Jungkook/Reader (part of the LS series)
Summary: Y/N's waters break that morning, and Jungkook appears on live stream whilst she rests.
Warnings: pregnancy, labour, birth (not described), foreign reader (not Korean, country not specified), female reader.
(A.N guys, I literally have no idea what I'm talking about when it comes to pregnancy. I just had this idea I couldn't get out of my head.
Word count:831 M.list
‘Y/N’s water broke this morning, we called the emergency number but the woman said we would be turned away if we went in so early.’ Jungkook paused, chin coming to rest on his fist.
‘It’s annoying because it’s snowing quite bad so I don’t know if the ambulance will get though and I don’t have a car here... So yeah I’m just worried.’
ARMY in chat began sending in comforting messages, doing everything they could to calm the distressed man before them. Where is Y/N and how is she doing a lot were asking.
‘Y/N is trying to get some rest in the bedroom before it’s time to give birth. That’s why I’m doing this live, so I’m not alone. I think I would break down if I were left alone with my thoughts.’ He let out a humourless laugh.
You and Jungkook had travelled back to your home country to visit your family before giving birth back in Korea. The two of you thought it would be fine, having gotten the greenlight from the doctor days prior that you would be ok to fly. Since you were still about a week away from due at this point, he didn’t see an issue with it.
Being stuck in your families isolated house, alone in a snow storm was definitely not part of the birth plan.
Jungkook was just sat there, looking over the screen as more and more messages of support flooded in. As he said, he wasn’t really live to talk, he just wanted company whilst you rested.
‘Maybe I should call the ambulance again just in case...’ He mumbled to himself, eyes cast to the side as he thought about what to do.
‘Kook...’ his eyes widened when he saw your tired frame shuffle into view, one hand cradling your swollen stomach and the other supporting yourself on the wall. He was up in a flash, practically leaping over the sofa to get to you. He swiftly slid his left arm around your waist and his right hand came to grab onto your elbow, supporting you with his hold.
‘Noona why did you get up!? You should have called me!’
‘My contractions-‘ You cut yourself off with a gasp as pain shot through you.
‘Do you think it’s time?’ Jungkook gasped out, unable to mask his worry, no matter how excited he was in that moment. All you could do was nod, pain making it impossible for you to talk.
‘Let’s go back to the bedroom and I’ll call the ambulance. Can you still walk?’ You nodded and started shuffling along with great difficulty, luckily the bedroom was right next to the living room.
As the two of you left the room, the live show which Jungkook had completely forgotten about was still going. ARMY were spamming chat and all of BTS’ social media pages, trying to let them know that they were still being recorded, wanting to be respectful of the idol and his family. While they now couldn’t see either of you, they could still hear your pained screams and Jungkook’s panicked voice as he spoke to the emergency services. Heck, even all the other BTS members took to blowing up Jungkooks phone trying to get his attention.
It wasn’t till about half an hour later when a frantic Jungkook was seen leading a crew of paramedics through the house, did the live finally get cut off.
A lot of people were angry at how slow Weverse had been to end the live. Whilst people knew that it was Jungkook’s responsibility to monitor his own live stream, in an emergency situation like this something should have been done sooner than it was. People were saying that Weverse should be doing a better job of monitoring what was happening on their website and ended the live remotely as soon as you appeared to be in labour.
In the days following when everything had calmed down somewhat, you best believe me when I say that Jungkook got the scolding of his life from his hyungs! How could he be so careless!? They would berate him on a FaceTime call after cooing over his new baby. Parent now or not, he was still their maknae, which means they will never stop making sure he is on the right path.
Going back to late morning, the day after your labour the previous night, Jungkook had once again taken to Weverse to compose a message to his anxious fans.
‘Hello! I suppose I owe everyone an apology for causing some panic last night, that was never my intention...
I just wanted to let everybody know that early this morning my beautiful daughter was born! Both mom and baby are healthy and we couldn’t be happier! Please understand that at least for now, we would like to keep all aspects concerning our daughter, including her name private. I hope you all understand and continue to support me during this time.
Love, JJK <;3’
March '23 Scenario: Masc Loche
Loche’s hands are gentle against your arm and side as he guides you through the forest, your eyes covered in a blindfold. To be honest, it took a lot of willpower to not tell him no to such a request; you hate being without your vision. It’s dangerous, in nearly every other situation.
But you will humor him. Just this once.
“Loche? How much further? Where are we even going?”
“It’s a secret, remember?” His rough lips lightly press against your temple. “Elsewise, it wouldn’t be a secret, as I’ve come to understand the word. And we’re nearly there. It won’t be long now, I promise.”
“Hmm. I suppose I can wait, just a little longer.” You sigh a little dramatically, but you continue, letting him lead.
He lets out a quiet laugh, though to anyone else, you know it’d sound like a growl. But you know better.
His guiding is careful and steady, his pace never faltering. You can hear birds chirping from above, as well as a light breeze rattling through the trees. The peacefulness takes the edge off your nerves some; not entirely, no, that won’t happen until the blindfold is off, but the peace helps a little bit.
Several more minutes pass before Loche halts, stopping you with him.
“We’re here,” he murmurs, and you feel his hands shift. They trail slowly up your arms, your shoulders, to rest on your neck. You shiver as the calluses and scars pull at your skin, sending pleasant chills all over your body until his fingers reach the tie of the blindfold. He struggles to untie it for a moment, resorting to growling at it for a moment, but it finally comes loose, and you take in the scenery before you.
It’s beautiful. No, beautiful isn’t the word. There’s a world of various greens before you, from near pastel greens to the deepest you’ve ever seen, rivaling even Freja’s eyes. But it’s not just a world of green, no, there’s so many others: blues, whites, pinks, oranges, yellows, purples. You can see nearly every imaginable color in the field of wildflowers in front of you, enclosed ever so gently and securely by a treeline thick with massively tall trees and thick, robust bushes.
You can’t even get close to describing it fully. You truly can’t.
You start when you feel rough fingertips lightly graze your jaw, gently urging you to look to the side. You find Loche watching you, his lips slightly parted. His deep blue eyes roam your face as his spots become visible, likely looking for your reaction. For you to give some kind of response. But what is one to say to this?
“It’s… I don’t know how to describe this, Loche. It’s wonderful.”
His lips pull into a smile. “I’m glad you think so as well. When I found it… I thought it’d be perfect for today.”
“Is there something special about today?” You question, puzzled. You can’t think of anything related to today… hmm. The month, maybe, but not today, specifically.
Loche nods slowly. “It’s the first day I ever saw you. In the diner.”
You rack your brain… and realize he’s right. Today is the very first time the two of you ever met, when he and Blake came in to make that big ass order for the whole team. “I had completely forgotten! It was today, wasn’t it?”
His smile widens. “Yes! And I wanted to do… something special. So, I went looking for somewhere beautiful to bring you and found this place. But, we’re going a little further in. There’s a small pond and there’s food waiting.”
“You left food… out here? Loche…”
His fingers gently entwine with yours, very warm and rough against yours. You follow him willingly when he gives a slight tug. “I placed magic around it… and asked the forest beings to please leave it be.”
“I hope they decided to listen,” you tease lightly as his lips pull into a slight pout.
“I… do as well.”
It’s only a few steps further to find the pond he spoke of. It’s actually almost heart-shaped, and it seems naturally shaped like that. Lily pads dot the top, where you can see colorful dragonflies and frogs making their homes. Another beautiful part of this place.
You also spy a picnic basket settled on the far side of the pond, where there’s a small clearing in the grass to allow clover to overgrow in a patch. Loche leads you there, and motions for you to sit, which you do… but you don’t release his hand. He gives the lightest of squeezes when he sits down, as close to you as he’s able to be. That’s how things normally go, anyway; the two of you being as close to one another as physically possible. Just comes as second nature, at this point.
With his free hand, he pulls the lid off of the basket, revealing several bowls of your and his favorite foods. He really did go out of his way to do all this, didn’t he?
“I’m sorry,” you say quietly as you turn to look at him. He looks confused. “I’m sorry I didn’t remember.”
“You have no reason to apologize to me,” he responds earnestly, shaking his head slightly. His hair swishes around his shoulders now, and the image of when you first met him pops into mind: his hair chopped to nearly the scalp, looking like it was done with kitchen scissors. It probably was with kitchen scissors. “We were complete strangers, and you had a lot on your mind then.”
“Still nothing, my love. You remember now, and that’s all I wanted.” He lays a soft kiss on your lips, but doesn’t fully pull away. His nose touches yours, his eyes looking deeply into your own as his breath shudders over your parted lips. “It’s all I wanted.”
“You’re all I want,” you whisper, reaching up with your other hand to run your fingers through his coarse hair. His expression changes, his eyes fluttering, his lips twitching.
Then he’s letting go of your hand to instead haul you close, crushing you to his chest. It’s rare you feel the strength in him like this, but you think what you said hit a nerve. Hit somewhere deep down inside of him, in a good way. You wrap your arms around his back as one of his hands dives into the back of your hair.
You’re not sure, but you could swear you feel droplets hitting your shoulder. But you know you won’t be able to see for a while yet; not when he’s holding you so tight. Holding you so close.
this is what sadness feels like
“I truly do hope you find someone who can give their all to you. Sadly I don’t think I’m the one, who can, so this is goodbye, (Y/n).”
She stood there, watching his back as he walked further away. Now, it was just her alone, heartbroken and solemn, sitting on that very bench in the park they first met. Where they first confessed their feelings to each other. Where they shared their first kiss. Where they both spoke of their dreams, and aspirations for the future, together. It was there she broke down at the sudden realization, she couldn’t, wouldn’t, ever be able to come back here with him, again. That she would never get the opportunity to tell him she loved him, ever again.
And now, it only seemed to remind her of everything all at once, but still the tears refused to surface. She dared not let them out. For she feared if she did, she would not be able to stop them from overflowing, from drowning herself in them. So she decided to run, she ran until her chest thrashed harshly, until her eyes blurred with tears that refused to fall, until she could no longer hold the pain in; she held within her shattering heart. And the dam broke, and drenched out into waves that threatened to drown her, swallow her up whole.
Unexpectedly along the way did she slip, and plant into the harsh asphalt of the road. Even if bruised and battered, did she hastily rush to get back up, again. She resolved herself in order to continued on. With a soft line placed against her lips, did she try to pick herself back up, again. When suddenly a sharp piercing forced her to wince in pain; as she looked down, she took notice of the bruises and bloody wounds surrounding her extremities of her limbs. It was then that she almost lost all hope, that is until she saw a hand reached out towards her, and a familiar voice asking:
“Hey, friend, do you need a hand?”
As if broken from her trance, she looked up as a throat clearing ripples out in the cold afternoon breeze. A tall figure stood in front of her, splash of warmth framing his features, captivated her soul whole. Her eyes filled with warmth as she looked back at a pair of bright hues but she was momentarily blinded by the pools trickling down her cheeks in streams. Her breath quivered at the touch of his fingertips gently whipping away her tears. She couldn’t help, but hear it, and wonder if he heard it too. The sound of her heart breaking in two.
Uliminated by the flickering street lights, he catches a glimpse of her current state. His heart squeezes tight as he recalls the ringing of his phone at such ungodly hours of the night, how pain-stricken the voice on other side of the phone line had sounded. The desperation laced in her voice. The frantic plead for him to come, to her rescue. He saw it all now. He put together all the missing pieces of the puzzle. Stained cheeks. Frantic breathing. Bloodshot eyes. Blood trickling down her knees. Her ankle was bruised, her knees were battered in scraps and cuts. She was hurt, and his heart sank deeper into the pit of his stomach, at the realization of why.
Her face was tear-stained, and red from the harsh air, but the warmth emanating from his palm was comforting, and soothing. She soon found the strength to stand with his help. With a swift movement he took off his jacket, and gently placed it atop her head; he couldn’t help but stare at her, tear stained cheeks, quivering lips, and blotchy eyes were enough for him to reach out and take her into within his embrace.
She soon welcomed the warmth that was his embrace, it engulfed her, and she buried herself further within the safety of his arms.
“(Y/n). I’m here, I’m right here.”
Her eyes filled with warmth once again as she looked back at a pair of familiar bright colored hues. She was momentarily blinded by the pools streaming down the mounds of her cheeks once, again. Then a quiver of a smile coated her delicate features, but it didn't quite reach her eyes, just yet.
“He broke up with me.” The harsh breeze pained her nose and cheeks a red flush, as her eyes were downcasted.
“What did I do? I must have done something for him to leave.” Her words were rushed, and sluggish; the cold was harsh against her chafed lips. A few scabs lingered on her lips, broken and bleeding just like the current state of her heart. She was hurt and swallowed up in her own pain, but she decided to smile through the pain. She noted she did that more often, when she was trying to not have him worry.
“Tell me, what did I do wrong?” The cold air engulfing her lungs was harsh and piercing. With a heavy tug of her trembling hands, grasped harshly against his collared shirt.
Even he knew, how much you loved them. Always making sure to clear your schedule just to go on a date, picking up extra shifts at work just to afford that pricey present for their birthday, doing the absolute most to have the best impression on his family, always putting aside your own wants, and feelings just to make sure they were happy instead; always making sure they were your first priority. And that was what he hated, he hated how you always seemed to lose yourself when it came to your relationships. You put aside your own feelings just for someone else.
“(Y/n) just cry. Let it all out.” She soon loosen her hold on him, and fully grasped the notion of his words. That when she tightened the grip she had on his shirt, while begging her heart to stop hurting so damn much.
“It hurts, it hurts. I feel like my heart was ripped out of my chest. It hurts so much, I don’t know what to do.” The cold air engulfing her lungs was harsh and piercing with a heavy tug of his hands, did he clasp harshly against her smaller ones, and pulled her further into his embrace.
Even if he knew it hurt, he had not the heart to loosen his hold on you, for he feared you would shatter into pieces if he let you go. So he did what he did best, he held you in his arms and told you everything was going to be alright; even though his own heart was breaking into pieces trying to make yours whole again.
“It's alright. Everything’s alright, I'm here now."
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"Whiskey sour? Classy." - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader
[TW: insults, harassment, explicit language]
🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀 || TOPGUN-inspired playlist
SUMMARY: When new aviators arrive at the base, Rooster invites you to hang out with the Dagger Crew and the freshmen. One of the newcomers gets in over his head and Rooster gladly accepts the honour of bringing him down a peg: no one gets to talk trash to the eventual Mrs. Bradshaw.
WORDCOUNT: ~ 2k
"Hey, Bradshaw, where'd you leave wifey?" Hangman asked.
Although the group was disillusioned about the seriousness of your relationship, the nickname came into existence only after they witnessed you nagging at Bradley for being irresponsible after he came back with Maverick. Truthfully, he liked how it sounded - for you to be called his wife.
The Hard Deck was booming with life, filled with twice as many people as it usually was. It was supposed to be a sort of welcoming party for the newcomers but mixed with the locals - it was simply Miramar showing off its essence, the brash young blood pumping the town's atmosphere with new, exciting energy.
"Should be here any moment. Maybe I'll tell her you missed her."
"Careful, she might just run to me."
Bradley was about to continue the friendly scuffle with Jake but Pete tapped him on his shoulder and pointed you out in the crowd by the bar:
"Found your missus, kid."
For a moment, the whole world stopped just so Rooster could admire the woman he had the highest honour of calling his. You were wearing a thin bodycon dress - the very same one he associated with long, sleepless nights and the plethora of beautiful sounds you could make. The light, sunny yellow colour looked lovely on you, bringing summer heat into the onlookers' hearts. You wore the same makeup you always did, your hairdo wasn't different either but for some reason, spotting you in the faraway crowd, Bradley felt the same way he did the first time he saw you. He remembered how embarrassingly nervous he was and how his mouth dried out when you stared at him with a smile. From that day on, his condition was only getting worse.
"Just don't drool," Phoenix warned him. The group laughed and Rooster was momentarily brought back to the present day. The sound of cue balls hitting one other resounded in his ears together with the very bar-like sounds of laughter, the click of glass and 80s hits playing on the jukebox.
The game of pool resumed but not for long:
"Lieutenant Bradshaw, there's an enemy on the front line," Maverick announced while vaguely pointing towards your direction. With furrowed eyebrows, Bradley turned around to see what Pete was talking about. There you were: standing awkwardly next to one of the newcomers who was leaning against the bar. In a way, he understood the interest in your beauty. To him, you always looked like a star but Bradley was far from objective - he did, after all, give you those dreamy, puppy eyes of a fool in love while you were wearing a stained hoodie with your university's logo, sleeping and drooling on the pillow. "He's going for the kill, the very classy chest check."
Clenching his jaw, Bradley passed his cue to Bob, who gladly accepted it. The game of pool was temporarily withheld as the Dagger Crew watched the ordeal unfold with great interest. Rooster stormed through the crowd towards you and Maverick set his beer down, getting ready for the approaching 'overboard' or a fistfight.
You've never seen the Hard Deck packed the way it was that night. All the khaki uniforms were blending into one, beige mob, giving a quite humorous impression that it was you who was dressed inappropriately for a night out at a bar. Somehow, it made you happy to see Hard Deck bursting with life - for once, Miramar wasn't just a military town at the end of the world. Squeezing through the beige crowd, you finally reached the counter, only to be greeted by Penny's wide smile.
"Good to see you, (Y/N). Prince Charming's been waiting for you." She vaguely pointed towards the laughing group of aviators playing pool with too many people. Among the sea of military uniforms, Bradley's Hawaiian shirt looked adorably out of place. Although he looked better in blue, that grey shirt he was wearing had to be your favourite - the very same he wore when you met him for the first time.
"Oh, come off it," you laughed. A flustered blush warmed up your face. The rouge on your cheeks slightly camouflaged the flush.
"Hey, I'm not the one calling you wifey."
For a moment, your eyes were glued to Rooster, watching him just having fun with his friends. There wasn't a day where you didn't praise the whim of the cosmos for making Bradley love you. Penny laughed seeing the buttery look on your face. Honestly, she found it quite adorable that years had gone by, the two of you had grown older and matured but the hopeless love of your younger days still stayed around and threatened to never abandon its post. Despite that, she was grateful she didn't have to witness you at the start of your relationship when lovers tend to be more embarrassing than should be humanly possible.
"He could make a ring out of spit and cheese puffs and I'd say yes in a heartbeat," you confessed. Truthfully, the idea of actually marrying him had been haunting you for a few weeks. Those wandering thoughts were always cut short when your imagination began painting you and Bradley as parents, suddenly flustered with the seriousness of the daydreams.
"Now, don't go around giving him stupid ideas." Although it was meant as a scolding, Penny's amused tone made her words sound not serious. "Just tell him. Anyway, what will you have? The usual?"
"You're a woman after my own heart, Penny."
"That I am, sweetheart. One whiskey sour coming right up."
"Thank you!" you called after her.
Penny barely turned around to prepare your drink and serve another round of beers, when someone approached you:
"Whiskey sour, huh? Classy." The man was, too, wearing the khaki uniform. He was leaning against the bar, trying to appear all suave and nonchalant; the position made the muscles in his toned arms even more accentuated and you just knew he did it on purpose.
"I guess you could say that," you answered with a disinterested shrug. It was, after all, only a drink: nothing to gatekeep or make a competition out of. Whatever one drinks, the hangover always tastes the same. "The first drink I ever had."
"Then it must've been quite recently, no?" he asked with a grin. "You sure you're old enough to be here, little lady?"
"That's a strange way to say I look young." An awkward chuckle left your lips. You just wanted to deviate the conversation from further going down the uneasy lane. "Zeus?" you read from the patch on his uniform. "Where'd that come from?"
"The real answer is that I got electrocuted in the academy." After his explanation, the man's gaze audaciously dropped to the deep cleavage of your dress. A cold shiver of discomfort run down your spine. "The cool answer is that I'm just great with the ladies."
To your own, deepening horror, his eyes remained below your chin as he spoke. Did he really think it would work on someone?, you asked yourself. Some more naive part of you believed he was oblivious to his inappropriate behaviour or maybe he was being creepy just for the shock factor.
"Can you... stop staring at my breasts?" you asked awkwardly after a longer while. Uneasiness was dripping from your words and, judging by the livid expression on Rooster's face, not only from them.
Zeus scoffed and his self-assured grin momentarily turned into a strange mixture of lewdness and mischievousness, making your skin crawl.
"Come on, you want me to stare, doll," he said in a low voice. Zeus licked his lips and you felt your whole body tense up. Although he hadn't touched you, his awful way of being made you feel dirty - and not the kind one can scrub off in a hot shower. "If you didn't, you would've covered up."
"What the hell, man," you heard yourself saying. The situation was so odd and awkward, that you had no idea how to act. Flustered at the unwanted attention, words were stuck in your throat. You were telling yourself to go, just leave the man as fast as you could but for some strange reason, you found yourself unable to move like a deer caught in the headlights; only at that moment, the figure of speech could be taken quite literally.
"I know you're just teasing me, sweetheart," Zeus confessed as if he was letting you in on a big secret. "But I prefer a straight game."
Zeus reached for your bare shoulder but someone stopped him. Rooster's fingers were wrapped so tightly around the man's wrist, that their skin turned white. The sight of the familiar Hawaiian shirt allowed you to take a deeper, only slightly calmer, breath. Maybe Penny was partially right: he was Prince Charming, except for the off days when he part-timed as Knight In Shining Armor.
"How about you fuck off from my wife," Bradley gritted through his teeth. His face was red and you were left doubtless that it was the only colour he was currently seeing. There was no doubt that if nature gifted him with just a little less self-control, Zeus would be getting his own jaw dislocated.
"Chill, man," Zeus chuckled awkwardly and tried to force his hand out of Rooster's iron grip. His effort was in vain, a wince of pain slowly making its way unto his face. However, even bad circulation to his hand couldn't keep his audacity out. "Not my fault you let your wife leave the house dressed like that, amigo. And not my fault the girl doesn't wear a ring."
"Well, it's your fault you're a dickhead."
Still clutching Zeus' wrist, Rooster forcefully pulled him away from you. Penny began ringing the bell behind the counter, visibly pleasant at the turn of events. The other clients cleared the way from the bar to the door, already starting to chant 'overboard'.
"Welcome to TOP GUN, pal," Maverick said while he and Rooster grabbed the man under his arms. Together, they began dragging him out of the bar as the regulars cheered them on. "Rule number one: Mrs. Bradshaw is to be respected at all times."
Soon after that life lesson, Zeus was literally thrown out of the Hard Deck and the front door closed in his face. Some of the guests laughed at the interesting turn of events but the general majority went back to their drinks, used to the particular culture of the beach bar.
All gloating and pleased with himself, Bradley made his way back to you, his hands sneaking around your waist without much thought.
"My wife?" you repeated with amusement. A bright smile quickly appeared on his face - he was growing more fond of that thought with each passing second, each mention of the, hopefully inevitable, possibility. "Don't remember marrying you just yet."
The anger he had been drowning in moments ago, was now nowhere to be seen and Bradley's face returned to its soft expression - a default for whenever you were around.
"Really?" he asked with theatrical confusion. His eyebrows even furrowed for a moment. "Must've been my dream then."
"You dream about me often?" you asked as a soft grin crept unto your face. Bradley was the type of man who would flirt with his girl even after having spent his entire life with her - always showing appreciation of the beyond favourable turn of events. Your fingers were mindlessly trailing the hem of his shirt.
"Anytime I can." Considering the gentle look in his eyes, it might just be true.
The laughter his words elicited from you was cut short as Bradley cradled your face and kissed you slowly. Some of the nearby guests started yelling 'bitter!', clearly believing Rooster and Maverick's slight embellishment of your relationship status.
Fandom: Twisted Wonderland
Summary: Four times someone realizes how Malleus feels. And the time he finally realizes it himself.
Word Count: 3,032
Note: Something I've been thinking about for awhile. Some Malleus fluff because why not?
Leona grumbles as he trudges through the halls. Profesor Crewel had sent the Ramshackle prefect after him. He follows behind you as you walk ahead, hands stuffed in his pockets. Despite rolling over when you found him, you persisted until he got annoyed enough to give up on a peaceful nap.
“You’re such a goody-goody, herbivore,” he grunts.
Tossing him a smirk, you pause to poke at his arm. “Professor Crewel said he’d give me extra credit if I managed to drag you to class. How could I pass up that opportunity?”
Scoffing, he swats your hand away. “Your grade doin’ that bad?”
“Kinda… Malleus has been helping me out with potion theory. But Grim tends to mess up our potions because he just dumps everything in without reading the instructions.” You sigh while shaking your head. “I’d be doing fine if it wasn’t for that…”
You presume walking. “To think the overgrown lizard would actually tutor someone,” Leona grumbles. “Ya should’ve asked Vil. He’s the potion expert.”
“I was, but I mentioned needing help with potions to Malleus, and he offered to help first. He knows just as much, I think,” you explain.
There’s a pause as you pass by the athletic field. “Child of man?” Speak of the devil. Malleus floats on his broom above. Leona feels his annoyance rise immediately as he lands.
“How fortunate to see you,” he says with a grin. His gaze flickers to Leona. “And Kingscholar.”
“Tch…” Crossing his arms, he only glares back.
“Hello, Malleus. How’s gym class?” you ask.
“Nothing too exciting. What about you? Are you off somewhere with Kingscholar?” Leona’s ears twitch at the mention of his name once more.
He blocks the both of you out once he realizes you’re actually lingering to have a chat. However, his keen eyes watch as you happily discuss some mundane topic. Gaze flickering over to the overgrown monster, his nostrils flair.
There’s a certain scent coming from the dorm leader of Diasomnia. It’s really only noticeable for those with enhanced senses, and it seems even he doesn’t notice. The way the lizard is angled toward you speaks volumes. Leona scoffs as he notices the slight dilation of his pupils. These are small things most wouldn’t pick up, but to Leona��s perceptive gaze, it’s like waving a giant red sign while wearing flashing lights.
And based on the way you’re reacting, you’re just as unaware. Just a couple of oblivious idiots. No wonder you both like each other.
He scoffs. Loudly. “Something wrong, Leona?” you ask, breaking away from your conversation.
“Aren’t ya supposed to bring me back to class?”
Eyes widening, you quickly grab his arm. “Sorry, Malleus, gotta go! See you later!” you spit out a rushed farewell before bolting down the hallway.
One glance over his shoulder, he sees a confused and slightly dejected lizard. Leona’s barking laughter echoes down the hall. He can’t wait to tease you about this once you finally know.
Ace’s glances don’t go unnoticed as Deuce takes a look behind them as well. “What are you looking at?” he inquires, seeing nothing of interest. It’s just you walking with Malleus Draconia while casually chatting.
The redhead gestures behind him. “Them! Isn’t it weird?”
“Uhhh… I mean yeah it was a little weird when he first started showing up, but the (Y/N) seems alright with it.”
“That isn’t the point! He’s been hanging around a lot lately. What’s one of the most powerful mages hanging around us scrubs? Isn’t it weird??” Ace hisses while throwing more glances behind him.
Deuce hums thoughtfully. “True… Maybe he just wants to make friends with other dorms?”
“Meh! I don’t know what you two are worried about. Obviously, he’s realized that I’m gonna be a powerful mage and wants to learn from me!” Grim boasts, cutting into the conversation.
Rolling his eyes, Ace snorts, “Only in your dreams.” Taking another peek, he nearly chokes on his spit. You’re busy tracing the palm of Malleus’s hand while muttering something about palm reading. The third year watches you intently as you point out something.
Even Deuce looks startled as they lock eyes. “See???”
“Hey, hench-human!” Grim turns to you both, crossing his arms. “Whatcha doin’?”
Pausing in your walk, you show Grim Malleus’s palm. “I read a book about palm reading a few days ago. I was just trying to see if I could actually read anything off Malleus,” you explain, still holding his hand as if it’s not a big deal.
“Palm reading?” Grim tilts his head as he stares blankly.
“Well, it’s a way to read into someone or even possibly guess their future. It’s all for fun though.” You point to a long line on Malleus’s palm. “See this is the life line. Depending on the length and curve of the line, it’s supposed to tell you how long you’ll live. Malleus has a really long one, so I guess that means he’ll have a long, prosperous life.”
“It’s a very intriguing method of fortune telling,” Malleus muses.
“Hey, can ya read mine!?” Grim asks, excitement on his face.
You glance at his paws. “Um… I don’t think it’ll work since you don’t have hands.”
“Mrrrww! What a load of baloney!” Grim huffs before rushing ahead. “I don’t need anything to tell me my future!” he yells.
Ace and Deuce had remained silent as they watched the entire exchange. Not once did you let go of Malleus’s hand. The owner of said hand doesn’t seem to mind at all. He looks entirely too pleased with himself.
“Do you think…?” Deuce trails off gaze wide.
“Yeah. I don’t know if we should be relieved or scared,” Ace mutters as they share a look while you walk ahead of them with Malleus in tow.
“Kalim, thanks for the invite!” You greet the second year with a smile
He returns the greeting with a big grin of his own. “I’m glad you could make it! And you brought Malleus!”
“I had to make sure this one didn’t forget the time,” you joke, nudging Malleus’s side.
“It’s my first time in the Scarabia dorm. I didn’t realize it would be so warm,” Malleus mumbles to himself. He’s busy looking around at the other party-goers.
“Please, enjoy the food and the music!” There’s a large table filled to the brim with amazing food.
“That’s a lot of food… though I’m pretty sure Grim’ll finish most of it,” you mutter, spying said cat already piling his plate up.
As Kalim leaves to greet more guests, Malleus turns his attention back to you. “What should we do?”
“We could get some food if you’re hungry or dance?” You point at the dance floor where everyone is gathered. The music is upbeat and loud.
“Hmm…” Malleus ponders for a moment, before deciding. “I’ve heard Viper makes excellent food.”
As you near the food, the students all part. You hand Malleus a plate, ignoring the looks and whispers. “Since this is all Scalding Sand cuisine, a lot of it will probably be spicy. Are you okay with spice?”
“Yes, I don’t mind.” You start putting one of everything on the plate.
By the time you’ve found a place to eat, you’re carrying three plates between the two of you. “Jamil really knows his stuff.”
“Everything is very seasoned,” he notes.
Kalim stops by once more after you’ve polished off most of the meal. “Did you like the food? Jamil spent all day preparing everything!”
Malleus nods. “Viper is indeed very talented. Please, send him my compliments.”
“Sure!” Kalim glances around, but Jamil is nowhere to be seen. “I’ll let him know later. I think he’s busy preparing some more food.” His gaze darts around before he seems to find what he’s looking for. “You two should join me on the dance floor!”
Malleus hesitates as he takes in the other guests. “I don’t know if I’m suited for this kind of dancing…”
“Don’t worry about how you dance, just have fun! Come on!” Grabbing both your hands, Kalim drags you two on the dance floor.
Some people stop to stare, but most are in their own zone. As Kalim starts dancing, Malleus stands there looking lost. Confusion spreads on his face as he eyes Kalim’s movements. “Perhaps this kind of dancing isn’t for me…”
You take his hand before he can leave. “Don’t worry, Tsunotarou, we can do this together. Just follow my lead.” The dance lessons Vil had beat into you awhile ago are about to come in handy.
Taking both his hands, you start swaying to the music. Eyes focused on you, Malleus follows your lead as you move quickly around the dance floor. It’s less polished than what Vil had taught, but it’s exhilarating to move around while throwing in a few spins. Ducking under his arm, you’re spun around and meet Kalim before being spun once more into Malleus’s arms.
Laughter and cheers fill the room as more people join. Malleus throws his head back in laughter as you spin him around. Green eyes glitter with joy as the music slowly fades away. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulls you close to his chest.
“Thank you, child of man. That was probably the most fun I’ve had dancing,” he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours as you attempt to catch your breath.
Standing a bit away, Kalim watches the scene thoughtfully. Smiling to himself, he claps his hands. “I’m happy for them!” His words are lost as another lively tune starts.
If you were to ask Sebek what he thinks about the Great Malleus Draconia tutoring a magic-less human, he would scoff. His lord has better things to do. So, he’s not sure if he’s still sleeping when he comes down to the library to study, and he sees the future king of Briar Valley teaching the Ramshackle prefect.
Sitting side by side with a few books open in front of them, they talk in hushed whispers. You’re hunched over with brows pinched together as you work on the latest potion homework. The young master points to something in one of the books. Eye lighting up, you quickly scribble something down with a satisfied nod.
As Sebek draws near, he bites his cheek to keep from raising his voice. “Young master?” he greets. He notes that others studying nearby have stayed a good distance away, which is right as Malleus Draconia deserves space to study.
His dorm leader looks up. “Hello, Sebek. Here to study as well?”
“Yes, sir! I needed more information for class.” He glances over to you.
Smiling at him, you gesture to the seat across from your own. “Do you want to study with us, Sebek? Malleus is helping me with potion theory.”
The half-fae jumps at the opportunity to be taught by his lord. “Of course I wo-” However, the words get caught in his throat. Malleus peers at him with a look that he hasn’t seen before.
Recalling some advice Lilia had given him, Sebek quickly shakes his head. “Erm… I would rather study on my own for now.” He quickly excuses himself to find a place to work.
He had thought he knew all about Malleus Draconia. However, the look he had given him is new. He isn’t sure what to categorize the look into. The way his lips pursed and brows pinched, spoke of annoyance. Yet, the flat look in eyes and the slight set of his shoulders, said more. What it said, Sebek would need to think about it.
Finding a table, he can’t help but look back. Malleus leans over to whisper something, which causes you to laugh. His lips spread into a smile, showing off his sharp fangs. His hand lingers on yours as he points out something on your work. His gaze focuses only on you even when you’re busy writing. There’s a softness to his eyes that Sebek has only seen a handful of times from someone else.
“Mother?!” he gasps loudly, standing up suddenly.
All eyes turn to him. Sebek slowly sinks back into his seat and ducks his head. The realization settles on him like a weight. Taking another peek, he can’t help but see his parents. They always share the same looks, looks of pure adoration and love.
There’s a constant frown pressed on Malleus’s lips. He realizes it’s a bit childish to be sulking at his age, but he can’t help it. His favorite human has been busy for the past few weeks. He hasn’t been able to see the Ramshackle prefect due to their duties taking over. He knows that duty comes before personal matters, but he didn’t expect them to be busy for so long.
Another heavy sigh echoes in the dorm living area. “Young master, is something wrong?!” Sebek asks, having counted that Malleus had sighed exactly sixteen times within the span of ten minutes.
Even Silver is a bit worried at the deep sighs from him. “Is there something bothering you?” he inquires.
Malleus waves them off. “My child of man has been very busy lately. I haven’t seen them for almost three weeks…”
“I did hear there were some renovations happening at Ramshackle,” Silver muses aloud.
“They said they would let me know once I can visit…” He sighs once more. 17 times now. His fingernails tap incessantly on the table as he’s lost in thought.
“Khee hee, it sounds like you’re quite fond of the Ramshackle prefect,” Lilia chortles, eyes shining knowingly.
Scratching his head, Sebek still can’t wrap his mind around his recent revelation. “Excuse my ignorance, but I do not understand what makes them so…special?”
Malleus frowns, fingers stilling in their movement. “They’re kind and brave. They’re wiser than most despite being young. They can be humorous and witty,” he lists easily.
Lilia grins, leaning over Malleus’s shoulder. “You’re more than just fond of them, hmm~?”
“Of course. I like…” Brows pulling together, Malleus stares off as his voice fades away. The other three are quiet as they watch him. There’s a sudden glint in his gaze. “I see now,” he mumbles to himself.
“Oh ho? Did you figure something out?” Despite the question, Lilia already knows the answer.
Standing up, Malleus nods. “Yes. I’m going to see the prefect now.”
Before anyone can say anything, he teleports away and appears at the gate of Ramshackle. The dorm is quiet despite the renovations that are supposed to be taking place. Walking up the path, the door is already open. He knocks, but there’s no response, though he can hear some noise from inside.
Walking in, Malleus heads in the direction of the commotion, which is coming from one of the many rooms. You’re setting down a table while Grim pushes a chair in place.
Grim is the one to notice him first “Eh? Hey, it’s Tsunontaru!”
Wiping your face with a clean towel, you greet him with the usual dazzling smile. “Malleus, what are you doing here?”
Your clothes are disheveled. You look sweaty and tired. Despite all that, he can’t help but think you look as wonderful as ever. “I wanted to see you,” he states plainly. “It’s been twenty days since we last spoke.”
“I’ve been so busy with redecorating the dorm, I haven’t had time to do anything else,” you say more to yourself than him. “Do you want something to drink?”
He shakes his head. “Can we go for a walk?”
“Sure! Let me clean up first. I’ll meet you outside.” Ushering him out to the hall, you leave to put on a clean shirt.
It doesn’t take you long to come back down. The path around Ramshackle is familiar and worn. You’ve walked the same route with Malleus many times. He’s quiet as you round the corner to the back of the dorm. With the slight curve of his brow and the way his gaze remains unfocused, you can tell he’s thinking about something. You wait patiently for him to tell you whatever is on his mind.
He finally comes back to the present. “I had a sudden revelation today,” he starts, “about myself. It was quite surprising. Have you ever felt anything so strongly that it changes how you view things?”
“Well,” you hesitate before nodding, “yes, something like that has happened recently.” You chew the inside of your cheek as you pick your words. “Recently, I’ve been thinking about my feelings and how they’ve changed for a particular person. I may have known, but I chose to ignore it out of fear.”
Inhaling deeply, you let the confession tumble out. “I…I like you. A lot. As more than just a friend!” You feel suddenly too warm as lime green eyes study you with such intensity.
Malleus holds out his hand, void of his usual gloves. “May I have?” You give your hand to him without a second thought.
He places it, palm down, over his heart. You can feel the thumping of his heart, and it almost seems to echo in the quiet night. “Malleus?” Your voice is barely a whisper as you stare at his hand that covers your own.
Using his other hand, he reaches out to cup your cheek. His thumb rubs against your face with an aching slowness. “My heart knew how I felt, but it took a bit for me to realize how I feel about you. I was planning to confess to you, but it seems you’ve beaten me to it.”
Leaning into his touch, your eyes close briefly. It feels almost like a dream for him, one he doesn’t want to wake up from. Eyes opening once more, you ask, “So what now?”
“I’d like to court you properly, if you’ll let me.” The look on his face is serious with a touch of wonder.
You grasp the hand that’s stroking your face and interlace your fingers together. “As long as I can court you too.” He’s sure you can feel his heartbeat quicken as he responds with a bright smile and a squeeze of your hand.
It’s no surprise to some when they see the two of you hand-in-hand the next day.
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#SYNOPSIS— headcanon on being courted by Tsu’tey
#CHARACTER(S)— Tsu’tey Rongloa Ateyitan
Tsu’tey would be confused by the different approaches on how humans attract a potential mate or in human terms to woo a potential suitor. He would start out by doing what he was taught to attract a mate in his own terms. He’ll start by doing small gestures first, offering you his own food from his plate during clan meals. Offering his first batch of prey he catches and dedicating them towards you. Prancing himself like a peacock, puffing out his chest and showing off his skills. These actions are to show how much of a reliable mate he can be.
The second stage of courting would depend on your attitude towards the first courting stage. Seeing how you praise him for his catch and compliment him he’ll start taking bigger steps. He’ll present you with his own hair beads offering them to you, even going as far to hunt exotic animals and offer their feathers to you. If he sees you thanking him for his gifts and even offering your own hair beads/feathers he’ll be more than delighted to wear them and prance them around with his clanmates.
The last stage of courting is intimate. It’s not something that can be officially spoken about in front of others seeing as it’s a sign of vulnerability and trust. (The queue is a vulnerable part of the Na’vi body. It can enable mental communication, emotions/feelings etc.)Tsu’tey would probably take you to the tree of souls and offer to do your hair/brush it/to braid it/decorate it with his own trinkets and gifts to you. To let someone else take care of such a vulnerable part of the body is a sign of trust and acceptance(in human standards it’s implications of bearing their own naked body to their partner and trusting them not let any harm fall upon them) Tsu’tey would be ecstatic in your acceptance and overwhelmed in your faith in him. He’ll take this moment very seriously and make sure no mistakes happen in this precious bonding moment.
However this all depends on your knowledge of being courted by a Na’vi. If you were to be a rather oblivious to his implying attraction towards you he would begrudgingly go to Jake Sully for help. Tsu’tey would try to court you in human standards. He finds himself confused by human mating customs. But he can find the beauty in it, such as giving flowers. He can decorate your hair with flowers weaved into your braid. Plans ‘ dates ‘ as humans calls it. Takes you to pretty scenery’s or takes you hunting with him. Going flying with him on his ikran anything that seems like a bonding moment with you.
The last step would probably be offering you a ring wedged with pretty rocks surrounding it, a makeshift ring. He would offer it to you, bend down on one knee and gazing up at you. By that time I’m sure you would of caught the drift of his attraction towards you.
Tr Men opening a bottle for you
Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Ran & Rin, Baji, Sanzu, Hanma & Kisaki
Summary: You can't open a bottle and they help you open it
Please don't steal my post
"Mikey!!" You shout across the hall as he was about to leave for work."Hm? What is it, y/n?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "Help me open this bottle. Please," you say while giving him puppy eyes. He chuckles at your request and opens the bottle with ease. "Thanks, Mikey." You say quietly. He smiles at you, "You're welcome. " as he leaves for work.
You sit in your seat as you struggle to open a coke bottle. "You need help?" He says while walking towards you. "Yes, please." You turn behind and say. He comes to you and takes the bottle, opening it and drinking some of the liquid inside it. "Ken!!" You whine while pouting your lips. He grins at your reaction, "Your welcome, baby." He says while pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You knock on the door as he says you can come in. "Taka-" you were about to ask him something but saw he was busy with his sewing machine. "Oh, sorry. I didn't know you were busy," you say while closing the door. He stops his sewing machine and turns to you. "It's okay, y/n. What's wrong?" He asks, his eyes sinking into yours. "Can you open this for me?" You ask, embarrassed a bit as he takes the bottle from your hand. "Here you go," he says after opening and giving it to you. "Thanks, Taka" giving him a kiss before leaving.
"Ran, can you help me?" You ask your boyfriend as he leisures on the sofa. "I'm busy, y/n." He replies. The disappointment on your face made him feel guilty. As you were walking away, he stops you. "Wait, y/n." He sighs, "What'd need help with?" You give him the bottle and asking to open it. He quickly opens it and gives it to you. "Thanks, Ran." You says as you skip away happily.
You and Rin were at home on your shared bed. He laid on your lap, scrolling mindlessly on his phone while you were trying to open a mineral water bottle. "How long do I have to watch you struggle til you ask me?" He says while turning his phone off. "Rin, help me please." You plead, watching him get up and taking the bottle from your grasp. He opens it easily and hands it to you. "Thanks, Rin." You smile as he pecks a kiss on your lips.
You and Baji sat lazily on the carpet at Chifuyu's apartment. "Here are the drinks." Chifuyu says as he sets them down on the carpet. "Oh, y/n. Let me help you open it!" Taking the bottle from your hands but was stopped by Baji. "Who d'you think you are?" He mutters while grabbing the drink from his palms. Opening it with ease as he gives it to you as you stare at both of them as they start arguing. "I was just trying to help her!" Chifuyu shouts. "Are you her boyfriend?" Baji snaps.
"Haru!" You shout across the ball while running to him. "Hm? What is it, baby?" He says while holding the remote and pressing random buttons, eyes fixated on the screen. "Help me open this," you say while handing him the bottle. He lets go of the remote and opens the bottle. Throwing the cap away and giving you the bottle. "There," he mumbles while looking at the screen still. "Thanks, haru." You say, kind of dissappointed he was still paying attention to the television.
"Shu-" you were confused as Hanma was nowhere in sight though he was just there a second ago. Your confused phase didn't notice his towering figure behind you. "You need something, doll?" He asks, his voice startling you and amused him. "Do you need help with the bottle?" He asks, you nod and he instantly opened it with no problem. "There," he says while patting your head as he walks away.
Kisaki sat in his study as you come in. "Tetta, are you busy?" You ask as he puts down his papers. "No, why?" He replies as you walk in. "Help me open this bottle, please." You ask while feeling a bit embarrassed. He takes it from your grasp and opens it easily. He gives it back to you and pulls you down on his lap as you gasp. "There, now stay with me til I'm done."
I never was the type to fall for Slytherin boys
Warning: Spoilers for Hogwarts Legacy
Many things had changed in the few short months Ominis had been back at Hogwarts, and while he had initially found them to be overwhelming, enough time had passed to allow him to grow accustomed to them.
Somehow, you were not one of them.
That wasn't entirely true. When you had first appeared in his life, it had all felt rushed, what with his dear friend Sebastian spilling one secret after the next to you in his attempt to rope you into his search for a cure for Anne. At first Ominis had felt almost betrayed when he discovered you coming out of the Undercroft, despite your attempts to defend Sebastian by lying and saying you had found it all on your own.
He had responded harshly to you, and it was something he would quickly come to regret.
He wasn't one to partake in frivolous gossip, but his lack of sight either blessed or cursed him with excellent hearing, depending on how one chose to look at it. It didn't take long for news to spread of you helping anyone who so much as sighed within earshot of you. You had become hard to locate most days; if you weren't attending classes, you were off running errands in Hogsmeade or rushing around the Highlands doing... whatever it was you got up to in the little spare time you seemed to have.
He shouldn't have been surprised when you approached him to speak about the Scriptorium on Sebastian's behalf, and in truth, part of him wasn't. What did surprise him was how easily you quelled his anxiety over entering such a place.
It was even more shocking how you had gotten him to speak Parseltongue after so many years.
After the three of you had ended up trapped just as poor Noctua had, he could no longer pretend he could not understand why people got so attached to you so quickly. You had taken in the hand you were dealt, and you considered every angle before making the decision to allow Sebastian to cast the Cruciatus Curse on you. You took it in stride despite their concerns, and it wasn't much later that you would admit to him that you had partially made your choice because you thought it would easier for him to listen to your cries over Sebastian's.
If anyone were to ask him now, he would say that you had been wrong.
He could feel himself losing Sebastian with each day that passed. The boy wasn't as sly as he believed he was, and Ominis caught the two of you with an item that would only spell trouble.
If he hadn't been so furious, he would have been touched to hear your attempts at getting Sebastian to include him.
But he was distraught; the idea of losing the only good thing he had away from home, the only person he trusted with his darkest secrets and his scars and his baggage was becoming a reality, and there was nothing he could think of to stop it.
And yet, with nothing to gain for yourself that he could tell, you had offered a solution. A means to protect what was left of his relationship with Sebastian with the hopes of being able to salvage it once the dust had settled.
And he let you.
He tried to convince himself it was because he was desperate at the time, but he could not ignore the obvious truth once he had found his way back to the castle: you always knew what people needed to hear.
But it wasn't just that. You were so painfully genuine with your eagerness to help, to support, to fix, that you made it impossible to not trust you. Your intentions weren't just worn on your sleeves; it was imbued in every word, every touch, every move that came from you.
If he didn't already witness it for himself, he would have thought you were incapable of lying.
But you didn't need to. Somehow, your brazen honesty didn't work as a detriment to you. Instead, it was its own armor that protected you from the worst of the world, allowing not just you to be open and trusting, but the people around you as well.
He was no different.
There was still much he didn't know about you. You never spoke about your life before Hogwarts, and while he couldn't be sure, he didn't get the sense that your life had been anywhere as miserable as his. He wondered if maybe that was what allowed you to do as you pleased, so unafraid of what harm may come to you. While he was so guarded and afraid to engage with most people, you were the complete opposite; something that would normally irritate him.
Yet here he was, sitting with you in the safety of the Undercroft, attempting to study while he did his best to ignore the warmth of your head resting on his shoulder, your steady breathing telling him you were fast asleep.
This was a brand new development. One he was not prepared for.
He had told you of his sins, of the crimes he had committed in his past that he planned to spend the rest of his time atoning for. The pain he inflicted on people undeserving of it was something he knew he could never take back, but he also found himself unable to forgive himself for it. While it wasn't your place to forgive him, you hadn't so much as flinched at the confession, instead trying to assure him that the fault wasn't his.
Sebastian had said the same thing countless times, but he was surprised to find how desperately he wanted to believe it when you had spoken it instead.
Damn you for making it seem so easy.
The year had been full of surprises for him so far, things that normally would have left him reeling, distressed. Things that would make him feel exposed.
Perhaps the biggest surprise was just how okay you made him feel about it.
how your otp can show affection (they don’t like physical & verbal affection)
feel free to use! tag me if you do ^^
leaves a ’good morning’ sticky note on the fridge every morning.
places a blanket when they fall asleep on the couch.
carries them to bed after they fall asleep.
won’t show it but always listen to their rants.
looks at them every time they enter the room.
lets them borrow clothes without a word.
quietly assists them with their hobbies.
uses “<3” when texting them (RARELY but still).
pours their drink into their favourite mug.
ALWAYS their number #1 fan (remembers the small things).
gets their favourite snack every time they go grocery shopping.
makes their day easier (does chores they don’t like).
makes stupid puns/jokes.
sends them a “did you get home safe?” text.
remembers how they take their fav drink/dish.
no im not projecting. yes, no 🧍🏻 capitalisation.
DIASMONIA REQUEST DAY WOOHOO!!!
I love your blog so much! Could I ask for a scenario in which Sebek and Malleus are introduced to the MC's friends in the other world or meets the MC's family for the first time?
Malleus is actually quite excited to meet your friends.
They stare at him in total awe, the height and horns certainly adding to the wonder they feel beholding your boyfriend for the first time. You’re rather happy at their reactions even if they’re a bit tongue-tied at first, introducing him properly (while leaving out his title, just for the sake of not intimidating them too much).
He seemed at ease getting to talk so freely with other people as fascinating as you, able to take in new information and view points from your friends. He thinks they’re a lively group and if they were people you cherished, then he would consider them important as well.
“I enjoyed speaking with them,” Malleus stated after you returned home, “However, they might not meet a fae as patient as me if our worlds are to become combined at any point.”
“They can’t help it, horns aren’t exactly common. I’m pretty sure I was pretty rude when we first met, too…” You reached up to gently touch the curve of his horns, Malleus leaning down into your touch to allow you to do so. “They feel pretty cool, though. You really don’t mind when I touch them?”
“…It makes me quite happy when you admire them, so no, I don’t mind.”
Sebek is a little on guard.
His people skills could use some work, you had always said so yourself, but you weren’t nervous when you brought him around to meet your friends. You think he found them significantly less threatening since they couldn’t use magic so he was a little more at ease, but he still seemed on edge, like everything was riding on how your friends approved of him.
You’re proud to see him attempt conversation, though a lot of it led right back to talking about his duties for Malleus and how important it was. Your friends, baffled, had no idea who Malleus was until you had explained it after being pulled to the side while Sebek was distracted by food.
“This Malleus person… Are you sure you shouldn’t be worried? Sebek’s your boyfriend but all he can talk about is—”
“Oh, no, no, trust me…” You laughed, knowing Malleus would get an amused chuckle out of this later as well. “It’s not like that.”
You received a skeptical look which only made you laugh harder.
Hii! Could I request a Tommy x reader based on the sleepover vlog where ranboo wakes up beofre Tommy and the reader and he sees them all cuddled up together asleep so he snaps a picture and maybe posts it on his Instagram story (maybe try and find a picture if you can <3) and then when they wake up they see it on his story. She/her pronouns <3
Note: this is so cute I’m my opinion <3 also I said I was gonna make a masterlist but idk what happened to that so I’ll make it maybe soon- I can’t promise anything-
[writing] or hcs
You were sleeping peacefully. It was the next day after Tommy’s sleepover stream. You and Tommy were cuddling out of tommys habit he has when he’s with you. If there’s not contact with you when sleeping, he makes it happen. You can’t remember a time that never happened even during a week of dating. He’s been the clingy type even in his sleep, it was cute in your opinion so you had no problem. In your opinion clinginess just showed how much the other person loved there partner. By now it was obvious from that tommy loved you.
You groaned as your black vision due to your eyes shut suddenly turned white for a quick second. You felt tommy shuffle next to you as you both opened your eyes. “Ranboo?..” you Heard tommy ask as you also felt him sit up making you roll over on your back releasing yourself from his grasp so he can move better. You fully got your eyes open and saw ranboo standing there scratching his head and stretching. “Hey guys” he said with a little wave as tommy saw you awake and kissed your forehead. “What are you doing?” Tommy asked, “nothing just got up too”
you finally sat up and laid your head on tommys shoulder along with a slight yawn as you also rubbed your eyes. Tommy held your hand as ranboo stared at you both, “want to eat?”, “in a minute ranboo” tommy groaned as he looked over at you with a smile. “Alright” ranboo said as he exited the room to the kitchen. You heard him opening the fridge and moving things around preparing something to cook. Earlier in the day you felt your phone blow up along with tommys so you both decided to check it out.
“Couple of the year here look at them 🏆 #thirdwheelranboo #singlegang”
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The first day of Maverick and Y/N being instructors
Maverick: *throws the F-16 guidebook in the trash*
Y/N, with sunglasses still on: *drops lit matches on the textbook*
Cyclone, to Warlock: God help us
Hangman: Why are you instructors if neither of you won the TOPGUN cup
Y/N: Coaches don't play, sweetheart
Maverick and Y/N, laughing: *high five*
Warlock, to Cyclone: We have been abandoned
Late Night Talking
Summary; Fluff loosely based on the drunk live he did the other day cuz he killed us all with it.
Warnings; established relationships, fluff, swearing, drinking/alcohol, female reader, implied sexual content, (nothing happens) use of noona.
Word count;1136 Masterlist
Jungkook had randomly decided that he wanted to go live...At 2AM, why? You had no idea. He was even doing it without permission, which did make you a little concerned but, what could they really do to punish him at this point?
You didn’t really understand why the live couldn’t have waited till tomorrow, i’s not like he wouldn’t have had time but whatever, plus you were a night owl so you didn’t mind waiting up for him. Not that you had much of a choice either way, considering he had taken over the bedroom.
You were currently sat in the room adjacent to the bedroom, just mindlessly scrolling on your phone as Bam lay next to you. You could hear Jungkook talking and even singing from the next room, you cringed at how loud he got at some points. Hopefully the walls were thick enough so that your neighbours couldn’t hear you. He had been live for over an hour at this point, putting the time at not long past 3AM.
You decided to change tabs on your pone to check up and see what he was actually doing.
‘I have Y/N’s initials in a little heart on my inner arm.’ His tired voice flowed from your phone as he showed his arm. He was showing his tattoos off. This would make ARMY go crazy, you silently chuckled at the thought of them getting what they had been asking for since he first started getting tattooed.
‘Y/N has JK on her for me.’ Your ears perked up at the mention of your name, ‘She also has a little cookie that she got years ago. She’s kinda embarrassed about it.’ He laughed at the last part. Your face heated up as you noticed his chat suddenly speed up after he exposed your secret tattoo.
You groaned as you closed out the app, leaning over to cuddle up to Bam, ‘I’m going to kill your dad.’
Truth is, you were a little embarrassed by the small cookie tattoo on your ribs. You got it not long after you started dating, being the result of a drunken night spent together. Luckily, the two of you had managed to stay together since then, not that it was a difficult task by any means.
Just under an hour had passed since you checked in on him, until you noticed your twitter notifications going more crazy than usual.
‘What the-‘ You were kind of scared to look honestly. Usually when twitter went off like this it wasn’t due to something good, but your face lit up with amusement when you realised what was happening.
(Ignore the time on the tweets)
You had a wide smile on your face as you got up to check on him once gain, Bam not hesitating to follow closely behind you.
‘Kook?’ You slowly pushed the bedroom door open.
‘Ah noona...’ He looked up at you with wide eyes, almost as if he had forgotten you were here. Yeah. He was drunk, you thought to yourself.
‘You ok? You’ve been live for quite a while now.’ You smile at him as you moved closer, Bam way ahead of you, already nestling up against Jungkook who started to scratch his head.
He reached his hand out to grasp your and pull you forward.
‘Come say hi to ARMY.’ Your eyes widened as you realised he wanted you to appear on camera. You swiftly anchored yourself to the floor, not allowing him to move you anymore.
‘Boy it’s pat 4AM! You’re insane if you think I’m getting on camera looking like this!’ You were currently sporting one of Jungkooks oversized t-shirts, using it as a nightgown as it came to your mid thigh, with only your panties underneath, hair pulled into a messy ponytail and face bare. If he were sober, he wouldn’t be so careless to try and get you on camera in your current state of undress, but obviously his judgement was a little clouded right now.
‘You always look beautiful to me though...’ His face dropped slightly at your rejection as yours also softened. Feeling bad, you reached forward and pulled him up by his arm so his face was out of camera view, before leaning in and placing a soft kiss to his lips. As you pulled back, you pushed some of his fluffy hair out of his face before moving to rest your hand on his cheek, him leaning into your touch.
‘I’m gonna lay down in bed, why don’t you come join me soon?’ You tried your best to speak softly to him, in a effort to not be heard by his live stream, but with a quick glance at the screen as you fully pulled away, it confirmed to you that yes, they had in fact heard you.
Kookie is gonna get some OMG!
Don’t leave us Kook L
Y/N IS A MASSIVE SLUT!
Are we cockblocking JK right now?
OMG guys I cant.....
And so on. You get the picture.
You couldn’t help but laugh as around 10 million people now knew that Jungkook would be getting lucky when he got off live.
He flopped back down in view of the camera, cheeks tinted red with blush at the flood of messages coming in about his sex life.
‘Anyway...’ Jungkook trailed off, trying to change the subject as he once again lay down on his arms, reading the chat.
You laugh to yourself again at how cruel you were to him, but could you push it further?
Before crawling onto the bed you turned back to look at him, causing his eyes to flick up to you. Smirking, you began to slowly lift his shirt from your body and over your head, revealing your naked form to him, with only your lower region covered by a thin pair of panties. You then turned away before laying down on the bed, facing away from him on your front as you played with your phone, just to tease him a little more.
His eyes widened and he sat up a little as he took you in. If he were sober he would have been able to hide his reaction better, alas he was not so now, he was faced with millions of people in his chat, basically demanding to know what he was looking at. He now had to find a way to quickly end the live stream without seeming too suspicious, but that ship had already sailed, as a quick check on twitter revealed to you that #KookieGetsLucky is already trending. You bit your lip as you tried to conceal your laughter.
If he wasn’t already in trouble with the company, then he for sure would be now and it was all your fault. Oh well, worth it.
The Prince's Tutor
Fandom: Twisted Wonderland
Summary: You're hired as Cheka's personal tutor. While working, you get to know the second prince, Leona.
Notes: Just something I've had partially written and wanted to finish. I guess this would be in line with my royalty AU I did with Malleus. This also exhausts the list of actually royal characters from the game (does Idia count?). Might have some errors here and there that I missed, sorry in advance! Hope you enjoy all of Cheka's cuteness!
Word Count: 9,064
Warnings: Attempted kidnapping, violence, some swearing, Cheka being adorable
As much as Leona wants to ignore his nephew, he can’t turn a blind eye to the fact that a stranger is leading Cheka out of the palace. The naive brat follows without thought as he excitedly chatters. A person he’s never seen before, leads the kid by the hand while nodding enthusiastically.
“Hey!” His voice echoes in the hallways.
Cheka looks around before a smile stretches across his face. “Unca Leona!” The cub lets go of the stranger’s hand to launch himself at Leona.
Grunting as the pint sized twerp barrels into him, he pulls him off immediately by holding him by the back of his shirt and unceremoniously dropping him on the ground. “Where do you think you're goin’, brat?”
“Teacher (Y/N) is taking me to the detached wing for lessons!” The boy isn’t bothered by the rough treatment as he springs back onto his feet.
You offer Leona a tentative smile, which he does not return. “Teacher? You’re the new brat’s tutor?” He sizes you up and isn’t impressed. You're a herbivore for one thing.
Nodding, you bow politely. “Yes. I was recommended by Cheka’s old tutor.”
Though you have no reason to lie, Leona isn’t completely convinced. You look green with the enthusiastic glimmer in your eyes. However, he decides to let it be. It isn’t in his nature to pursue further than needed. As long as it doesn’t seem that you’ll be kidnapping the furball, Leona’s fine.
Waving you off, he turns around to head to his room. “Ya whatever you say.”
“Who was that?” you ask Cheka.
“That’s unca Leona! He’s the bestest unca!” the boy explains. His eyes sparkle with joy, and you can’t help but smile back.
You had heard of the royal family, though you hadn’t had much time to study the lineage before arriving. Seeing the beastman glare at you was a first. Cheka’s father was very welcoming and open when you met him briefly. You chalk it up as everyone having their own personalities and quickly forget the encounter. No use worrying about things that are none of your business.
Arriving at the detached wing of the palace, you enter the large library. Once you have Cheka settled, you start on the first lesson. “We’ll be learning about the history of magic. Let’s start with how magic first came to be…”
Later in the day, Leona happens upon you again. This time, you’re talking with his brother, or at least trying to. Farena’s too distracted with Cheka to really pay you any mind, and the expression on your face shows your growing irritation.
Leona tries to slink away without being noticed, but the fuzzball immediately catches him. It’s like his nephew can sense him from miles away. “Unca Leona!”
Hopping down from his father’s hold, Cheka runs up to him and wraps his short arms around his leg. “Let go,” Leona grunts through gritted teeth.
Cheka beams up at him as he clings on. “Today I learned about the history of magic! Did you know that magic existed a long, long time ago?!”
Rubbing his temples, he sighs, “Yes. Now, get off, brat.”
“Leona!” Farena comes over and claps him heartily on the back. “Have you met, (Y/N)?”
You give him another polite smile though he sees the way the corner of your mouth twitches downward. You’re gripping a stack of papers tight enough to wrinkle them.
He scoffs and shrugs off his brother’s hold. “Yes. Tell your son to let go of my leg.”
Farena chuckles. “He just misses his uncle!”
Coughing, you interject. “Your highness I-”
“Please call me Farena. I insist!” he interrupts, giving you a blinding smile.
Lips pressing into a thin line, you look put out. “Your highness, I do need to go over the rest of the curriculum with you. I’d like to know if you think these will be suitable for your son.”
Waving you off, his brother takes the stack of papers you hold out. “Alright, alright. I’ll look at these later tonight and let you know tomorrow.”
Sighing, you bow. “Thank you, your highness. If you’ll excuse me, I still have to finish settling in.” You give them both one last bow before making a hasty retreat.
Scratching his ear, Leona watches as you disappear. “Where’d you find this one?” he asks, a bit interested as you don’t seem dazzled by his brother like everyone else. He wonders how long that will last.
“(Y/N) comes from the Queendom of Roses. And came with high praise from many teachers and scholars.” Farena glances down at the documents. “It seems they are very meticulous.”
During the conversation, Cheka had released Leona’s leg. Climbing onto his father’s back, the boy hangs there while peeping at the documents. “What does that say, papa?”
Farena chortles, “It says a lot of work for papa tonight. I’ll see you later, brother!” Leona is finally left in peace. There’s not much to do, though. It’s not like anyone expects anything of him.
He decides to find a place to nap. Like always.
A few days pass since that encounter, when Leona bumps into you again. Quite literally this time.
Papers fly in the air like snow. “Aaach!” You fall back on your butt with a thump before giving him a withering look.
Leona stands there above you as the papers fall to the ground. He didn’t even move back an inch when you bumped into him. “Ya goin’ somewhere, herbivore?” he asks, amusement coloring his tone. Guess non-beastmen are all weak if a little bump sends you tumbling to the ground.
“...” You don’t bother to respond as you gather your scattered documents.
Picking up one that landed on his foot, Leona quickly scans it. “Is this the brat’s curriculum?”
“Yes. I made some edits since your brother thought the last one was too much for Cheka,” you reply. He catches the frown that quickly fades into a neutral expression.
From the looks of the one sheet, you plan to teach Cheka basic magic and runes. Something most kids his age would not be learning until a few years later. “He might be right.” Knowing Cheka, the little furball will quickly lose interest.
Huffing, you snatch the paper out of his hand. “I believe he can do it. He showed great interest in the history of magic and learning fundamentals during our first session. He just needs to be engaged.”
“And how do ya plan to engage a six year old?” The boy has too much energy for Leona’s taste. Even Cheka’s old tutor had a hard time keeping him on track. He liked to ask too many questions that would quickly spiral out of control.
For the first time that day, you grin. “I have my ways, your highness.”
His ears twitch. “Hmm… Have fun with the twerp.” He walks past you without another glance.
“Now I want you to visualize the broccoli,” you tell Cheka. The young boy stares at the plate with the single broccoli you placed in front of him. “They look like small trees, don’t they?”
Cheka nods. “Yeah! They’re like small green trees!”
“Right! So imagine reaching forward and plucking this small tree from the plate.” You watch as the boy’s brows furrow deeply. His golden gaze is focused on the broccoli. Finally, he slumps forward.
“Nothing happened…” he pouts.
Ruffling his hair, you gently encourage him, “Don’t worry, Cheka. These things take time. You’ll get it soon!”
Though he smiles back at you, you notice it isn’t as bright. “Alright. Let’s do something else.” Clapping your hands together, you rummage through the trunk of things you had brought from home. “We’re going to do a reenactment of a myth”
“Reenactment?” Cheka pops the broccoli in his mouth without you noticing.
You hand over a few props. “It means we’ll be putting on a play pretending to be the characters of the story.”
“Papa and I play pretend all the time!” Excitement shines in his eyes as he takes the offered clothes.
Beaming, you put on a hat. “Then you’ll be a pro at this!”
Unbeknownst to you, a certain lion is sitting further in the back of the library on a windowsill. He chuckles as he listens to you start the story.
“So you like chess?” Your voice interrupts his thought process. A little annoyed to be disturbed, he gives you a glare but it doesn’t phase you.
“And so what if I do?” He should have played in his room in peace. But it’s being cleaned at the moment, so he had to find a different place away from others. Hence being in the library you use for Cheka’s lessons.
Shrugging, you tap the queen. “I learned a bit but never could actually grasp the game. It takes a lot of skill and foresight to be good. I don’t know much but looking at the board, I’m assuming you're a pro. That’s amazing.”
A compliment is not something he expected to hear from you. Nor is it something he’s heard in a long time. “The thing about chess is that you can play it alone. You don’t need anyone else,” he mutters.
Moving away, you bow. “Sorry to disturb you, your highness.”
You turn to leave, but he stops you. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t like a match…”
Your eyes widen a fraction as he notes a small smile form on your face. “I don’t think I’ll be much of a challenge.”
He shrugs and gestures to the chair opposite. You sit down as he places the pieces back to their starting positions. “Take it as a chance to learn from a master.”
“A very humble master,” you tease before focusing on the board.
And true to your word, you aren’t much of a challenge. He manages to beat you in five moves. Despite losing so quickly you ask for another game. Occasionally you ask about certain pieces as your memory of the game is hazy. Despite beating you multiple times, Leona finds it entertaining. You don’t get discouraged even after losing every time. And you don’t lose as quickly each time.
Leaning back, you let out a sigh, “I think I’m all chessed out.”
He tips the queen on the board back and forth. “You’re not bad. You learn quickly. With some practice, you could get better.”
“Maybe even good enough to beat you?” you ask.
Smirking, he flicks the queen on its side. It rolls across the board to you. “Not even in your dreams, herbivore.”
You let out a laugh that lights up your face. For once you don’t have the stern teacher facade he’s seen you wear most times. Only with Cheka do you look like you’re enjoying yourself. He still remembers the sound of your voice as it fell and rose while you pretended to be different characters. You're much more animated when you’re relaxed and let your guard down.
Leona wishes he could be anywhere but here. Farena’s wife had foisted Cheka onto him just as he was going out. She knew he couldn’t say no, and so today he’s on babysitting duties. Where’s the brat’s nanny?
“Unca Leona! Look!” Cheka points to a small pastry stall. Rows upon rows of sweets and confections are on display. From the looks of it, the seller is not from around the area. The young cub eagerly runs over while Leona follows at a leisurely stroll.
Cheka presses his face against the glass case. “Can I have one, huh??”
“Yeah, whatever.” It’s not his fault if the kid eats sweets before dinner.
As the young boy eagerly points to a chocolate covered treat, the stall owner rings him up. “That will be 500 thaumarks.”
Leona stares at him blankly as Cheka is already eating the treat. “I don’t have money. Just bill it to the royal account.”
The stall owner nervously looks between him and his nephew. “I-I’m sorry, sir?” The confusion is written all over his face. Leona feels his irritation grow.
“I don’t carry money on me. Just go to the palace and ask to be paid. They’ll know what to do.” He starts to turn away, but the stall owner is still persistent.
“P-please wait a s-second!” This is why he doesn’t deal with non-locals, they don’t know the rules.
“Unca Leona, are we going to jail?” Cheka asks, golden eyes wide.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Leona almost snaps at the stall owner when a familiar voice calls to them. “Leona? Cheka?”
You’re carrying an armful of groceries as you near them. Dressed in more casual clothes, he almost doesn’t recognize you. Cheka grins as he bounds over. He wraps his arms around your waist, nearly making you lose your balance.
“(Y/N)! What are you doing here?” You set down the bags to give him a proper hug.
“I was doing some grocery shopping. What about you?” Your brows draw together as you chuckle. “You have chocolate all over your mouth, Cheka.”
The boy furiously rubs his mouth with the back of his hand. “Unca Leona and I are spending the day together! But since he doesn’t carry money, we’re going to jail.” He nods solemnly.
You tilt your head to the side as you give Leona a questioning look. “We ain’t goin’ to jail, brat!”
“I would hope not. You’re too cute for jail, Cheka,” you joke. Pulling out your wallet, you glance at the stall owner. “I can pay.”
“Yaya!” Cheka cheers as he jumps in the air.
You hand over the money. Picking your groceries back up, you ruffle his hair. “My treat. I’m done for the day, so I’ll be heading back.”
Before Leona can say anything, Cheka follows after you as he calls over his shoulder, “Let’s go, Unca Leona!”
Muttering under his breath about being bossed around, Leona reluctantly follows. As Cheka runs ahead, you glance at the lion with an amused smile. “So, the great prince Leona was about to go to jail?”
Snorting, he crosses his arms over his chest. “As if. I’ve never had issues with paying. Everyone knows to bill it to the royal account. Apparently you out of towners know nothing.”
“Royal account? It must be nice to not worry about having to carry money.” Shaking your head, you can’t imagine the life he lives. “Maybe just carry a bit around just in case something like this happens again. I won’t always be there to bail you out.”
“As if I need you to.” He rolls his eyes before grabbing one of your bags.
“You’re only holding us up by carryin’ all those,” he scoffs.
He can feel your stare but resolutely looks forward. “Thank you,” you mumble as you catch up to his long strides.
Most people in the palace know not to linger or rest in certain places. Those spots are reserved for a certain lazy lion. So, when Leona arrives at one of his napping spots under the acacia, he’s not pleased to see a figure resting there.
He’s about to kick the intruder out when he realizes it’s you. A book rests face down on your chest. You snooze with your mouth slightly ajar. It’s a funny sight.
His annoyance fades slightly. Too tired to go to another spot, Leona plops down next to you. There’s plenty of space for him. He’ll let the transgression go this time.
Sometime later when he wakes up, you’ve somehow moved so that your head rests against his shoulder. You’re drooling on his shirt sleeve. Clicking his tongue, he pushes you none too gently causing you to fall over and wake up.
“Huh?!” Sitting up, you rub the sleep from your eyes. “L-Leona?”
He sneers at his wet sleeve. “Ya drool like waterfall, herbivore.”
Picking up your book, you apologize, “Sorry… I can pay for it to be cleaned?” you offer, trying to wipe the leftover drool away.
“Tch. Maybe next time you sleep with your mouth closed.” Standing, he stretches and yawns. “Later, herbivore.”
Watching as he leaves, you wonder when he arrived.
“Cheka has improved exponentially. I think he’ll be ready for more challenging material in a year or so,” you inform Farena. Giving him Cheka’s mid-year report, you hand him a thick packet with your notes and observations.
Farena browses through the notes. “I’m glad to hear Cheka’s doing so well! He’s such a bright boy, but sometimes has a difficult time staying focused. I can tell you’re doing great work, (Y/N)!”
You bow your head. “Thank you, your highness.”
The door to Farena’s office opens and Cheka pokes his head in. “Papa!”
“Cheka!” The man beams as the young boy runs over to him. He hops into his lap as Farena hugs him. “What brings you here?”
“Unca Leona said I should stop bothering him and come find you,” the boy explains.
Ferna chuckles as he turns to you. “Are we done here?”
You do have a few more things you want to go over, but decide you can save it for another time. “I’m all set. You can keep the report. There's a plan for the next six months you can review and let me know what you think, your highness.”
Giving the prince one last bow, you leave his office. Shutting the door, you head back to your guest residence. Much like the rest of the palace, the guest quarters are just as lavish. There’s a fully functional kitchen, which you have stocked with food. You could have the royal chefs cook for you, but prefer making your own meals.
As you put together dinner, your thoughts wander to a certain second prince. Leona is an interesting character to say the least. He’s the opposite of his warm and friendly brother. Oftentimes you spot him napping in various places. It doesn’t seem like he has any duties and spends his days doing whatever he pleases.
You’ve heard the whispers of the staff.
He’s the second born, so there are no expectations for him.
He’s rude, prideful, and arrogant.
He’ll use underhand tricks to get what he wants.
His unique magic is terrifying.
He's good for nothing.
Even gossip has a grain of truth. Yet, you try not to cast judgment on him beyond what you’ve learned from your interactions. Leona is rude, prideful, and arrogant. But he’s also cunning and a brilliant strategist. Though he shows a strong distaste for his nephew, he does watch out for him in his own way. He seems to have a softer side, though he’d probably kill you if you ever said it to his face.
You don’t realize you’re smiling as you think about him.
“Unca Leona, can you show me your unique magic?” Cheka asks, his eyes sparkle with curiosity.
Somehow the brat had found him while he was snoozing. He had made sure to hide away from prying eyes as much as possible. Yet, no hiding place is safe from Cheka.
Not even bothering to open his eyes, he tries to shoo him away. “No. Leave me alone.”
Cheka persists. “Please! (Y/N) said everyone has a unique magic and I wanna see yours. Pleeeeeeaaaassssseeeeee!”
Leona sighs, exasperated. “Listen, brat, my unique magic isn’t for fun and games. People can get hurt, and I would rather not get yelled at by your mom.”
The young boy droops. “Okay…”
Rubbing his face, Leona stands up. There’s no napping now. “Where’s your tutor?”
He perks up. “(Y/N) is at the guest house. They said I can always visit whenever I want. Do you wanna visit them too, Unca Leona?”
Leona is already heading in the direction of the guest house. “Yeah, somethin’ like that,” he mutters. Cheka scampers after him eagerly.
Arriving at the guest house, the door is open so he lets himself in. “Oi! Herbivore, you home?”
There’s the sound of crashing and the two follow the noise. In the kitchen, you're picking up a fallen pot. “Leona?” You eye him quizzically as Cheka immediately runs over to you.
“We wanted to visit!” the boy exclaims. He stands on his tiptoes as he eyes the freshly made chocolate chip cookies set on the table.
You hand him one. “What do I owe for this surprise visit?”
“The kid wants to see some unique magic, so I thought since you’re his tutor, you’d be able to show him,” he explains, shaking his head.
You absently hand Cheka another cookie as he makes grabby hands at you. “I guess I could show him. My unique magic is basically useless for combat so it should be safe.”
Turning to the boy, you bite your lip. He has chocolate all over his face. “Come on, Cheka. I’ll show you my unique magic.”
“Yay!” He grabs your hand as you lead him outside. Leona follows quietly behind.
Standing outside, you close your eyes. “Let the green touch the lands wherever I go. Grow! Flourish! Nature’s blessing.”
Suddenly all around you, grass springs up. Wild flowers grow and bloom. Leona watches as a sprout grows taller and taller. It flourishes into a sturdy tree with dark green leaves that shade you from the sun.
“Woah! That’s amazing!” Cheka runs over to the tree to touch the trunk. “It’s real?!”
Bending over with hands on your knees, you catch your breath. “Yup, everything made with my unique magic are real plants. It’s about a ten foot radius all around.” You smile weakly.
Leona reaches up to pluck off a leaf. “To be able to create life from nothin’ is a feat.” He turns to you, green eyes gleaming. “And here I thought you weren’t that impressive, herbivore.”
“Well it’s not like any of this is useful. I can’t grow fruit or anything edible. The plants only last as long as they naturally can in whatever environment it’s currently in.” You plop down in the grass with a sigh. “It uses too much magic, so I’m usually tired afterwards. I guess it could be a neat party trick…”
Cheka is too busy climbing the tree to notice your exhaustion. Leona lays down in the grass. “At least it’s the type of unique magic people aren’t afraid of. This makes an ideal napping spot.”
Peering at him, you notice the way he seems off in thought staring up at the canopy of leaves. “Just because your unique magic might be dangerous, doesn’t mean you are,” you point out.
He snorts. “Most people don’t think that way. They’re all too blinded by their fear.” Closing his eyes, he can hear Cheka chattering to himself while climbing back down.
The young boy comes over and flops down next to Leona. “This is so cool!” He points at a spot on one of the branches. “Look! Even the birds are coming to rest.”
Chuckling, you lay down as well. You're still tired from using your unique magic. “Sometimes it’s nice to just lay in the shade of a tree.”
Leona agrees with a non-committal hum. Cheka worms his way between you two. The three of you rest in the shade of the tree.
Suddenly Cheka asks, “Do you have someone back home (Y/N)?”
“Um, no. Why do you ask?” You’re a bit afraid to hear his answer.
Cheka sits up as he looks at you then Leona. “Then you can marry unca Leona! That way, you can stay here forever, and unca Leona won’t be so grumpy!”
“Hey, brat, sometimes it’s better to keep ya mouth shut!” Leona snaps, sitting up as well. His teeth are clenched and he refuses to look in your direction.
The boy doesn’t seem too bothered by his uncle’s words. “But papa said if people like each other, they should get married. You like (Y/N), don’t you?”
“That’s…that’s none of your business!” he growls. Scowling fiercely, he lays back down and turns on his side away from Cheka. “Don’t bother me,” he grunts.
“Did I say something wrong?” Cheka asks in a loud whisper.
Biting your lip, you try not to laugh. “Just let him rest.”
Flopping back down, Cheka sighs, “I still think you and unca Leona should get married,” he says honestly.
You remain silent as you mull over his words.
A week before Cheka’s birthday, the palace is abuzz. Many people run around with decorations throughout the week. Farena is busy organizing the party and has invitations sent out to just about everyone. You received a handmade invitation from Cheka to attend his party during one of your lessons.
As his birthday draws closer, the young boy can’t seem to sit still for his lessons. You decide to switch tactics. Instead of lessons in the library, the two of you spend time around the palace gardens. Practical magic application requires more open space, and it gives you an excuse to let Cheka run around a bit.
“Did you see that?!” Cheka jumps around wildly as his attempt to move some pebbles with wind magic finally succeeds. They only roll a bit but it’s enough to excite him.
You clap enthusiastically. “Wonderful job, Cheka!” He tilts his head closer so you can pat him. He smiles triumphantly as you ruffle his hair. “I can tell you’ve been practicing your concentration. You’re progressing nicely,” you praise.
Picking up the pebbles, you place them back in a pouch. You gesture to Cheka to sit down on a nearby bench. Rummaging through the bag you always carry, you pull out a wrapped box. Handing it to him, you watch as his eyes light up.
“Is this my birthday gift?!” He’s ready to tear into it.
Nodding, you chuckle at his barely restrained excitement. “Yes. I thought you could open my gift early.” In reality, you don’t want Cheka to make a big fuss over your gift at his party. He most likely would receive far better gifts from the many guests.
He eagerly rips the wrapping paper away. Pulling off the box top, he pulls out a small snow globe. Rather than depicting snow, it’s filled with grass and miniature flowers. There’s even a miniature tree like the one that grew when you used your unique magic. The flowers and tree grow before disappearing in a puff of green sparkle and then regrow again.
“Woah!” He holds it close to his face.
“I infused a bit of my unique magic in some runes. I thought a small plant world would make a fun snow globe,” you explain. It took you many trials and long nights to complete the gift. Infusing runes with your magic took precise control and a lot of patience. It sounded easy in theory, but you had learned how difficult it actually was.
“This is so cool!” He carefully set the globe back in the box before wrapping his short arms around you. “Thank you!”
Squeezing him tight, you smile brightly. Pulling away, you pat his head. “Alright, lessons are over for today. I’ll let you enjoy some time off before your birthday.”
Jumping up, he holds the box with your gift closer to his chest. “I wanna show papa my gift!” He’s off like a bolt of light.
Shaking your head, you pick up the rest of your things before heading to the guest house. You hadn’t planned to give Cheka something, but you also couldn’t resist the urge to make him smile. His joy is infectious. As much as you promised not to get too personal with Cheka, he had wormed his way into your heart.
You try your best to avoid bumping into people as you weave your way through the party. There are so many guests, and they’re all in merry moods. Cheka’s birthday celebration is nothing like you’ve ever been to. There’s so much food and drink, it seems to overflow. Music and dancers entertain the guests.
Beatmen, fae, humans and other magical creatures mingle and laugh. It was fun at first, but now you’re feeling tired. The excitement has become a bit too much for you. Sneaking out of the party, you manage to wander into the garden. The music and cheering is muffled, and the air feels nice on your heated skin.
Sitting down on one of the benches, you let out a relieved breath. “Too much excitement for ya, herbivore?”
Leona’s voice makes you jump up. You spy a set of bright emerald eyes staring at you. Sprawled out on the grass and mostly hidden by the bushes, he’s very hard to spot. Your heart still beats rapidly as you sink back down.
“Don’t do that…” You sigh. “I just needed a break from all that. It’s a lot to take in. Are parties usually this extravagant?”
He tilts his head before slinking over to you. “Usually. Farena likes to go all out when it comes to birthday parties.” He pushes you to the edge of the bench, so he can sit down. “It’s annoying but harmless.”
“So, what did you get Cheka?” you ask, curious since you didn’t see him give a gift during the present opening.
“A mechanical meerkat,” he answers. He shrugs when you give him a confused look. “Some toy inventor was trying to sell it a few weeks ago. No one was buyin’ it, but I thought the brat would like it. According to the inventor, it can lead you home if you tell it to.”
Peering at him, he doesn’t meet your probing gaze. “That actually sounds useful. You’re a good uncle, Leona.”
He grumbles something under his breath that you can’t hear. However, the way his ears twitch, you wonder if he’s just a little happy at the compliment. “Stop lookin’ so smug, herbivore,” he growls.
Grinning, you stand up. “Despite all your complaining, you care about him.” He scoffs but doesn’t deny your claim. “Come on, we should head back.” Offering him your hand, you meet his intense gaze with a fond look of your own.
Leona takes your hand, and you lead him out of the garden. Down the darkened halls of the castle, you two slowly walk back to the party while talking in low voices. You’re not in any hurry to return to the celebration.
There’s a night bazaar happening and Cheka is determined to go. You can only stand in Farena’s office and watch as the young boy begs his father to take him. Your paperwork was forgotten the moment Cheka had run into the office during your meeting.
“Please, papa! I really wanna go tonight! You promised last year that you’d take me!” he begs, his eyes wide and filled with pleading. The mechanical meerkat that Leona had gifted him skitters from the boy’s pocket to his head.
Farena sighs, shoulders slumping forward. “I’m sorry, Cheka. I really can’t. Papa has some very important meetings he needs to attend. I can’t push them off.” The unspoken ‘again’ hangs in the air.
Cheka’s large golden eyes fill with tears. “Bu-but…” His lower lip wobbles dangerously.
With a panicked look in his eyes, Farena meets your gaze. He stares at you for a moment longer before a smile stretches across his face. “I’m sure (Y/N) can take you though!”
“W-what?” Baffled, you can only open and close your mouth.
Cheka sniffles as he wipes his face before looking at you with hopeful eyes. “Really?”
You resist the urge to say what you’re really feeling by biting the inside of your cheek. “Of course! You’re not busy, are you?” Farena asks, his eyes pleading much like how his son was just moments before.
“I-I mean I had plans…” In reality, you were just going to finish grading Cheka’s last test and finish reviewing your future lessons. Very exciting things!
Having the king of all people look at you with what can only be called puppy eyes is a very startling turn of events. “Leona can go with you too,” he adds with a grin
“Unca Leona!” Cheka cheers, all sadness gone without a trace.
Farena gives Cheka a big squeeze before letting the boy rush off to find his uncle. “I’ll see you at the front door!” he calls before the door closes with a click.
You meet his gaze, his eyes the same warm golden shade as his son’s. “I take it I don’t have much choice on this matter?”
The man shakes his head. “Of course you have a choice. I can’t force you to go.” He drums his fingers on his desk as he regards you with sharp eyes. “But Cheka’s so fond of you, I thought some more time together would be nice. If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to. Cheka’s a big boy, he’ll understand.”
Eyes narrowing, the easy smile on his face doesn’t seem so friendly. “As you wish, your highness.” You give a stiff bow before leaving his office.
You can hear Cheka’s voice drifting through the halls as you walk away. Shaking your head at your encounter with the king, you meet him at the front. Cheka is bouncing around excitedly while Leona scowls, his dark hair a mess. The meerkat hangs on his shoulders; it’s become his constant companion.
“I need to drop some things off at the guest house,” you tell them. Leona’s scowl seems to soften a bit when you come closer.
“Okay! Then the bazaar!” The boy grabs your hand. You can only give Leona a helpless smile as you're dragged along.
After putting away your things and grabbing some money, the three of you walk to the bazaar. It’s filled with people wandering about as they enjoy the food, entertainment, and festive atmosphere. Cheka tugs you to each and every stall.
He chatters non stop at everything he sees, pointing with wide eyes at the decorations. You listen to his enthusiastic ramblings while Leona follows a few paces behind. Eventually you stop at a stall to buy a few treats. Cheka is chowing down on a chocolate pastry from the same seller as last time.
“So, it looked like Cheka had just woken you up from a nap,” you comment.
Leona rubs his eyes. “The brat seems to have a knack for finding me regardless of how well I hide.” He shakes his head as Cheka starts eating another sweet. “How’d my brother rope you into this?”
Looking around, you notice a puppet show being set up. A group of children are already gathered in front of the makeshift stage. “Let’s just say your brother is very…persuasive when he wants to be.”
Snorting, you glance at Leona, who rolls his eyes dramatically. “He knows how to get his way.”
Nudging his arm with your elbow, you give him a teasing grin. “I’d say the same for you. The two of you go about it in different ways, but the end result is the same.”
There’s a sharpness to his smile. “I can show how persuasive I can be, herbivore. And I promise I’m better than my brother.” His emerald greens seem to darken as he holds your gaze.
Feeling heat prickle up your neck, you turn away. “Cheka! Do you want to watch the puppet show?” As you usher the young boy over to the show, you can hear Leona’s low chuckle, sending shivers down your back.
The puppet show starts after a few minutes. The story is rather morbid for a children’s play. The story revolves around a young man and his uncle turned stepfather, who may have poisoned his brother to become king. You become so engrossed in the play that you don’t notice Cheka slipping away.
There’s a particular moment in the play that causes you to turn to Cheka. “Did you see tha-” Your eyes land on an empty seat before frantically scanning around. Standing up, you urgently run over to Leona, who had opted to rest a bit away on a bench.
“Did you see Cheka?!” The fear in your voice is palpable.
He quickly sits up, eyes focused. “No. He couldn’t have gotten far.” Taking your hand, the two of you rush through the bazaar calling his name.
“Cheka? Cheka?! Cheka!” You split off from Leona hoping to cover more ground. As you rush by stalls and the throngs of people, you can only think of finding him.
Something shiny catches your eye near the edge of the bazaar. Rushing over, you realize it’s the mechanical meerkat that Cheka always carries. Though a bit dusty, the toy is perfectly fine. It immediately curls up in your hand as you pocket the toy. Moving away from the bright lights of the festival, you make your way through the dim streets and alleys in the general direction of where you found the meerkat.
You hear a loud sound coming from one of the alleys and carefully make your way over. Peering into the narrow passage, you can make out two figures struggling with a small figure. As the clouds suddenly part and moonlight fills the dark alley, your eyes widen. The two figures are struggling with a terrified Cheka.
“Let him go!” You rush at them as magic builds at your fingertips. However, Cheka cries out as a sharp pain radiates from the back of your head. Your vision blurs as you feel your body pitch forward. Everything goes black.
Waking up with a throbbing headache, you find yourself laying on your side. The grimy, cold floor rubs against your cheek as you struggle to sit up. Your hands are bound behind your back with rope as well as your legs. The world spins as you manage to sit up and take in your surroundings.
There’s not much except some planks of wood leaning against a wall, empty buckets stacked in a corner and a boarded up window. The air is stale and the only light comes from a door slightly ajar. You can hear muffled voices arguing.
“(Y/N)?” a tiny voice calls to you. Blinking as your eyes adjust, you realize Cheka is tied up as well. He sits with his back against a wall. His shirt hangs limply off of him and his face is smudged with dirt.
“Cheka, are you okay?” you ask in a low voice.
He nods, tears threaten to spill. “When those men hit you, I thought…I thought you wer-” his voice breaks into a muffled sob.
“It’s okay, Cheka. Shhh, shhh.” You keep your voice down as you try to sooth him. “I’m okay. You’re okay. And we’re getting out of here.”
Sniffling, he tries his best to calm down. “H-how?”
“Give me a second to think.” There’s not much you can use in the room. If you try breaking down the boards on the window, it might draw too much attention. The only other way out is straight through where the voices are coming from.
Testing the bindings on your wrist, they don’t budge. Drawing on your magic, you summon a small fire. As they burn through the rope, you try your best to ignore the pain as the flame licks your skin. Once the rope is burned enough for you to easily break them, you do the same for the binds on your legs.
“Cheka, how many men are there?” you ask, tossing aside the burnt rope.
“Th-three I think. They’ve been fighting for a while. I-I think I’ve seen one of them before.” Once free to move, you crawl over to Cheka and start working on his ropes.
“This will hurt, but you can’t make a sound. Okay?” Peering at his tired eyes, he nods slowly. You try your best to burn the rope without hurting him, but you notice the way he slightly jerks away before biting down on his lip.
“Almost there. You’re doing an amazing job,” you praise. Tears fall, but he remains quiet. You tug at the ropes and they easily break. Making quick work of the rest of the bindings, you sit on your haunches.
Contemplating your next move, you decide to get going. There isn’t much you can do, but you need to get out. Meeting Cheka’s gaze, you tell him, “I’m going to carry you. Hold as tight as you can and don’t let go. Whatever happens, don’t look. Okay?”
“Okay.” He scrambles to your side and loops his arms around your neck. Standing up, you nearly fall back down as the world spins and your head pounds. Using the wall to right yourself, you push through the bout of dizziness. You heft him up on your good side while leaving one hand free to cast magic.
“There’s going to be a lot of noise, but I want you to ignore it.” He answers by burying his face in your shoulder. Tightening your hold, you inhale sharply. Gathering your magic, you rush out the slightly ajar door.
It bangs open loudly, startling the three men. You recognize one as the stall seller from earlier. Before they can react, you quickly throw fireballs at their feet. You call upon the wind to whip through the small area. It stirs the dust on the ground and sends smaller objects flying.
“What the hell?!”
You squeeze your eyes shut as you make a dash for the exit. Rushing outside, you stumble a bit before breaking out in a mad dash. It’s still dark out, but the moonlight makes it easier to navigate.
They have two horses tied up nearby. Honing wind magic with sharp focus, you direct it to cut through the rope. The horses rear in fright and immediately run off. At least the kidnappers won’t be able to use them.
“Shit! Get them! Bring the brat back alive!”
You hold Cheka tightly against you as you pump your legs. Nothing else matters except getting to somewhere safe. At the outskirts of town, you can make the faint glimmer of lights in some of the houses. Urging your magic once more, a wind pushes against your back, allowing you to run just a little faster. You can hear the kidnappers shouting but don’t look back.
Cheka keeps his eyes squeezed tight like you told him, but his whole body shakes. You continue to mutter reassurances to him, though at this point you’re trying to reassure yourself too. Feeling the fatigue of using magic so much, you let the wind die down. You can only do a little more magic before it becomes an issue.
Passing by a few homes, you call out, “Please, someone help us!”
No one answers. You see houses that were once lit suddenly turn dark. Gritting your teeth, you adjust your hold on Cheka. You can hear the kidnappers getting closer. Rushing down side streets, you zigzag through the town. You knock over trash cans in different directions before bolting down a different alley.
There’s a brief respite from all the running once you can no longer hear the kidnappers. You set Cheka down to catch your own breath. Your chest burns from the exertion. The throbbing in the back of your head has gotten worse. Cheka stares up at you with worried eyes. He gnaws on his lower lip.
Glancing around, you spy a large, water drum near the door of a house. Usually used to store rain water, you notice the crack in the side of the drum. The house itself is dark and looks to be empty. There’s also a clothing line with dry clothes and a blanket hanging. There’s a sack leaning against the drum, and you can see a shirt sleeve sticking out of it.
An idea starts to form. “Cheka, I need you to be very brave right now. I know this situation is very scary, but I promise that you’ll be safe. Do you trust me?” You kneel so your eye level with him.
He nods solemnly. Any of that usual joy is gone, and it breaks your heart. “I trust you.”
“I need you to hide in that water drum. Hide in there and count slowly to one hundred.” You pull out the mechanical meerkat you had picked up. Thankfully it still works as it jumps out of your hand and climbs up Cheka to settle on his shoulder.
There’s a small smile on his face for a moment. “Then,” you continue, “once you finish counting and you don’t hear anyone around, I want you to use the meerkat to lead you home. You remember what Leona told you, right?”
“Yes… He said I just have to ask it to take me home, and it’ll lead me back to the palace.”
Nodding, you ruffle his hair. “Good. Now get in the drum and don’t come out until you’re done counting.” You pop off the lid.
Cheka climbs into the drum. He peers up at you. “Will you be okay?”
“I’ll be fine. We’ll meet back at the palace, I promise.” Giving him what you hope is a reassuring smile, you place the lid on the drum.
Grabbing the sack of clothes and the blanket, you dawn a large jacket and pull the hood up. You mentally apologize to whoever you’re stealing from and promise you’ll return everything. Covering the sack with the blanket, you hold it as if it were Cheka.
Breathing deeply, you give one last glance at the drum before running off. You can hear the kidnappers nearby and purposefully run by them.
“There! Get them!”
Running down streets and turning corners, you can hear them gaining. Just as you turn another corner, you come to a fence. There’s a stack of crates that you climb on to jump over the fence. However, the landing isn’t perfect as your foot lands the wrong way. You tumble forwards into the ground. Tucking the sack under your body, you come to a rolling stop. Getting back up, you wince as pain shoots up your leg.
One of the kidnappers, the stall owner, is rushing at you. As you attempt to flee, he manages to snag the back of the hood. You find yourself being dragged back. Then a clawed hand roughly grabs the back of your head causing the pain from before to intensify. Your eyes widen as you face rapidly meet the ground before you squeeze them shut.
The burst of pain as your forehead cracks against the cold ground has you seeing stars. You cry out, but the assailant doesn’t stop. Something cracks loudly. An animalistic howl rips from your throat. You swear your face is on fire.
“Hey, man, stop!” There’s some struggle before the clawed hand disappears. You feel the cold ground pressing against your cheek but can’t see anything beyond the tears.
Someone rolls you over and the blanket is torn away. “Fuck! Where’s the brat?!”
Three shadows hover over you in the morning light. You feel a foot nudge your side. “Where’s the kid!?”
Through the pain, you find yourself smiling despite your face protesting against the gesture. You hand twitches and shakes as you try to raise it. However, a heavy pressure immediately stomps on your hand causing another scream to be ripped from your throat. You can feel the bones being ground down by the heel of someone’s foot.
“Not this time fucking mage!” growls one of them
“We’re gonna ask one last time. Where’s the boy?”
Through blurry vision, you can see their faces. Your heartbeat thumps in your ears as you see a glint of a knife in one of their hands. You were supposed to be a tutor, that’s it. Yet, you somehow find yourself bloody, bruised and beaten. There’s nothing you can do.
Whatever adrenaline that was rushing through you before, dies down. Your body sags as all the fight leaves you. Closing your eyes, you wait.
“Not gonna talk…” The foot on your hand moves away.
“Just kill them! We need to get outta here before the guards are called.”
You wonder if Cheka made it back safe.
“Let’s get this ove-arhhhhgghhh!”
Terrified screams fill the air. You can feel the crackle of magic on your skin. Gentle hands gingerly lift you up. The warmth of another body feels like a relief from the cold ground. Something tickles your face.
“You’re all a bunch of idiots. Hurting someone from the royal family is a crime punishable by death!” Leona growls. There’s a sense of relief that floods your body. You're safe.
“Take (Y/N) back to the palace and have the royal doctor take care of the injuries,” he orders. You’re passed off to someone else.
“I am the one who hungers. I am the one who thirsts.” Distinctly you can hear the kidnappers shouting and feel the ground shake.
But soon you can’t hear anything. It doesn’t matter though as you allow yourself to slip away.
When you wake once more, you’re not in a grungy basement. You recognize your room at the guest house. Whatever aches and pains you had before aren’t as pronounced. Sitting up, you inspect your arms and notice your hand is bandaged up. You touch your face with your good hand and wince. There’s a dull throbbing all throughout your face.
“You’re awake.” The doctor, a cat beastman, enters. “How are you feeling?”
“Sore but fine.” You lean back against the propped up pillows. “Is Cheka okay?”
She checks your pulse. “The young prince is fine. Tired and scared, but he wasn’t hurt. You on the other hand needed a lot of fixing.” She clicks her tongue. “Your nose was broken and the area around it was extensively bruised. Your hand will need time to heal naturally, though I did reset it with magic. Your head should be fine after a few days, but you will feel some pain. Take one pill in the morning and one before bed. Drink plenty of water and get rest.”
Frowning, you set the bottle of pills down on the side table. “I’m Cheka’s tutor, I need to work.”
“You will do no such thing for at least a week,” she snaps. Her mismatched eyes glare at you as she shakes her head. “I will tell the king that you need rest or else.”
Shrinking under her gaze, you nod. “...fine.”
“Good. There’s some people here to see you.” Gesturing to the door, you finally notice Cheka peeking in.
He rushes to your side, but stops himself as he takes in the sight of you. “I’m sorry!” he suddenly cries out.
You panic as tears fall down his face. “C-Cheka? It’s okay! I’m fine!” You stroke his head with your good hand. “Everything turned out alright in the end.”
“B-but you got hurt because of me!”
Shaking your head vehemently, you give him a firm look. “You didn’t hurt me, Cheka. Those kidnappers did. Don’t ever think it’s your fault. Okay?”
Sniffling, he nods. “O-okay.”
Sighing, you give him a few more pats. “I won’t be able to do lessons for a week, but I’d like it if we could still hang out.”
Golden eyes brightening, he jumps up. “I’ll visit you everyday! We can read and play games together!”
“That sounds like a plan!” Giving him a big grin despite the throbbing pain, your heart feels lighter seeing him shine again.
He gingerly wraps his arms around you in a warm hug. There’s a cough that breaks up the hug. Leona casually leans against the door frame. “Come on, brat. Time to give (Y/N) some space.”
“Okay! I’ll be back soon. I promise!” He scampers off.
Leona saunters in and takes a seat at your bedside. “You look like shit, herbivore.”
“Thanks for pointing out the obvious.” The glare you throw him has no heat and a smile forms on your face.
He eyes you for a moment before shaking his head. “You’re a lot of trouble, ya know that?” There’s fondness despite the scowl.
“Thank you for saving me.” Your gaze softens. “I really thought I was done. I can’t tell you how relieved I felt hearing your voice.”
Leaning back in the chair, he smirks. “Ya owe me one.”
Eyebrows flying up, you warily ask, “What do you want?”
“Well,” he holds up three fingers, “you have to be my napping pillow whenever I ask. Play chess with me. And you can’t leave.”
Brows coming together, you frown. “I can do one and two, but three isn’t possible. You do realize I’m hired by your brother to be Cheka’s tutor? Once I’m no longer needed, I have to find a new job.”
Scoffing, Leona leaves the chair to hover over you. He’s dangerously close and you can hear your heart thumping in your ears. “I’ll just hire you as my tutor when the time comes.”
“You?” Despite his closeness, you still find the ability to laugh.
“Mhm. I believe there are some things that only you can teach me.” His eyes gleam brightly as he inches ever closer to your face.
You can feel his lips brush against your own. Squeezing your eyes shut, you wait. Even though your face hurts, you decide you don’t mind if he kisses you. Instead, you feel his lips brush against your forehead. Cracking your eyes open, your puzzled look makes him chuckle.
His eyes are darker than before. “The doc says you can’t do anything strenuous. She’d have my head if I tried anything right now. But once you're healed, everything is fair game.”
You feel very warm under his gaze. However, you’re also itching to heal as quickly as possible. You suddenly recall Cheka’s very innocent question about marrying Leona. Looking away from him, you wonder.
“Whacha thinkin’ so hard about?” he asks, noticing the way you can’t meet his gaze.
Shaking your head, you scoot over in bed. “Nothing. Since I’m on bed rest, you can comfort me.”
A single eyebrow goes up. “Gettin’ bold.” However, he crawls under the covers before hauling you closer to him.
Resting your head against his chest, you relax. “So, are we…?” You trail off, not sure how to ask.
He snorts. “Of course we are. Keep up, herbivore.” Leona holds you gently, being sure not to touch any of your injuries. “Just rest,” he orders.
Closing your eyes, you decide not to worry about the logistics. Right now, you’re not Cheka’s tutor and Leona isn’t a prince. You’re just two people. And it’s perfect.
how the cod : mw ii men kiss you ( vol.iii )
— how would the men of call of duty : modern warfare ii kiss you, part iii
rating : m for mature and suggestive themes
pairing : gender neutral reader / könig , gender neutral reader / rodolfo parra
tags : kissing, making out, fluff, smut goes as far as vague descriptions
fandom : cod mwii
warnings : cursing, suggestive themes, mdni (minors don’t interact)
01| You were under strict orders to remain impartial and detached from your patients while working as a military psychologist, and you had no issues with it until you had König under your care. In the end, you had to make the difficult yet rewarding decision to transfer him to another counselor. Initially, he was devastated when you announced your resignation, blaming himself for scaring you away. You had to put your hands across his face and tip-toe to let the panicked soldier know why you had made such a decision: ' König! I chose this not because I didn't want to be with you but to stay with you. I didn't want to be your doctor because I want to be together with you." You can see the gears in his head turning under his hood, his eyes lighting up behind the mask like lightbulbs. You expected your first kiss to be passionate: fueled by months of longing, yet even with your lips brushing against his, König could only screw his eyes shut timidly — hands shaking against your shoulders as he sloppily meets your mouth. What he lacks in experience, he makes up for in curiousity ; one-moment König is breathless and panting under your lips, and the next, he eagerly tries to keep up with teeth and tongue to learn. Putting his trust in your hands, he lets you take control most of the time, and when you're straddling his lap or leaning with both arms around his neck, König will have to stop in between kisses to hide his face — clearly overstimulated by how you're spoiling him with affection. And even when he's buried deep within you, he refuses to stay still, using his lips to catch the tears falling down your face to coach your body to relax and let him in ( because even if you were dizzy with pleasure, it doesn't change the fact that König's huge.) Through his chanting against your ear, you can feel how breathless and desperate the man was: ' thank you, thank you.' (Which is maybe why you can never get enough of König's kisses.)
02 | You know that being Alejandro’s neighbor meant that every once in a while, you are lucky enough to be rewarded with an invite to a post-mission barbecue in his backyard. You just didn’t expect the reward to come with an 'angel on earth' of a boyfriend. The man was the always smiling wallflower seated next to you — with Rodolfo's humility and composure: it was hard to believe that the man pouring you a glass of water could ever harm anyone. You can tell from your first kiss that he wasn't inexperienced, only very, very considerate. Gentle and easy-going, Rodolfo never rushes his kisses: always choosing your comfort above anything else. ' Is this okay ?' ' Do you like it ?' He never wants to kiss you until he has changed out of his dirty uniform and out of the shower, savoring each moment he gets to be domestic by pecking your forehead and peppering your cheeks. Even if you tell him you enjoy a bit of manhandling, Rodolfo never lets himself hurt you — always choosing to make love rather than fuck; thorough make-out sessions and aftercare are how you know you are more than loved. ( He won't stop apologizing once for biting your bottom lip and drawing barely any blood, promising to contain his excitement even if you don't mind.) Rodolfo would sit by the tub next to you to kiss down your arms, going up your neck, past your nose, and across each eyelid to wait for the water to run, not caring that he was running only on two hours of sleep because of a stakeout.
a/n : here are the soft boys !! <3 this is the end of the series, i didn’t include alex cause i don’t know how to write his character yet, i still need more research and brainstorming before including him cause i’m nervous like that ( lol but he’s growing on me i swear ) i hope you enjoy this xx
how the cod : mw ii men kiss you ( vol i )
how the cod : mw ii men kiss you ( vol ii )