind-hearted and warm. he wants someone who’s good to him.

there are a lot of moments translated where he used feminine pronouns, but others have clarified and said he did not mention any pronouns. 

let’s also talk about that conversation he had with wooyoung where they talked about what kind of guys they liked. where woo was like, “i like cool guys” and san was like, “i like both cool and sweet guys” then there’s silence because they probably realize that it’s considered “weird”. then san says, “i’ll be quiet”. i honestly felt bad like ;c. he probably felt the need to stop talking about it because he realized that people would prob think that it was gay.

he also sang troye sivan my youth, but i honestly don’t think that it’s too relevant seeing as many kpop idols appreciate troye sivan. but it’s worth noting i suppose.

lastly, body language there’s just a lot of moments that can’t be explained. now i completely understand that korea is tote fine with males being close with one another but there are just some moments, that i believe, i don’t care how comfy you are with the same sex is questionable. lmfao. 

mind you seconds before this san was just minding his own business but his expression completely changed when he saw woo seduc---i mean dancing in front of him. idc what anyone says, a straight man would never eye fuck another man like this. lmfao. there’s lust in those eyes and you can’t tell me there isn’t. san was literally checking him out.

san being completely comfortable with having his no-no on woo’s ass, these are both very intimate parts of the body. honestly, the simple fact that san likes spooning woo from behind all the time is suspect to me. lol. especially with the expressions he gives at times. 

san’s reaction when woo gets too close to his face, he doesn’t flinch. he’s also clearly looking at woo’s lips. there’s also another moment like this where san becomes so flustered that he has to look away for a second. lmfao.

when i think two of the other members(i don’t remember who) had to do a couple dance. what they did was completely tame, but woosan over here took it up several notches and started dancing like they were at a gay bar. no one told them to do it, they just did. 

next i want to point out how comfortable they are with the shipping. i already mentioned this in my woosan relationship post but they’re comfortable with the shipping, then i figured it was because they were comfortable with the relationship that they had. but now, i think they don’t mind it because they’re proud of who they are. it’s not just them being comfortable with woosan, but with their sexuality as well. so they’re like telling us we’re woosan but we’re also okay with our sexuality kind of thing. 

lastly, i want to point out body language again for san, and this is honestly the ONLY reason why i believe he is somewhat bi and not completely gay. the way he interacts with fans. i know you’re all gonna say well, that’s his job. but, he seems to want to impress his fans or look good for them. san’s confidence has changed quite a bit and as yeosang once said, san’s kind of like a tough guy now, as mingi said he’s changed the most since debut. i think the reason satan--i mean san has become so powerful, and a sexy demon on stage is because he’s confident in who he is now and it really shows. i think san wanted to break those stereotypes of who he was and show people that he wasn’t weak or shy, but manly and sexy and the best in bed. but on stage he loves showing off his muscles and how flexible his hips are and even on vlive. most of the fans are women and i think to myself why would he do this if he was completely gay? 

i just don’t think a completely gay man would not want to appeal to women all that much. then again it could possibly be because he enjoys getting those compliments and that’s what fuels his self esteem. it could be the compliments from the women and not the women themselves. i’m not completely sure, but the reason why he does this does matter. he likes receiving compliments not just from the fans but from anyone really. so i don’t know if the reason he shows off his manliness to fans is because he wants to appeal to women OR if he just wants to appeal to his self esteem. which is possible. you guys let me know what you think.

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W O O Y O U N G

there really isn’t as much content for me to work with when it comes to woo because he refuses to post, but i’m so confident that this boy is bi that it’s not even funny. there’s not much predebut info, there’s not much info about his ideal type. 

sighs 

yo girl will work with what she’s got. now, woo has only playfully mentioned his ideal type. in which he usually automatically answers yunho. do i actually believe that? no. lmfao. i think woo was smart enough to have yunho as his default answer for this question really. instead of actually being attracted to yunho i think woo just admires yunho because he always answers yunho for a member he would switch bodies with as well. he always says yunho because he’s tall, fun, funny, handsome and has a nice figure. 

but as you’ve all probably noticed he doesn’t really seem physically attracted to yunho, but you know(HAHA) who he is definitely physically attracted to? 

seonghwa, without a doubt, i’m saying this with my whole fucking chest, okay? i have no doubt in my mind that woo is or at least was physically attracted to seonghwa. 

that full post i made with woo trying to kiss seonghwa for the 100th time is all the evidence you need, but i’ll keep y’all entertained. i want you all to understand that seonghwa has said that woo kisses him so much off camera that he’s used to it, the fact that the members gasped so hard that they almost caught flies was mehmehable. 

now you all will probably say that woo just loves kisses and that’s fine but he seems to want to kiss on the mouth too and that’s pretty gay. lol. 

he literally looked at seonghwa’s mouth before he dived in for a kiss. cheek kisses and mouth kisses are two whole different vibes. not to mention he tried to kiss him again during this vlive and san. woo has literally tried kissing all of the members okay? lmfao. he’s just way too comfortable with it in my opinion. 

woo has been hungry for seonghwa, and he knows it, we can also talk about how he has said twice that seonghwa has a pretty ass. which he isn’t wrong about. lmfao. we could also talk about that moment where woo literally looked down seonghwa’s shirt.

anyway, while i do think woo was physically attracted to him, i’m pretty sure he has some kind of intimate relationship with san now. i don’t wanna add those moments because it would just me repeated what i wrote for woosan relationship analyzes, woo has also shown a lot of interest in women during their america tour and he’s repeatedly gone to the same fancam of some women. it’s important to mention woo is naturally a flirt but he seems to flirt with the members as well, according to yeosang who said this during their christmas vlive. jongho has also said he wanted woo’s ability to flirt. so my best guess is that he probably flirted with the members in the past. 

there’s also the clip of him telling a fanboy to go after the guy that he likes, and he was also surprised to hear that he had fanboys, and he seemed interested to know this information other than that i don’t have much evidence, but i think woo’s body language off camera with the members is plenty evidence really. lol. there’s just not many straight men i know who would be inclined to cling to another male as much as woo does. 

anyway, i’m tired this was my woosan sexuality post. remember these aren’t facts just observations and opinions. ;)

[sopxhiea]

Pleasant

Alfie Solomons X Reader

| Prompt

“Hey, stop looking at me like that– I don’t like how cute you look.”  

The room was cold, glass windows that took up the place of where the walls were supposed to be let the breeze in a little too welcomingly. It had been a busy friday for the city, many cars passing by while the sounds of footsteps and women giggling filled the empty yet occupied room. There was a canvas in the middle, too many paint brushes resting on the floor while there was a mixture of water and alcohol traveling on the oak that made up the surface.

There was slow music playing in the background, it sometimes changed depending on what kind of mood was wanted since it seemed to get a little more tempo during the afternoon time. It wasn’t afternoon anymore, if it had been, he would’ve brought you lunch with flowers. He knew just how forgetful you were while working in the empty studio and he never missed a chance to see your eyes light up the minute you would spot him, especially when he has food with him.

He found the space empty while the only worker in the studio besides you let him in, she was a little younger than you but talented still. She needed some training and she would be a good painter after all. He heard the sound of your bare foot against the wooden floor, your steps were small which probably meant that you were tired but if you had stayed until now, he knew you had to finish a piece.

He murmured a small thank you to the younger girl, realising just how late it was. You had probably forgotten to send her home so Alfie told his driver to drop the girl off and come back to your studio, you probably had a full mind today. He followed the smell of paint mixed with your natural scent, it smelt like home to him. He had been missing you for the past couple of days since you always came in late or fell asleep on the couch after he had come home.

He was usually the busy one. After getting married, there had been many nights you had sat him down and talked to him about just how much you missed him since he ate up all the hours of the day in that bakery of his. You knew it was important and while making the promise to love this bear of a man forever, you were also aware of the fact that you deserved, and very much needed, his attention. It had gotten better after a small talk with him, he listened to you more than he listened anyone else but lately, you were the one being held in the studio of yours.

There had been a painting of yours in an auction two months ago, it had caused quite the talk around town and you were getting more jobs by the passing day. You didn’t mind, you loved your job but you loved him more. The last week had been just you in your studio, painting the day away while forgetting to eat. It was usually Alfie who would come from the bakery with fresh pastries and a bunch of flowers, planting a kiss on your head while telling you to stretch every once in a while to make sure you didn’t get too stiff.

He also made sure you were feeling alright every night on the bed, touching every part of you and using your heavy workload as an excuse while his fingers would explore your body. You had always been spending a lot of time in bed ever since he first got the taste of you. He had been addicted from that point, always seeking you out no matter the place or the time. You didn’t complain, he was a lot more active now that you were married since you were officially his and he loved the sound of that. There had been many times you were covered in paint at the end or against the fire place where the two of you would seek comfort in each others’ touch.

He had been your home ever since you had let him in, shown him the real you and he had loved you with all he could ever since. He heard you first, your slow hum to the song that was playing in the background. It was french from what he could muster and he knew you had a way with words so he wasn’t surprised. A couple books hit his shoes as he walked inside the studio, you were walking in from the back side where there was a private bathroom and he watched as you walked in with a tired sigh, it was a pleasant one from being satisfied with your work as far as he could tell.

Your eyes met in the cold studio room, your once expressionless face turned into an immediate smile, making his heart flip more than once as you walked towards him. You ignored the pain brushes on the floor and the mess you’d made, you just wanted to hug him. Walking towards him with fast yet cautious steps not to spill anything around, you made your way towards your man.

“’ello, luv..” he spoke and right afterwards your body met his, it was automatic. His head rested on top of yours while your arms hugged his body, you hugged him inside his coat and squeezed him when he kissed the top of your head. His hands held you close, caressing the skin of your back while you took his scent in.

This was what heaven meant to you.

You let yourself get lost in his touch, in the warmth he provided for as long as you could. He didn’t complain, he had missed you a great deal, much like always, and he never said no to your touch, ever.

“You didn’t come by at lunch today.” you said, retreating yourself from his embrace and not because you wanted to but because you had to. You looked forward to his lunch visits every day and it had been a great disappointment when he didn’t come around, maybe that was why you had stayed so late.

“I was busy, yeah.” he spoke, watching you sit in front of the already painted canvas to add details to the figures in the scenery. You could paint like a saint and he was just as awed as he was the first time he had seen a painting of yours.

He knew how talented your hands were from the way you expertly touched him. The way you would massage his back as your soft hands would travel along his rough skin, creating circles as you’d gain a sound of pleasure coming from him. He knew the feeling of your hands traveling along his neck and hair all too well but he could never get enough. He knew you could use your hands really well, not just in the bathroom but in the way that you wanted to express yourself as well which is why you made so much money as you did now, people recognised brilliance and you were it to him.

“It’s alright..” you said with a soft tone while settling down with your brushes. You knew he was going to apologise when there was no reason to do so you just answered what you thought he’d say next and like most times, you had been right.

A small hue of blush appeared in his cheeks, he liked that you knew him so well. You didn’t know everything that was going on in his mind but you’d learned a lot more about him especially after getting married, he was an open book to you now but you wanted to take your time and explore every little detail of his. He was the most precious jewel in your eyes. He grunted, walking around the empty space while your brush hit the canvas repeatedly.

Your motions were quick as you changed brushes, detailing the colours as they needed depth more than anything. He watched. He watched as you stood up and got a little far from the canvas to see if it all fit, he watched as you hummed in approval, retreating back to your place in front of the canvas to detail it furthermore, he looked at you adoringly. 

Most of your locks decorated your shoulders, you had put it up in a bun but it was too short for all your hair to stay in one place. There were strands around your face, almost framing your features while Alfie’s eyes traveled along them, he loved you dearly. 

It had scared him at first, to be in love with someone this much. There were so many feelings inside him and he was an expert at keeping them at ease mostly but what he felt towards you, oh how he loved you, it was entirely something else for him to comprehend. He had felt like a wounded bird the first time he’d realised just how much your presence lifted his spirits, he had never been the one to be depended on someone but his happiness, solely and totally, depended on you.

“Luv..” he spoke, caressing your hair as you looked up at him, he had been watching you for the last half an hour as you painted for all you knew and the look in his eyes was just too dense for you.

You weren’t in your prime state today, it had been a harsh start and he hadn’t showed up during lunch which messed with your spirit a little. You were wearing a dress much like you did when you painted. It was very baggy, no definition whatsoever, your face had splashes of paint from earlier when you were experimenting with a new technique but he had never seen you more beautiful, this was the woman he fell in love with.

You held his hand, pulling him closer as you stayed seated but he didn’t lower himself, he seemed like he was calculating something. He wanted to do so much with you, you had become his muse and he wanted to give you everything he could offer, anything you wanted and not just jewels or paint but also he wanted to take you all over the world, he wanted you to carry his kids and move to a bigger house where you would fall in love with him again after the kids had grown up and left you. He wanted to see you age, to see you grow into an even prettier version of yourself. He wanted every part of you.

You looked into his eyes, he was somewhere else but his blue orbs got deeper by the passing second. There was once a time you had been scared to look at his eyes just because they held too much, there were too many emotions this man was capable of but with time, you had gotten every sentiment out of him. It was happening again, he was getting lost in his mind but not in a bad way, it was more like he was daydreaming about you in front of you.

You chuckled, pulling him down as his body abided. You pulled him closer, pressing a soft kiss on each cheek with extra love, he smelled like vanilla and rum, it was your favourite smell in this world. You gave him a smile after you pulled him back to the world with your kisses, the look in his eyes was still there but now he wasn’t daydreaming, he was looking directly at his dream.

You smiled again, pushing a few locks of hair back from his face from when he took off his hat, he melted into your touch. You spoke with a chuckle as he watched you like a wide-eyes kid would watch someone in amazement.

“Hey, stop looking at me like that– I don’t like how cute you look.” you almost whispered, earning a chuckle from him because you had called him cute, he didn’t like to be called it but he was fine as long as it was from you.

“Like ‘hat?” he asked, your hands never left his cheeks as you both sat in front of the canvas, he got even closer to your face so that you could feel his breath against you.

“Like you’re looking at something otherworldly...” you whispered against his lips as he slowly started to kiss you, taking it easy but you knew it was either gonna be the bed or your studio where things would start getting steamy like they always did, so you welcomed it.

“Well, I am, aren’t I?” he spoke, his hands finding your upper thighs while his deep kisses earned mewls from you, he knew your body all too well but never got tired of the touch.

You felt his hands travel up your dress, the smell of faint paint had mixed with your own scent and he found it even more addictive. He chuckled at how responsive you were to his touch, especially since you two were so active but you still were a mere creature longing for his skin against yours. You got lost in the kiss, soon you were sitting on top of him, caressing his hair as his hands stayed exploring, you could never get enough of him.

As you sat on top, straddling the bear of a man and desperately kissed him, a loud honk could be heard from the outside. It made you break the kiss, breathless while your swollen lips looked at Alfie to see if it was his man or just a drunk guy passing by. Alfie didn’t stop anything he was doing, his hands were on your ass now but you held his face from his chin, making him look directly at you while he continued to pepper your skin with kisses.

“Alfie..” you spoke, breathy as you once again became numbed by his touch but there was another honk which made anger rise up in his chest.

He slowly let you down while you followed him out, hair disheveled for the both of you while your lips were swollen, your chest was rising too much for someone who should’ve been just painting. The man outside was his driver, Alfie just knew and he was about to fire him, how dare he interrupt the moment he was having with his wife, he had been waiting for it the whole day.

“You fucking bastard..” Alfie breathed out and got out of the studio, practically howling at the man as his shouting became the only thing you could hear from even inside the studio.

He was mad, it was also a mixture of frustration from the day he had as well as the given interruption. You had never been scared of him and you weren’t now either. He shouted when necessary, he hurt when necessary and he was an expert in pain since he knew how to work his way around your body so there was no problem with that, he was just a little rough around the edges but he was your Alfie.

You chuckled at him as he let all his anger out on the poor driver. You knew how stressed he could get but that was why he had you, you’d help him in any way possible. You took your coat from the hanger at the entrance after locking the door to the studio, while locking the front entrance you heard his footsteps come closer, he wanted to finish what he’d started but you’d continue at home, even though he was certainly too desperate to wait that much. You felt his hands on your waist, a small sigh escaped his lips while he spoke.

“Leavin’?” he asked, you nodded softly while your back was still all that faced him. He liked assurance and his form of getting that was physical touch.

It was usually his hand on her back, caressing and never leaving its place. She liked that he was clingy with her, he needed her just as much as she needed him. The touch sometimes became his hand on her thigh, that was usually the case when he was driving. His hands would find hers whenever they were invited to dinner somewhere, squeezing and caressing her fingers while they would sometimes take it a little further but you weren’t the one for that kind of risk, not always.

You turned to face your husband, a beaming smile on your lips while you took his hand in yours, obviously bigger in size but you liked the way his skin felt against yours way too much. Pulling him towards the car, you told the driver to drive you home while Alfie followed you like a puppy, he wanted to be close to you.

Ever since he had put a ring on your finger, he had become your tail. He usually followed you everywhere and anywhere, barely complaining. There were things out of routine like when you would go the farmers market with him, or to pick up flowers and shop around the city but it was usually you in the big house, tucked inside the covers or on the bed, relying on each others’ warmth while you would converse, it had been such a lovely time for you.

He started kissing you neck slowly, he liked foreplay way too much and he knew just how you reacted to his touch, you were desperate for it. You chuckled into the kiss, feeling the vibrations of your laugh in his lips as he mirrored your smile. The driver knew not to disturb you as your mewls became absorbed by his lips, silencing you the best he could while he explored your body in the backseat. 

Your melodic voice filled his ears, he would worship you tonight much like he did on the daily. You were both lucky to have found each other, he knew that much as his lips met your shoulder, earning a slow moan of approval. It was rare that Alfie would get this lucky, he was going to make sure he would cherish the blessing that is you every second you two had.

[somarsword]

Sleep on the Floor - Part 4

ROGER TAYLOR X READER

Hiiiii! Thank you so much for reading my fic, I didn't expect anyone to read it to be honest, so I'm really happy to know that others enjoy what I make. Have I mentioned that this fic is somewhat of a slowburn? If I haven’t, sorry HAHAHAHA. Oh by the way, not sure if anyone else is interested but if you want to be tagged in the following updates, don’t be shy to ask <3

Enjoy the read lovelies :)

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WARNING: none. cursing?

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February 17, 1976 - Saginaw

“You want some?” Bill asks, holding up a half eaten granola bar in front of you.

“I’m good” declining his offer, watching as he messily chews. He shrugs, retracting his hand and taking another bite.

You look away, glancing back down at the papers spread out on the table. You sigh sadly. There was so much shit to sort through. When Jim said he needed help organizing the finances, he actually meant he needed someone to do it for him.

“You know you’re allowed to take breaks, right?” Roger says, popping into the room. This makes you jump slightly, dropping the pen you were previously holding.

“Jesus. Can you knock?” you huff out as you reach down to grab the pen. This only causes Roger to let out a chuckle.

“Oh by the way, Crystal’s looking for you” Roger addresses Bill as he plops down on the couch behind you.

“What for?” Bill asks, mouth still stuffed with food.

“Not sure. Something about carrying equipment I think” Roger responds. Bill hums in response, taking the final bite of the granola bar and pushing his chair back.

“See ya later Y/n” he says, already walking towards the door. You smile and wave goodbye before he slips out of the room, leaving you and Roger behind.

Returning your attention towards the paperwork, you resume working, falling back to routine. You nearly forget Roger was in the room with you, too engrossed in fixing the finances, until he starts throwing tiny paper balls at the back of your head. You try your best to ignore it, wanting to finish the task at hand, but it’s just too distracting.

“Yes Roger?” you ask exasperated at his attempts to gain your attention. You set down your pen and turn your head to face him.

“I’m hungry” he whines, causing you to roll your eyes and turn back around.

“Roger, I’m your accountant, not your assistant. It's not my job to make sure you’re fed.” You hear the springs of the couch squeak as he sits up.

“That’s not what I meant.” he groans, moving to stand next to you. You look up at him, brow raised as you silently ask what he meant.

“Well, you see, I’m hungry and there’s this diner down the street I’ve been meaning to go to before we leave Saginaw.” he says.

“Then go?” you say, slightly confused by his explanation.

“I mean I could do that, but I hate eating alone.” he says.

Oh. Oh!

“What about the boys?” you ask, slightly apprehensive, not entirely sure if he was actually inviting you or was just expressing his thoughts.

“John’s asleep, Brian’s busy being bitchy towards me, and Fred’s… actually I don’t even know where that man is” He says, listing them out. “Besides, I know you haven’t eaten since 9 this morning, it’s nearly 4pm. You’re gonna digest yourself if you don’t put anything in it soon. So what d'you say, wanna come?”

You let out a light laugh at his last sentence.

“Actually scratch that. You’re coming, whether you like it or not Miss Y/n L/n” he says in mock-command, causing you to roll your eyes but smile.

“Alright, give me 2 minutes to fix these then we’ll go” you reply, already beginning to clean up. He nods, a huge grin plastered on his face. He leaves you to stand by the door, distracting himself with the movie playing on a television from the other room as he waits for you.

You make quick work in fixing everything and securing it.

“Alright, let’s go”

Both of you exit the building, the noise of people moving around in preparation for tomorrow’s concert immediately disappearing. You pause, turning to face Roger.

“Lead the way drummer boy” you say, a light tease to your tone. He playfully rolls his eyes at this but takes the lead.

You walk quietly next to him, taking in your surroundings. The scenery was much different in contrast to New York. It was less chaotic. The streets weren’t littered with bustling men and women rushing to be everywhere and anywhere all at once.

"You know, you've been with us for about a week now and I've yet to learn anything about you." Roger snapping you out of your thoughts. You face him for a brief moment before returning your gaze on your surroundings.

"Well, what do you want to know?" you ask, playing with the small strip of leather peeling from your purse.

"Anything, really. But I guess let's start simple. What's your favourite food?" You groan at his question.

"That is anything but simple. I have way too much to choose from" you complain, causing him to laugh.

"Well then, your top 3" he says.

••• -•- •• •--•

The aroma of the diner is intoxicating as you step in. A wave of nostalgia washes over you from the familiar smell. You try, but fail, to hide the smile that’s crept unto your face as you take a seat by the window.

“Well aren’t you awfully giddy?” Roger comments as he stares at you bouncing on the chair. You shrug but your smile widens.

“How odd is it if I say you are currently my favourite person?” You suddenly blurt out, not thinking clearly from the overwhelming joy you were feeling.

“I mean, nothing I haven’t heard before” Roger shrugs jokingly, cheekily smiling. This causes you to roll your eyes, a rush of blood reddening your cheeks.

“Scratch that, I take it back you cocky bastard” You mumble, turning away to hide your flushed face. He lets out a hearty laugh, leaning back onto his chair.

“May I ask why?” he asks you once he stops laughing.

“Well-” you stop, thinking about the answer you had before shaking your head. “Nevermind.”

“Oh c’mon! You can’t just say something like that without explanation, the mystery will eat at me.” he whines, waving his hands around. You let out a light laugh, rolling your eyes playfully before resigning to give in to his request.

“It’s just uh… I guess I’ve missed this? I haven’t been to a diner in years.” You say softly, playing with the edge of the menu. “Although that's not exactly the reason. Back in New York, I lost myself. I was okay with the life I lived, but it was never fulfilling. I mean, all I ever had time for was work and...Simon?” You finally lift your gaze to make eye contact with him. He made no reaction, but it was clear to see he was listening intently.

"When I took off, I had no idea what the fuck I was actually doing. It's been so long since I took hold of the reins in my life. It felt more like Simon was leading me more than I was leading myself. You helped me a lot more than you know. Meeting you that night, although it may have been an accident, was the best thing that's ever happened to me." You smile brightly at him.

"So thank you." and as you stare across the table towards the golden haired man, you can't help but linger your gaze on the smile that he gives. A small action that holds the weight of a thousand words.

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[bluesfortheredj]

All is bliss.

It was cold, much colder than you were used to, and you could not understand why your cousin was so very excited over such a seemingly inhospitable climate. You pull your cloak tighter around your body as you sit in the back of the rickety carriage that leads you up the grand entrance to the palace and when you eventually step out into the freezing fog that surrounds the expansive building you shiver violently. The palace was expecting your arrival and a couple of footmen hurry outside to collect your luggage before leading you inside to a waiting Catherine and her imbecile of a husband Peter. She’d written to you many times about him and his… ways… so you were more than aware of what he’d be like, and you already couldn’t stand the thought of making small talk with him.

“Catherine,” you smile, opening out your arms to hug her, “how are you?”

“I’m well thank you. How was your journey?”

“Horrific, and it’s absolutely freezing here,” you grumble, “but alas, it is worth it to see you my dear.”

“I shall show you to your room and you can warm by the fire.”

“Er… actually, we have that thing to do,” Peter interjects, “you know… the baby thing.”

The baby thing had been explained by Catherine in one of her letters; it was less a ‘baby thing’ and more a ‘100 pumps and a lame spillage from the emperor’s pathetic cock’ thing, and you can’t help but let out a chuckle at the thought of it.

“Well I shan’t get in the way of that!” you smile.

“Sorry about your dead husband and all… sounded ancient though, probably his time and all that,” Peter grins foolishly.

You take a deep breath in and force a smile his way, “thank you for your words of sympathy, much appreciated dear Emperor.”

Catherine takes your hand in hers and gives it a thankful squeeze before leaving you with the footmen who take you to your room and leave you to unpack and warm up before dinner this evening. The room was far too big for you alone, obviously a sign of Peter’s wealth and the ability he had to show it off to anyone and everyone that passed through the palace doors, and you sit up next to the window looking out at the grand lawns that seemed to stretch for acres with no one in sight. It was very different to where you’d come from; a small castle that sat above a town with everything in sight so that your husband could quite literally look over everything he owned. Not that he could see much of it though with his ailing eyesight. He was an old man, decades your senior, and it had been a very fleeting and unhappy marriage from the start; no love, only one occasion in which he managed to penetrate you to consummate the vows, and definitely no passion apart from when you took matters into your own hands and serviced yourself.

“Miss (Y/L/N), may I come in?” a male voice questions alongside a faint knock.

You frown, not knowing anyone who could know you were here already, “yes...” you answer tentatively, shrugging off your cloak and letting it fall to the ground as you stand in front of the fire.

“Please, allow me,” the man says, noticing your garment laying behind you.

He rushes toward it to pick it up then folds it neatly before placing it down on one of the chairs by the fireplace, and he turns to you with a friendly smile as he dips his head down politely before introducing himself.

“Sorry, my name is Grigor Dymov, I am a close friend of Emperor Peter’s. He asked me to make sure you’re settling in alright while he and the Empress are… busy. I meant to introduce myself upon your arrival but I failed to do so in time, I apologise,” he explains.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Grigor, please call me (Y/N), I have no time for formalities.”

He smiles at your reply, “and it’s a pleasure to meet you too (Y/N).”

“So what’s it like being Peter the Great’s close friend?” you question, taking a seat in one of the armchairs and gesturing for him to do the same.

“It’s… interesting,” he says, looking away as he thought of the best word for it, “he certainly makes life interesting.”

“By taking every woman for himself despite the fact he’s now married?” you ask, causing Grigor to look at you with wide eyes, “Catherine has told me a lot about him. I understand that everything is ‘bliss’ in the court of Peter as long as you don’t disagree with anything he says and share your wife with him no matter how much you hate it.”

Grigor chuckles as he leans his elbows on the arms of the chair and taps his fingers together, “it’s why I’ve yet to marry.”

“Marriage isn’t all it appears to be sometimes,” you sigh sadly.

“I’m so sorry… your husband… I shouldn’t have said anything...”

“No, no,” you laugh, “don’t be sorry. He was a miserable old man who I doubt ever had the ability to pleasure a woman! Catherine had this rose tinted view of love before she came here and I tried telling her it wouldn’t be anything like she thought it would, but her youth made her naive and she was so very disappointed when she arrived. It was no surprise to me, I don’t think the women in our family are meant to find love.”

“You should never dismiss the thought of finding love!” Grigor exclaims, “anything is possible in the court of Peter.”

“You’re too much of a romantic Grigor,” you scoff, “you must tell me though… what is Catherine’s lover like? She never gives away too much in her letters.”

“Ah, Leo. He does his job well, a little too well sometimes, he teeters on the thin line of staying alive and being killed quite well. He’s certainly captured the Empress’s heart I believe… at least that’s what Peter has told me on many occasion.”

“So you may be right after all then. I apologise for disregarding your earlier statement so quickly!”

“No need for apologies Miss- (Y/N), I mean. Anyway, I shall leave you to get ready for this evening. I will return to escort you to dinner if that is alright?”

“That would be most helpful, I have yet to figure out where I am in this palace, thank you.”

He nods with a grin before rising from his seat, “excellent, I will see you soon.”

You watch as he exits the room then set about unpacking your bags, now that you were suitably warmed up, before drawing a bath and soaking your aching body from the long and arduous trip you’d just endured. It did seem odd that Catherine didn’t reveal any details about Leo to you, but then maybe she was falling in love like Grigor had alluded to; you certainly couldn’t blame her for it from the descriptions of his actions. Hopefully he would also be at dinner so you could finally find out what this mysterious lover looked like, and you were sure that Grigor would be willing to point him out for you.

There’s another tap at your door just as you fix the last stray piece of hair in place and a familiar voice speaks out, “are you decent?”

“Yes, come in!” you call back as you smooth down the fabric of your dress.

Grigor steps into the room with freshly polished boots, a long deep navy coat with gold trim, and a matching decorative shirt that peeks out between the open front of his jacket; he smiles at you before his eyes travel up from the hem of your dress to your delicate face, and he bows quickly, almost forgetting his manners.

“Have you seen Catherine and Peter?” you ask, fussing with the skirt of your dress that doesn’t seem to be sitting right.

“Only Peter, he asked about you actually...” Grigor trails off nervously before spotting that the fabric of your dress is caught on the underskirt just to the back of you, “...um, may I?”

He points to where the skirt is hitched up and you turn with a nod, thankful for the help.

“And what did he ask? The last time I was fucked?” you chuckle.

“Quite close actually,” Grigor laughs, “it was more ‘does she seem like she needs a fuck?’… there, all done.”

He steps back after freeing your dress and you let out a satisfied sigh, “thank you Grigor. Ha! Wow, he really is something isn’t he? I don’t know how Catherine puts up with him, I really would want to slap him. What was your answer?”

“My answer? Oh, I bumbled around an answer,” he says, waving his hand around dismissively, “we should be heading to the great hall, can��t be late!”

“I don’t mind if you joked about me, I’m used to it. Being married to someone three times your age does put a target on your back when it comes to jokes,” you explain, linking your arm through his and heading towards the door.

“I would never say such things,” Grigor says with utmost sincerity as he shakes his head.

“Hmm,” you hum, taken aback by his apparent honesty, “right, time to face Peter again. I must remember that all is bliss...”

You give Grigor a sly smile and he returns it with a wink, “all is bliss in the court of Peter!”

You both walk towards the hall where people are gathering to enter the room and take their seats around the long tables that are set out the entire length of the vast room, then Grigor guides you to the top table where Catherine and Peter are sat already. He pulls out the chair next to Catherine for you to sit then walks over to Peter and takes his seat next to the idiotic man, and you lean backwards so you can smile at him before nudging your shoulder against Catherine’s to gain her attention.

“So how was your pump and dump?” you giggle lightly.

“(Y/N)!” she scolds with a smile, “horrific as always.”

“Did you see Leo afterwards for some actual pleasure?”

“How do you know his name?!”

“Grigor has been quite the host!”

She smirks, “has he now?”

“Not like that,” you roll your eyes, “now come on, which one is Leo?”

“You’ll have to ask Grigor I’m afraid, I’m not telling! Did you hear what he said about you to Peter?”

“Ah! So he did joke about me! I told him it was fine to say but he refused.”

“What do you mean? He didn’t joke about you at all. He was extremely complimentary, and Peter was very confused by his reaction. When he asked him if you needed a fuck he was very adamant that what you needed was love.”

“Ha! What a foolish notion.”

Catherine laughs at your denial even though she was very much in agreement with Grigor, then Peter leans forward in his chair to look at you and you know you’ve got force a smile as you await what silly thing will come out of his mouth this time.

“(Y/N), what did your husband’s penis look like? Was it shrivelled? And short?” he questions quite seriously.

“It resembled a slug,” you reply honestly, “although I only saw it once thankfully.”

“Oh!” Peter laughs, “a slug! How awful!”

“It was,” you nod, “truly awful.”

“Would you like to see a proper penis? Mine is-”

“Peter!” Grigor cuts him off just as he shoves his hand down the front of his trousers, “not at the dinner table.”

“Of course, where are my manners?! I’ll show you after!” Peter declares happily.

“I look forward to it,” you smile, widening your eyes at Catherine when he looks away, “good god woman, how do you cope?!”

“Leo,” she says simply.

You take her hand and squeeze it, happy in the knowledge she has found some kind of love here, even if it was with someone ultimately unexpected, and she leans against you briefly as a thank you for putting up with her husband. The rest of the dinner manages to pass by without any more talk of Peter’s penis, but as dessert finishes Grigor comes up to your chair and whispers for you to follow him. You quickly look to Catherine and she nods for you to leave, then find your new friend standing outside the hall waiting for you with a kind smile.

“Sorry for cutting things short in there but Peter will expose himself to you if given the chance and I don’t want you to go through such a thing. I’ve seen it far too many times myself and it’s not particularly impressive in all honesty,” he explains, “you’re truly amazing though… managing not to hit him after such intrusive questions.”

“Would you say yours is better Grigor?” you ask as he bends his arm for you to loop yours through, and he almost chokes on a breath at your bold question.

“I… well… it’s…” he stutters.

“It’s okay,” you laugh, “I’m teasing. I know it’s better just by looking at you.”

Your gaze stays fixed straight ahead while from your peripheral vision see Grigor take a quick look at you, his cheeks now a rosy red hue at your odd yet generous compliment, and for the first time in your relatively short life you feel a freeness and happiness that you’d never felt before.

“Maybe one day I’ll show it to you,” he teases back eventually as you walk along the empty corridor.

“I think I’d like that,” you smile, turning your head to face him.

He meets your gaze as an attractive grin graces his lips, then you both continue to face forwards and make your way through the sprawling hallways arm in arm.

I was thinking on Catherines cousin goes to visit her after her (veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeery old) husband dies. She doesn't like Peter (I mean, do I have to explain why?) but is kind to Peter, and Catherine notices it. She's not very romantic, like her cousin was at the start, (but beign married to someone who's older than your grandfather can do that ) but Grigor shows her a different side.

[caktii]

Another late night analysis: the bad bitch herself, Yoshino

Alright, so since y'all actually understood my ramblings on our best bad boy Kirishima, it only makes sense to take a look at the queen of the castle, Yoshino. A smart gal who has more on her hands than she needs but boy does she cope.

Now Yoshino is who we are introduced to as the protag, and thus, like her more, we see her more, we understand her situation and her motivations. Most of the time we can deem them as normal. She was a young girl trying to live her life when the yakuza side of her family reared its ugly head and called her to do her duty. But, one of my favourite things about her is that she isn’t actually normal. Compared to Kirishima, sure she is normal, but I think its very easy to forget that he is a guy in the yakuza, and men have very different roles from women. Kirishima has very likely beaten in more faces than Yoshino has probably seen, yet she was able to gain his respect, and daresay his heart with a bag of 4 million yen made from selling her fuckin kidney and some heavy threats to some meaningless schoolgirls. Why? Well, you see, to tie in with Kirishima’s little analysis way back when, he is good at reading people. And what he read from her that day was that she was no ordinary woman, she was willing to fight in his grounds, by her rules. She didn’t need to raise a fist to prove her point, she put her money where her mouth is and literally had a piece of herself torn out to prove herself to him. It’s metal, I won’t lie. 

But the point to take away is that she isn’t a simple woman. Though she understands and relates with people on a pretty regular level, there will be times when her yakuza heritage will slip through. Like with the threats she made to the girls who fucked her shoes up, she didn’t hesitate to tell them that no matter how good of a life she lives, she will drag them down with her and fuck them up. She isn’t violent by nature, but she is when provoked. Metal as fuck, but definitely not a normal response. 

The gag is that I don’t even think she’s fully aware of the depth of her threat. Sure, she has the power to get someone seriously hurt or killed, but has she ever actually killed someone? When she was hit round the head during that search for another yakuza girl, she hesitated before she decided to use her hairdryer to bash a guys head in. She thought about how strong Kirishima was, not how crazy it was that he lashed out so violently. Instead of diffusing the situation, she escalated it, she took her oppourtunity and whacked a man with her fresh-out-the-box hairdryer with full force and told him to die. 

Instead of taking the peaceful way out, she takes the way that she feels she needs to take and will fight when necessary. Like what Kirishima said before, when shes pressed into a corner, she doesn’t run, she makes a home in that corner. Amongst the violence, the blood, the lies and politics, she made a home in it. She is making herself comfortable with the world of yakuza in a way that works within her means, without having to compromise her moral integrity like Kirishima. She blinks at his antics, even reveres them to some extent, but she has never turned away from them. And i think that that what makes her dangerous, potentially as dangerous as Kirishima. She accepts that violence is needed to win and she is willing to become violent, the question is how far will she go? She is more than capable, she just needs the oppourtunity to really show off. 

That, on top of the fact that shes also very observant. There came a point in the mange where she was explaining to Kirishima how she knew he was seeing multiple women and that she had come to understand that he was a guy who doesn’t follow rules even if he knows that he’ll be punished. She keeps track of people, their behaviours and collates them in a way that is useful to her in a pragmatic and objective way without affecting how she feels about them.

All I’m saying, is that if she were born male, she’d have made a damn fine yakuza man. She has adequate social skills, good looks and perfect connections, she would’ve flourished. The violence and intimidation fit like a glove and its one that she’s beginning to wear more and more.

Now her motives. Yoshino is self-preserving, but she’s also prideful. She was raised the granddaughter of the head of a yakuza and thats how she acts. She moves the way she does not just because she represents a facet of her family but because she has her own goals. One thing I can’t get out of my head was some panels in the beginning where her grandfather tells her to stay in Tokyo and make him fall in love with her, and then break his heart. I can’t help but feel like that’ll come in handy at some point. She is following orders but will she follow them all? For the most part it looks like shes doing her best to get by but shes a lot more thoughtful than she lets on so who knows.

Last on the agenda is the possibility of her ever coming to love our main guy, Kirishima. Long and the short of it, maybe. Early days in terms of their relationship but I think there’s potential. She recognises that Kirishima is weird in every wrong way, but she also recognises that they have a shared history. They live similar lives due to their status and that’s rare for her. He’s attractive, but that’s offset by his personality and habits which she doesn’t really approve of. Right now there’s nothing concrete for her to love, he has the foundations of a guy she could love, but he’s lacking in what I think she needs - a reliable male figure who she can trust. He’s unpredictable, secretive and volatile, something which I don’t think she can handle yet. Yet. 

Again, big love to the scanlation group for the gift that is raise wa tannin ga ii, and big love to the bad bitch herself, Yoshino. 

[mahvaladara]

What happened to Gamall Sullyvan - A Lore of Astreia Oneshot

This story is being told by the POV of the Wanderer. The Wanderer is talking about Gamall Sullyvan to someone who asked. He gets a bit off topic here and there. 

Warning: Graphic descriptions of abuse, torture. It a point it becomes... bad. Baaad! Very bad!

“What happened to Gamall Sullyvan?”

“Gamall Sullyvan, you say?”

“This man, you know this man, don’t you?”

“Oh yes, yes I do!”

Gamall Sullyvan. I knew him.

I knew him intamately. 

His fears, his dreams, his ambitions.

35 years old in age, tall, flimsy, a bit of goof who’s not overly expressive. Not particularly smart or good looking. Not rich, nor wealthy, no over the top status. Avarage man, a good man. A family man. 

If you looked at him, you’d wonder if he was half Sillarin, his eyes certainly looked Sillarin, but his skin was too pale. Must have been those Aklory genes. He was Aklory, born and raised and dead for those lands. 

But he was a good man, you see. 

He was born in Calldragon. His entire nuclear family was expelled from the city and he lost right of citizenship. 

But he was the grandson of the Scholar Gamall Callarius. Yes, that Gamall Callarius, the one in the Royal CallDragon Archives. But he was no one. He dreamed of being a librarian like her, but he was not particularly smart or talented. He was curious and determined, but he wasn’t a genius. 

Gamall was not his grandmother. He only shared her name. 

Yes, I know it’s a woman’s name, but Gamall didn’t much care of things such as female or male. No, he was much more ambiguous when it came to these things. You see, he used to pretend to be a woman. When he took care of a bed ridden, demented mother he had to. He even dressed like his grandmother. 

When he met the woman who’d become his wife, at first, she thought he was an abnormally tall woman. He did things humans tipacally atributed to women and he never questioned it. He was eldest, his mother was sick, his father couldn’t do it, so of course it had to be him. He raised all of his siblings while his father worked. And then, when he came of age, he ran away with Caitlin Sullyvan. 

Let his mother to Rot.

I don’t think he ever got over that guilt. She did rot, you know. Not that he ever saw it, or looked for it. But time and illness so says that she did Rot.

...   

Anyway, Gamall didn’t catch it or anything. They were inoculated.

He met Caitlin and ran away. Caitlin, his wife.

He was a good man, understanding, caring, a good husband, who was wholly devoted to his wife and son. Everything he did was for them and them alone. 

Gamall was altruistic, he never thought much of himself. It was always Caitlin and Seimei first, and when it wasn’t them, it was his neighbors and his friends at Riverrend. It was what he did. That’s where they lived, where they moved to.

Riverrend.

If you talked to them they’d always have something nice to say about Gamall. How he wasn’t expressive, like resting bored face. But he always tried to say some witty joke or lighten up the mood. He always helped. Quick witted, quick tempered. He was a good man, poor and struggling and the people of Riverrend liked him, like they liked anyone else in town.

The people of Riverrend.

Riverrend is a cemmetary now. Ravaged to the floor by the Ainlienists. You have heard of them, the “Church of Burden”. Follow the prophet Ainlie and his message of salvation.

Delusions of a sick mind. I know, I spoke to Ainlie and this “religion”, though it’s more of a cult, certainly got his words wrong.

Salvation my ass. Being burnt alive doesn���t sound very salvating. 

Fanatical assholes. Zealots. Prejudicious, racist, sexist assholes. No respect for anyone or thier beliefs. 

If they were like every other religions on our planet who have this mentality of “you believe this, we believe that. It’s cool, we’re neighbors” it wouldn’t be a problem. But they have a “the only good heretic is a dead heretic” mentality.

Thank the stars the Wanderer whipped them from the face of Akloria and promised to wipe them from the face of the Astreia.

Yet people get mad at the Wanderer for that, can you imagine? People mad at me! 

They call me evil! That I committed the mass genocide of a religious group. 

No I didn’t! There’s still some left! In Valora and the 1001 Seas. 

But I am evil one. They forget these same Ainlienists were trying to burn the entire planet to ash and kill everyone. They also forgot they strapped bombs unto children and sent them to the walls of the capital. 

...

Yes, they blew up kids.

But sure. The Wanderer is the evil one for wanting to get rid of them.

And yes, I am getting off topic, bult talking about the Ainlienists is also talking about Gamall. So I’m getting there.

He was a good man. Avarage man, but most certainly not a member of a fanatical religious cult.

But you know, it’s their fault. It’s because of them that Gamall is gone.

He was a good man. Good, understanding, caring, selfless! All he wanted was to own a horse and they killed all the horses. It’s a good thing he didn’t say his life long dream was to be a librarian or they would have burned all the books - though they sure tried. 

People died, but I saved the books! That’s what matters!

But Gamall!

The Sullyvan name he actually picked from his wife. He lost right to a family name when he lost right of citizenship. So, Sullyvan was his wife’s surname that he took at the time.

Gamall was a lumberjack in Riverrend, worked in Caitlin’s Mill and did some hunting on the side. He had a dream of being a librarian but had given up on that dream. He didn’t have any formal education. He knew how to read but he couldn’t exactly work as a scholar at the time because he lacked education.

As he was now a father and a husband, a very poor one in a country at war, all that he cared about was providing for his family.

Gamall had a son, Seimei, who got sick. 

Boy got blood rot, didn’t eat enough meat, got anemic. The boy wanted to eat greens only. Vegan I think that’s what is called. Gamall called it bullshit! 

But the boy was against eating meat, and Gamall was a hunter. Meat was the easiest thing to come by and the boy refused to eat it. Gamall couldn’t afford a proper “vegan” diet for him. So of course Seimei got anemic. One can’t survive of lettuce alone!

And Gamall couldn’t afford to treat him. The iron supplements and even the blood strengthening potions were expensive. They were millers and they couldn’t apply for government aid because Gamall wasn’t a legal citizen. So they were struggling.

Gamall joined the war as a contract Archer. It could give him a lot of money as well as right of citizenship. And as a contract archer, he could abandon the war once his contract was over. So he joined the war.

He said he wanted to use the money to treat his son and buy a horse. Wanted to become a courier, and if he had a horse, he could gain some steady income that way. Make sure his son never got blood rot again. He could also buy the right of citizenship and if he had a honorable conduit in the army, he could even earn it.

But was he wrong. 

He was not a fighter! He was a lumberjack who hunted deers on the side!

Of course he got captured during the war! 

Amarintia. That’s where he was captured. That’s another cemmetary there. All thanks to the “Church of Burden”.

They say the Ainlienists tortured him, broke him. The Ainlienists did horrible things to everyone. You saw the cities the Ainlienists destroyed. The dissected dragons, the decapitated humans and the burnt witches. All in the name of their maker. 

Eventually he was rescued and kept fighting in the war. I saw him a couple of times. He was still hopefull there was something worth fighting for, and he did. But I could see it in the mirror, that spark, that “humanity” of his be broken down, piece by little piece. 

War does that to you.  

He was tortured. Oh, was he tortured!

Tortured by the enemy. 

Used by his allies.

Betrayed by the people he loved and fought for. 

Used, tortured, beaten and abused.

You see, at a point, Gamall became a weapon, because there’s something particular about him. He couldn’t die. And he was becoming powerful and he was even able to manipulate his appearance. 

Isn’t that handy?

Should be easier to hide the scars, don’t you think?

But he was captured a second time, and the Ainlienists realized they couldn’t kill him so they exploited that. They had fun!

I heard they locked him inside a iron bull for three days straight. You know, Iron Bulls. Those iron contraptions where someone is locked inside and you lit the fire and let the person slowly cook alive. They did that to him. Cooked him alive.

Then healed him up and locked him inside an Iron Maiden. The one’s with spikes. When they left him out, there was a puddle of his own blood under it.

I heard one night they had fun with him. Raped him, sodomized him, made him wish he was neither man or woman. Made him wish he could die. Heard he squealed and begged and begged they’d just grab a rock and crush his skull.

And they did it!

But of course that didn’t kill him. 

So they did worse.

They sawed him in half.

They grabbed a rusty saw, held it firmly between his legs and sawed him in half. All the way up, slow pull by slow pull until the rusty teeth of saw got stuck right in his sternum and they still tried to cut further. But they were pressed for time.

They left him there. Litterally rotting.

Left the bacteria in his shredded intestines rot his body while his immortal cells tried to fix it. Like he was locked in this endless torturous cicle of rot and regeneration.

And no one saved him.

He had friends, you know. Friends who knew he had been captured.

“It’s not like you’ll die.” That’s what they told him, when he found a way home and was properly healed and treated.

I heard he actually lost a few inches of his entrails, but I am going to be honest. I didn’t measure them.

I think after that. After that moment Gamall realized how truly meaningless he was in the face of it all. That’s when he lost that “kindness” and “caring" and “altruism” and “hope”.

His wife went on with life. 

She died during the war. He never saw her again, not even her corpse. Only words that she was dead.

His son? Heard he was killed by his own hand. 

And you’ll ask, what happened to Gamall Sullyvan? Well...

I think that’s when Gamall Sullyvan was finally lost. That day. That day he escaped the Ainlienist hands and had to drag his own intestines through a desert, while rotting, only to be told to his face, by the people he loved that they didn’t bother to save him. Because...

“It’s not like you’ll die.”

I haven’t seen him since.

...

He’s dead. 

I'm all that's left.