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Day 31 : Trick Or Teat

【Synopsis】 : The dead of night, creatures hide. In the light of a fire, those same creatures can become more.

『Word count』 :  7.01k

-> Genre: Supernatural. Smut. Angst. Fluff.

Paring: Yungi x Reader | Seonghwa x Reader [Eventual ot8 x Reader] 

[Warnings] : Self hatred. Abusive family. toxic family. Cult-like religon. Myths and supernatural concepts. The reader is giving off Genderfluid in some parts [not me projecting whoops]. hints of sexual abuse. Blood. Gore. Dark themes. Blood drinking. Kissing. Swearing. All the boys have a corruption kink cause why not. Fingering. Seonghw has a bit of a superiority complex. Details of torture and killing people. Unprotected sex. Yunho and Mingi are little shits. Eheh

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Surprise!! This is the very first chapter and introduction to my new mini series I'll be writing. I know a lot of you have been wanting Vampire Ateez ot8x reader for a while, and I've been trying to find a good story, and i finally got one, hehe. Also, I wanted to make this fic extra long as well to say thank you for 4k followers. I still want to do an event, but I'm taking a little break first, so I hope this is okay for now.

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The Destiny Castle was filled with darkness and death. Guard dogs, the size of cows and strange beastly noises echoing in the forest surrounding. And warnings to anyone that enters the ground will never be seen again. Well, that's what the priest of your village says over time and time again. Blabbering about how god left the family that lived in the castle many centuries ago when they invited night-crawling creatures inside. Ones that drink blood and care little for the human race.

Vampires.

You sighed under your breath for the fifth or sixth time this evening as the sermon read on the large dusted book in front of him. Your hands were beginning to ache from having them clasped together for so long. Why were you even praying? It's not like you believe any of this bullshit. Yes, granted, some of it might sound true, and you had doubts on multiple occasions whether this man in the sky was, in fact, real or not. But did you really want to stick around and find out? When you die and you go to hell, so be it. You weren't scared of where you ended up. You were more scared of wasting your life away. Not finding the adventure you so desperately craved. But your picture-perfect parents with their picture-perfect kids shall have no such dreams. No such idea of living other than to tend to the market stall and be married to yet another picture-perfect family.

You felt your mother's god-awful stare as she clearly heard you sigh yet again. You hated her the most. Always finding new and improved ways to punish you for "your sins." Like rolling your eyes or talking back to a man. Or worse, not showing any signs of being a good future housewife so when she's finally ready to sell you off—oh I'm sorry, give you away—to some rich Christian suitor to be your husband. You could be the perfect version of yourself for her.

Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.

You hated that fucking word. A loud bell chime caught your attention, signalling that Sept was finished with his blabberings for the evening. So you stood up straight, your annoyingly over-layered dress before turning on your heels to leave.

"Oh wait, Dove. Come here, please." Your mother's overfaked and sugary sweet tone rattled in your ears. The use of the nickname Dove also annoyed you. Dove, meaning white pure bird that is trapped in a golden cage. Everyone had called you that since you were born, most people in the village not even knowing your real name, only know this nickname.

Why, you may ask?

Simple, your mother hated your name. You were named after your father's mother, who she hated. But it was tradition to name your firstborn after the father's mother, so here you were. Not only were you a disappointment to your mother, but you also bore a name that resembles hatred. Lucky you.

"This is Lucas Wheeler. He's Mary and Robert's Eldest son." Your mother's voice buttered up the introduction, leaning in with an absolutely disturbingly fake smile that everyone seemed to fall for. You turned your lip slightly, making a poor attempt to smile, which your mother did not approve of. "Luca, darling, this is my daughter."

His grin was wide and overexaggerated. His tunic was buttoned all the way up to his Adams apple, looking as if it was constricting his airflow. And his hair was perfectly brushed back. He was the definition of a good pure religious boy. A book nerd. You couldn't hide your disgust as he licked his lips, eyeing you like some piece of flesh. You knew what he was hiding. That filthy lust that men seemed to only be forgiven for. He has probably dreamed about shoving his cock in every woman that passes him and he was definitely only thinking about his needs while staring at you. Not marriage, not husband duty. No, the sole idea of finally getting his little dick wet was driving him crazy. And it made you want to chuck your guts up all over his clean shoes.

"You seem to have such a um, polite daughter here, Christine. She seems shy?" Lucas's mother, Mary spoke up trying to take a look at you but you kept your face pointed to the ground. You didn’t want to be there and you weren't about to fake a smile for a family you did not need to know. you wanted nothing more than to slip away and become invisible like you always did in these types of situations. But turning twenty has now made you in the public eye. Twenty and without a husband was rare. Normally women in your village were betrothed at sixteen and married at eighteen. But you have managed to wheezle your way out of it from your parents being too worried about your younger sisters. But you’ll be twenty-one soon and your mother, Christine was becoming impatient.

“She is a shy one. Sweet too. Micheal and I have been trying to find the perfect man for her, but her shyness seems to not be a lucky charm.” Your mother battered, throwing a sweet chuckle making Lucas’s parents laugh.

“Well, how about you both come over? Bring all your kids, for dinner. I’m sure my Luca would love to get to know her.” Mary pinched Lucas’s cheek making him push away slightly.

“Yes. I’d love to know more about your daughter. I’m sure we will be able to entertain one another while you get dinner ready.” his dark words made your stomach turn and flip. Now you were definitely going to be sick.

“It’s settled then. We will see you at sundown.” Your mother bid goodbye tugging you away by your arm out of the church, not letting you go for a second. Knowing you’d just run off the first chance you got.

-

Night came quicker than you would have liked and no matter how hard to tried to slip away your mother made sure that one of your sisters was always with you, ready to shout if you tried to bail. What was this some type of house imprisonment? You didn’t want to go, that was more than clear. But your mother couldn’t care less and your father well it was ‘whatever mother says goes’. so you were alone in the more honest terms. Your brothers were too young to know any different, your sister who is only two years younger than you was a cutout of your mother. And your little sister was daddy's little girl. She didn’t care about anything but her daddy.

What a perfect family you seem to have. Everyone fitted in somewhere but you. You were the experiment. The first batch of cookies to come out of the oven that no one touches cause they were too burned or not fully cooked.

“Come on we are going to be late.” Your mother's voice rang through the house, your sister's eyes not leaving you. She had muttered something before heading for the door. You had told her you just needed to put on some garments before meeting her downstairs. She was hesitant for a moment thinking this was a plan to escape but you had said that there was no time now and what would be the point. Sensing your defeat she left you alone. Finally.

You pull on some pants under your dress, hating having to wear such feminine clothing. It wasn’t that you were against wearing dresses or lace or even frills. It was more that sometimes you wanted pants. Was that so bad? You sighed putting all the clothes your sister had pulled out for you to try on, on the end of your bed. That was later you’s problem. You noticed your book laying on your pillow making you swear under your breath. Tucking it back under the sheets you wonder if your sister saw it. You hopped not, if she saw what you wrote or worse what you drew, she’d be telling the church to burn you at the stake.

You ran down the stairs quickly, not wanting to waste any more time, hoping that if you go over and get this night over with you can come back home and hide away in your room, wishing you were anywhere other than with this family.

-

This night seemed okay as far as talking about our lord and saviour over supper was. Mary was busy finishing up the final dish, letting Lucas and your parents laugh over a blessed bottle of wine. They had sent you and Lucas away to, get to know one another and Lucas had to perfect idea to show you his barn. A place where ‘he could be himself’. God, everything he says annoys you. Climbing the old rusty ladder, you stand in an empty hay loft. Your gut felt strange, like your body was warning you of something but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Until you felt a hand grip your shoulder softly but tight enough to make you freeze.

His breath was so close, pooling on your neck. fingers were ghosting along your corset strings making tears build in your eyes. Even though he was a little boy in your mind. He was much bigger than you and he could easily take advantage of you if you didn’t play your cards right. So you had to act. “And what might we get up to here hmm…”

His chuckle sickened you. “Well, we have some time before mother calls. So I thought we get to know each other. Just like our families wanted.” he pulled away, making a grunting sound behind you. You turned slowly to see he was sitting on a blanket that had been laid out on some hay. Was this disgusting excuse of a man really thinking he could charm you into sleeping with him? God, his ego was bigger than you thought. You giggled, waltzing around the small room pretending to think but in truth, you were looking for an exit. You could go down the ladder but he’d probably grab you before getting that low. Maybe over the side onto the beams. He won't be able to get to you then. But then you’d be trapped until you eventually have to climb back over. And you know he’s the type to wait you out.

A window. Probably leads onto the roof. Not practical but if you recall you did see a bunch of hay bails just outside so if you jump you’d be able to land on them. And a broken ankle or wrist was better than….”Where is your mind wondering, baby? Do I scare you?”

Your head snaps back to him, giving him a small smile. “Oh, no…no…” You step closer, looking him deep in his eyes. “you don’t scare me…baby…” You stood right above his laying figure, his legs spread, enough for you to place a foot in between them. A grim smirk painted his unpleasant features. he went to sit up and you used this as your now or never, kicking him right in the balls without another thought. His groan was loud, knowing if it weren't for how far you were from the house. Everyone would have heard.

“You little bitch!” You ran for the window, crawling out as quickly as you could. The top of your dress got caught on a nail ripping the fabric. But you didn’t waste any time to cry about broken material, looking for the hay bails. It wasn’t as high of a jump as you thought, sliding down the straw, making some of it get caught in your dress. You could hear Lucas groaning in the distance as you started to run. Run fast and run far.

You needed to go home. Quickest route is through the forestry back towards the centre of the village before turning off from the church. Jump Mr Smith's fence and climb the vines into your room. Simple enough. But it's dark, a little too dark and all you could hear was your heartbeat in your ears and rabid footsteps in the distance. The forest was thick. Trees tightly snug together. You almost tripped several times over branches and roots. Your heart was racing now, panting as your mind was becoming hazy. Need to get home. Need to get home.

“Ohhhh Little Dove, where are you.” Lucas’s deep sinister voice echoed through the dark forest. He was too close, you needed to stop. Hide. Maybe he’d go past you or head back. “Come out, baby. We were just having some fun.”

Quiet. Be silent. don’t move. Not a mucsle.

He called your name this time your real one making you gulp. His voice was maybe two or three trees away from where you stood. A twig snaps and you feel tears in the corners of your eyes. He was so close it was like you could still feel his breath. “Come on princess...” His hand wrapped the tree you were standing against and everything stopped. You closed your eyes thinking for a moment, trying to play thousands of scenarios of how you could get away. But nothing would work. He caught you. He danced the bend, slipping right into your view. Before you could run his hand gripped your throat making you freeze. “Don’t worry baby. I don’t bite.”

His words were short... sinister, like he had achieved his ultimate goal of capturing his prey. Your eyes widened going to spit back a comment but your words caught in your throat as you saw a figure suddenly appear behind Lucas. Tall, dark. Red eyes glowing through the night. Everything happened so quickly, the beast grasped Lucas the same way he had you, pulling him back with fright. “But I do…”

The creature's fangs pierced the disgusting man's neck making him scream out a noise that would make your blood curdle. His grip dropped from you, trying to scratch and fight off the larger figure. You took this moment to run, not even caring if the creature was going to kill him or not. All you knew was you needed to run. But you couldn’t run home anymore. There’s blood on your hands literally, Lucas’s blood splattered on you. If this wasn’t a perfect situation the priest was looking for to burn you at the stake you don’t know what is. “Hey, this way.”

You physically jump hearing a high-pitched voice cooe at you through the wind. It was a hooded figure, and normally you would of not gone with a stranger but in this case it seemed fair. You followed the person who seemed to be always a few steps ahead of you at all times no matter how hard you tried to catch up. It was only then, when you stopped focusing on the person to look around you noticed they were leading you to the castle grounds. Where myth reads vampires inhabit. That must have been what got Lucas.

A blood sucking vampire.

You stopped in your tracks not knowing to go back or forward. It’s not like vampires scared you per se. It was just. You were human and they are beasts. They would certainly eat you before you could plead your case. But one of them saved you right? That’s what it was doing? Not just finding two humans and deciding to have a late-night snack right….

“Hey over here.” The figure called for you again but when you looked up everything suddenly went black.

-

Your head was ringing. Heartbeat thumping slowly in your ears. Black splotches clouded your vision as you tried to look around. You were in a room. A Billiard room, to be exact. You have never seen a room of such a size. The bottom of your house most definitely fitting in this room alone. The leather under your fingers felt expensive, seeing the brown with bubbled texture. It was lavish, elegant—

"Beautiful, isn't it." A smooth voice swayed your attention, having caught you admiring the fine fabrics of the furniture. Your eyes locked with deep crimson ones. He was like nothing you've ever seen before. He was stunning, tall, and broad. You had to gulp at the sheer beauty of the man. But you knew he wasn't just a man. From his eyes, you knew he was a beast, a night crawler.

"Are you going to respond? Or are you more of a staring type?" Another voice scared you slightly. Looking to your left, you see another man, but he was sitting on the couch next to you. His black undercut fitted his features perfectly. He kind of sounded like the hooded figure that was helping you get away before...

"Definitely the quiet, staring type." A cheeky tone to your right. He was leaning on the pool table, his Cheshire cat grin painting his features smugly.

So there's three of them that live here?

"Now now, Woo, San. She's probably just scared." A shorter but beefier male suddenly stood next to the first one that spoke. He wasn't even looking at you, mostly paying attention to the two he called Woo and San. You were now sitting straight up, moving your gaze from each of them. As they were all in their own worlds arguing about why you might not be talking.

"You're bleeding, Tiny?" A voice growled behind you, startling you. You turned to see two very big men standing behind the couch. "When did you cut yourself?" He dragged his two fingers through your wound, making you hiss, pulling away from him.

He put one of his fingers in his mouth, closing his eyes as if he were savouring the taste. Once he was done, he placed his other bloody finger in the male next to him, mouth. The other man groaned his eyes, glowing a harsher red as he stared you down. "You taste delicious, Sugar."

You went to stand, trying to get away from them, but your legs gave out, making you fall forward in front of the high-pitched boy who still sat on the other couch. "Be careful, Dollface. Don’t want ya gettin hurt."

"Okay, let's give her some space. Wooyoung, take San down to the kitchens and see if dinner is ready yet. Mingi and Yunho can go set the table." The one that stood at the door, the first man directed all the men with ease. They will followed without another word, heading for the door. "And for the love of Lillith, Jongho, can you please find your lover and Hongjoong. I think they were still cleaning up from..." He looked at you briefly. "Dealing with that disgusting human."

You knew he was talking about Lucas, and that meant this Lover boy or Hongjoong had been the one you saw ripping through Lucas's neck. They all left soon after, leaving you alone with the dominant man. You managed to sit back on the couch, but you wanted, needed to stand. So you tried your luck again, and your knees buckled, making you slip forward, but instead of making an impact with the ground, two large arms were wrapped around your waist. Your hands gripped the creature's biceps, feeling his muscles taught and tense. "You do need to be careful, Darling."

Unlike Lucas's or any man, you've ever met really. These creatures don't seem to set off any of your alarms. You didn’t know if that was a bad thing or not, but you chose to brush it off, ‘cause in the end, you had never felt such kindness from anyone in the village. You were out-casted, unloved. You might as well be the witch they all wanted you to be. The kind smile that painted his features made your heart skip. He was indeed handsome. You finally spoke up saying who you were and the man looked at you with surprise before laughing. “Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Seonghwa. It’s nice to meet you…”

Your name rolled off his tongue so beautifully. No one had ever used it to address you before. It was almost strange, foreign even. “Honestly you could call me anything. I was never called that name sadly.”

Seonghwa hummed in response, still holding tight on you. In truth, he knows much more about you than he leads on. When he and the others go on hunts he had found you a year ago. Ironically you were having your nineteenth birthday. On your own of course. He remembers the way you spoke to yourself, wishing yourself a happy birthday while you drew in your book. Your feet were in the cool water of the watering hole in the forestry just outside the village. You went there almost every second day. And so did he.

There was something about you that caught his eye. Caught all of the boy's eyes. You were special but none of them could put their finger on it. So of course when they found you running for your life from a disgusting man. They couldn’t stand by and let anything happen to their precious little human.

-

Dinner was quick as you just sat there and ate in silence. The others were loud though, making it seem almost normal. Like everything that was happening was something you all were used to already. Seonghwa had told you about all the boys and what all their names were. It took you a moment to put names to faces but once you got it. It was easy. Seonghwa never left your side. Making sure you were safe and comfortable. You appreciated it, understanding it must have been weird to have a human walking around. But you quickly learnt that all the maids and butlers were human. They got paid and some even lived on the estate.

Everything the village said about vampires and creatures in general was so wrong. And secretly you always wanted it to be wrong. So you were glad they weren't purely just bloodsucking beasts. But every now and then that face you saw popped into your head. You still didn’t know which one killed Lucas. And on top of it, this Hongjoong and Yeosang—Seonghwa had told you his name—were nowhere to be found.

“Okay well, sun will be up soon. Let’s get ready for bed.” Seonghwa again spoke up, dying down the chatter. It was like he took on a motherly role in the house. It was cute.

“Come Sugarcube. Yunho and I will show you to your room.” The one named Mingi flashed you a smile making you smile in response. Bidding Seonghwa goodnight or would It be morning now? Mental note to look out for a clock. The halls were lavish and carpeted, matching all the rooms you’ve seen thus far. Everything was perfect, vintage and beautiful. Yunho and Mingi had caught onto your mind wandering and had stopped for a moment, seeing how far you’d walk without them near you. You were very cute to them. Like a clueless bunny, with wide innocent eyes.

“Hey, Tiny. Your room is over here.” Yunho’s far voice snapped you out of your thoughts making you turn around to see both large men. Their arms crossed, with big grins. Your face was redder than a tomato in seconds making them both groan at how you waddle back quickly. Cute. Too cute. “This is where you’ll be saying. We’ll try and get some of your personal things tomorrow.”

“Yeah, Hongjoong had said something about grabbing some stuff while your family are out tomorrow.” Mingi rubbed the back of his neck as you slipped past both men to look into the huge spacious room. Only hours ago you were about to be married off to some pig and live on his farm until your death to now staying with not one but eight vampires.

And what was worse. You couldn’t go back. Not that you’d want to that is. But still, all your life you’ve known one thing and now… “You okay Tiny? Not the style you like? We have like ten other rooms if you want to-No it’s okay it’s just…” You cut Yunho off before taking a seat on the olive green and black silk sheets that lay on the large king bed.

“Did…Did Lucas die?” You don’t understand why you were asking about that pig but you needed to know. You needed to know would your parents found his mangled body and thought the beast that did that also killed you. Or would they think you did it? Yunho sat on his knees in front of you, placing his large hands on your thighs in a comforting manner. His smile was soft and his fingers grazing on your exposed skin was gentle.

“No. Yeosang left him alive. But he won't be wanting to live with the way he looks now.” You don’t know if Yunho’s words made you feel better or worse.

“Hongjoong helped him drag him back to that barn. His parents found him and they are looking for you at the moment.” Mingi revealed, knowing you’ll just keep asking questions so there was no reason to hide anything from you.

“Do my parents think I’m dead?” Deep down you knew they’d be happy either way. Dead, alive. Murderer or innocent. Your family would plead their sob story about the monster you were regardless of the truth.

“No…Lucas told them you ran. They think you were a part of it. Luring him out there for your vampire lover to have a meal.” Yunho felt disgusted with himself for repeating what Hongjoong had told them your parents said. But what else should they do?

“Vampire lover….hmm.” You smiled, starting to laugh. That’s what they probably thought you were sneaking off to at random hours of the day or night. Both of the men looked at one another with confusion, letting Mingi sit down next to you.

“Something funny with that Sugarcube?” Mingi’s voice was so deep, velvety. It made your core tingle and heart race. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes, but still giving him a smile.

“My mother has wanted nothing but to pin some devilish thing on me and now she gets it. Something that said I did not serve the lord. Argh…” Tears ran down your cheeks “Fuck the lord. Why should I have to care what an old man did for humanity?! I just wanted to paint. Find adventure. Not marry and be a baby maker for some lowlife pig.” All your pent-up anger. All your disappointment. Every single thing you wished to say to your mother was pouring out, in front of two vampires you had only met hours ago now. It felt like a weight being pushed off your chest and you were no longer drowning. Mingi’s hand rubbed circles on your lower back making you fall into his embrace, letting him hold you while Yunho straightened up so he could hold you as well. They were beasts that could drain you in seconds yet they held you like they’ve known you for years. They listened as if they cared. They spoke as if you were the most important person in the world. why?

“There, there baby. It’s okay. You’re free now. You can do anything you want.” Yunho’s voice was quiet almost barely above a whisper. But still still heard him. You pulled away letting them still hold you but you could wipe your face. You can do anything? No one has ever said that to you.

“Well...I guess since this my first time of freedom…” You had both the vampire's attention now with your words. “I want a bath. One with lots of bubbles.” You’ve never had such a thing in your life only settling for quick showers or sharing bathing pools with your siblings. Not something lavish. Mingi laughed a deep hearty laugh. As if you couldn't get any more cute, there you went.

“I think that’s a perfect idea Sugar. We’ll get one of the maids to fix one up for you. And…” He placed his hands on either shoulder pushing you towards Yunho. Your face inches from him. Mingi inspected the wound of your shoulder blade noticing it was already closing but blood was still pooling out of it slowly. “Get this wound cleaned up…”

His tongue licked a strip upwards, following the wound. You hiccuped feeling a slight sting from him. Yunho however distracted you by giving you a kiss. Your eyes were wide and confused. He… he was kissing you. His soft lips moved slowly against yours. His tongue dipped around your bottom lip, testing the waters. Perfectly distracting you from Mingi cleaning your cut with his mouth. Your blood tasted unlike anything he had ever tasted before.

“You taste amazing… fuck.” Mingi mumbled against you while Yunho’s tongue slipped into your mouth as you groaned. Your mind was spinning like crazy, your hand finding place on Yunho biceps, digging your nails in his cold flesh.

“Y…Yuyu..” You tried to speak, finally making both men pull away, leaving you to gasp for air.

“Sorry tiny. Your lips were just too kissable not to.” Yunho chuckled licking his lips of the saliva you left behind on them. Your heart was pounding, feeling such excitement but also a tinge of fear…

“Tha… that was my first kiss..” You felt embarrassed to say so but you felt compelled to tell them. Which made both of them growl. Mingi’s fingers wrapped in your tattered dress hem while Yunho rubbed his hand over his face.

“Fuck. I was your first kiss baby?” Yunho felt so proud of himself.

“Damn Yunho the others aren't gonna be happy when they find out,” Mingi spoke as if you were no longer there.

“Wait why would the others care?” You suddenly felt small, seeing hunger in both their eyes. You had no idea what these men were planning, nor what they all wanted from you. It frightened you. But not as much as it excited you.

-

The bath was filled with bubbles, vanilla scent soap and soft music from a vinyl. You could have stayed in there for hours but when one of the maids came in to help you dress your wound you knew it was time to get out. The nice maid named Minnie had brought you some sleepwear, soft silk sleep shorts and a singlet. You have never felt such soft fabric before always getting hand-me-downs or second/third hand clothing.

“You look cute.” A gentle voice echoed from the door of your room. You hummed, blush burning your cheeks. Turning you see Seonghwa leaning against the door frame, bottom lip between his teeth as he eyed you, not even trying to hide that he was checking you out.

“Thanks…” You played with your fingers, standing there awkwardly as you watched Seonghwa close the door, slowly moving towards you. Like he was stalking you. No doubt Yunho and Mingi had run off bragging what they had done when you were busy bathing. God, if this was going to become a new normal you were going to develop a headache from your head spinning.

“I wanted to check on you.” For every step he took, you took one back, like a little dance until your back was firmly against the wall and his body almost flushed against you. “I heard Min and Yun had some fun with you.”

“I-..Yunho kissed me…Mingi he uh…” You felt so flustered, fanatically looking around the room feeling embarrassed about spilling what you had done even though you knew the two giants would have told everyone by now. He put his fingers on your chin, running his thumb along your bottom lip, pulling on it slightly.

“I was kinda hoping to be the first to taste you. But then again, none of the boys tend to listen.” His eyes were hooded, looking at you with such hunger. He could feel your heart race against the pad of his thumb. He can hear your blood pumping quicker than normal. And your eyes never left his. His face inched closer, and then some. Seeing just how close he could get to you before you’d pull away but you didn’t, not even flinch. “Have you done anything like this before?”

You shook your head no slightly. “Have you ever touched yourself, Bunny?” his question made your face become redder. This was filthy, dirty, something you were supposed to be sworn away. And man did defying god feel intoxicating. You whispered no, making him close his eyes with a sigh for a moment. So innocent, so cute… So his to taint. “Do you want me to touch you, Bunny?”

“Yes…” You whisper… He tucked a piece of damp hair behind your ear making you shiver as his fingers grazed your skin. His cold tips slide along your cheek, down to your neck, before pushing gently on your man artery feeling your hot blood pump under his digits.

“I could drain you dry right now. Or fuck you full? Maybe both? Hmm?” His lips brushed against yours but not enough to seal his lips on yours. No, he wanted you to do it, he needed you to do the first move. So he knows you do in fact want it. And you gave him exactly what he wanted, leaning up to lock your lips to his. His one hand cupped your face to deepen the kiss while his other, snaked down to play with the hem of your shorts. Your legs spread instinctively, giving him access to do whatever he pleases. His wet tongue danced with you making you feel all kinds of filthy.

You had almost gotten a man killed, ran away from home. Most likely been shunned for life from your village and on top of that kissed two men that both happened to be undead creatures you only just met, while another drank from one of your open wounds. If was indeed sins, you might as well be sent down to Lillith herself on a golden platter.

“Come on Bunny, let’s get you comfortable.” He pulled away picking you up by your thighs before walking over to your bed and laying you down on the plump mattress. His lips trail down your cheeks, then your jaw until he stops at your neck for a moment rubbing his nose along your jugular. “God I can smell your blood through your soft skin.” he sighs, drawing his fangs out.

“H-Hwa p-please…” You bucked your hips against his hardening length, spreading your legs further so he could get closer if that was possible. He chuckled, darkly. Fang pressing just hard enough to pierce your skin a little bit so a few drops of blood would spill out. He licked your blood up, trying not to get any on the bed sheets. Your whimpers were music to his ears, and your taste was heavenly. Now he’s wondering how else you taste in other places. “Fuuckk.”

The feeling of his fangs and the was his fingers play with your short made your head cloudy. His hand slipped into your shorts cupping your core making you suddenly aware what was happening. His mouth finally left your neck, kissing down the exposed parts of your chest. He was worshiping every part of your body sending your skin on fire. “Such a pretty bunny. I can feel heat pooling out of you. Do you find my devilish charms that intoxicating bunny?”

You squirmed, needed more. His index finger slide along your slit making your mouth open into an ‘o’ shape. Your eyes shut tightly, finally feeling some kind of relief that you were searching for. The pleasure was new, and strange, making you feel like you were in a whole another world. Seonghwa kept whispering sweet nothings to you as he slowly pushes a finger inside your drenched cunt. It was steady at first until he found a rhythm, inching yet another finger inside making your brows knot together. His name fell from your lips on repeat like some kind of broken vinyl, he knew he could get you close to your high without much effort given you have never felt such a feeling before. And with only a few more moments you were clenching around his digits, coming underdone while he stared at you intensely, watching every one of your features move and contort in the pure ecstasy he was gifting you. “Did that feel good baby? I can make you feel even better, all you got to do is say yes.”

“Yes, please Seonghwa. Please. Make me feel like that again. I wanna feel good.” You don’t know why your mouth started spilling such filth but you couldn’t care, not when you were so close to feeling a pleasure you have only wondered about in those lewd novels Miss Smith had down the path. She had let you borrow one and it had changed your life forever. Seonghwa got to work, pulling your shirt off above your head and tugging down the rest until it slipped off your ankles in one swoop of his wrists. You were completely bare for him. He could see all the sun-kissed spots. All the scars, and beauty marks. He could see the bruises of a handprint on your collarbone and other smaller ones littering your legs and arms.

Pathetic human. Digusting pig.

Fuck, does he wish that Yeosang and Hongjoong hadn’t kept him alive now. But then again giving him a swift death would have been too merciful. No, Seonghwa would want to keep Lucas in a cell, locked away for weeks. No food, barely any water. Watching him starve. Watch him beg for death. But Seonghwa would never give it to him. Lucas would welter away in the dungeon, cold, scared, and alone. Just as you felt when you were being chased by him. Just as you felt when he had put his hands on you. Seonghwa would make him pay.

“H-Hwa…” You sat on your elbows having seen the vampire's mind wander. Was he okay? Was he second-guessing his actions? Seonghwa was quick to disregard any of your fears as he shed himself off his shirt, before sliding off the bed to pull his pants down. They dropped to the floor with an audible ‘oof’. You didn't mean for your eyes to immediately gaze down at his fully grown erection but its angry red tip had caught your attention. Seonghwa didn’t mind one bit though, he admired your body in the meantime, letting you get a good look at him while he did the same to you. “That can’t fit inside me….”

Seonghwa laughed, physically laughed at your abrupt statement. “Oh don’t worry. It will.”  he yanked one of your legs making you gasp. He stood tall at the end of your bed, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. He rubbed the tip of his cock along your slit, gathering up some of your cum to use as lubricant. The whole time his eyes never left yours. He wanted to see the pleasure pooling in your eyes when he entered you inch by inch. And as you bit your bottom lip, you tried your damned hardest to keep your gaze open. “That’s it, baby. Breath…”

The stretch was painful, to say the least. Even though Seonghwa had used his fingers on you, it still wasn’t enough to fully prep you for his girth. He rubbed circles in your hips, trying to settle the pain as much as he could, noticing your fingers had entangled in the silk sheets, with your knuckles turning lightly white.

“Ffuckk, hngmm Seong.” you mumbled, finally feeling him enter you fully, his groin flush against you. He stayed still for a moment, letting you catch your breath but man was it hard. The way you clamped around him, sucked him in for more. It made him want nothing more than to pound the living shit out of you. But patience. He needed patience. And luckily out of all the boys, he owned the most patience.

“Can I move Darling?” His words were a stutter, laying with groans and sighs. You nodded your head before responding with a quick and quiet ‘please’ letting him draw his cock until only the tip was inside you then smashing back in, knocking the wind out of you. You could no longer hold yourself up, falling onto your back. Seonghwa watched as your breasts bounced in time with his thrusts and how your thighs were clamped snugly around him. You felt amazing, looked eternal. And you were finally his.

He dreamed about what your cunt might feel like wrapped around his cock. Or how might your blood taste when you are in the middle of being fucked. Firty thoughts had always seemed to riddle his mind whenever he saw you and now he could finally get the answers. But one thing is for sure. He has no idea how he is possibly going to share you with the others. When he is going to be craving you permanently.

-♥︎

[babybatss-blog]

A REUNION LIKE NO OTHER

totk!link x f!reader, 2600 words

authors note: Buckle in, it’s a long one! I went against the poll and wrote both the first and second voted pieces WHOOPS. Anyways, took a lot of creative liberties here due to my strong ass baby fever atm hope we enjoy :)

cw: reader is pregnant and married to Link, One used of Y/n.

summary: When your husband goes missing, you're determined to find him no matter what.

Things are never ordinary with your husband Link. Afterall, he is the hero of Hyrule, but from the moment he appeared bloody and battered on your doorstep things have never been normal. You followed him across the reaches of the world to save the society you love, settled in Hateno village together and eventually married there. You even fell pregnant with his child and was happier than ever. That was, until he disappeared.

Your husband was gone on another expedition with the Princess, yet this time he was more reluctant due to your impending birth date. You assured him you would be fine, giving him a sweet kiss on his forehead. Your charming husband, always so compassionate till the end.

Three days later you are knitting some baby mittens when a strong rumble knocks the cottage. Shrieks are heard from the village and birds erupt from the luscious trees, as a sturdy stag leaps out of the brush to gallop on your front lawn. Chaos ensues, but you have no reason to focus on the absurdities. Clutching your heavy belly as you burst indoors, you hide under the table for cover. The cottage still rumbles violently underfoot, but all you can think about is your husband and unborn baby. You can’t live without them, you just can’t.

But the earthquake is gone as fast as it came, and the small quaint town is quiet once again. Deep breath in, deep breath out. You’re safe, you’re fine and everything is normal. But of course, you can’t get up. You struggle and twist, trying to get up but you just cannot seem to. Going against the growing embarrassment in your mind, you call for help. After two hours or so of incessant yelling, Dantz the local farmer appears at your doorstep.

“Ma’am, are you alright?” He asks, after promptly helping you up. “Was that an earthquake?” you ask, expecting a nod or affirmation in response but instead, you are faced with an empty, almost regretful face. “What was it Dantz?” A long silence ensues, as he looks at his shoes, seemingly searching for an answer in their mud and holes.  

Finally, he looks up, meeting your eyes with an intensity and fear you have never seen before in the once solemn man. “The castle it… It floated…” Surely he’s joking right? Because Link just went there with Zelda and- “Link…” You realise, the emotions hitting you like a brigade. “What about him?” “He was at the castle with the princess! Are you sure that’s what happened?” He nods, and your heart sinks. “Yes, I’m sure. I was hunting up in the mountains when it rose, I had a view as clear as day. I swear the thing just lifted up, with the evil smoke joining it and the heavens opening up above. But he must be fine, he is the sworn hero of our land after all.”

Tears swell in your eyes. What does this mean? You’re no stranger to your husband’s strength and talent, but you can’t help but fear the worst in this situation. A few of the village women burst through the doors, surely knowing of your distress with the situation. “Oh sweetheart…” One empathises, sitting you onto a chair and wiping away the now gushing tears on your face as the other sends the man to find out more news. You were never really close to the people of the village, as you were in a strange in-between age and kept yourself in a quiet haven with Link. But in this moment, they felt like mothers to you, reassuring you and keeping you and the baby safe.

The next couple of days were agonisingly slow, with no news of Link or Zelda’s whereabouts. The women assured you that it’s because they are still exploring, but you had the wits to know otherwise. When Link had to go on the mission, he swore he would be back as soon as possible. “I’ll be safe, I promise.” He said, sadness in his deep blue eyes despite your assurance you will be fine.

But now you may never be fine. No one will let you leave the house, pampering you with food and gifts just like Link used to do. Whenever they come to visit you the first thing they say is “no news” because they know that what’s on your mind. So, when you gain wind of a group of people from the village going to Hyrule field to begin a search you leapt at the chance to join them, just wanting to find your husband and return to normality once again.

No one stopped you. You may be nine months pregnant, but you are still the woman who aided Link in his journey and have a piercing stare that could scare a bear into defeat. A complex woman you are, sweet but strong, empathetic but harsh. So, packed onto carriages with others hoping to find Link and supplies to set up a temporary camp your journey begins, just praying for his return to be soon. You’ve heard about falling rocks, sinkholes leading to the unknown and the resurrection of Ganon’s monsters, but it wasn’t until you laid your own eyes on them that it became real.

Multiple bokoblins and some sort of monstrosity lead bokoblin interrupted your journey, causing a few men to become injured. One of these unfortunate men fell into a satanic dark goop, which caused him severe immobility. You pray to Hylia that Link will know how to fix this once he comes back.

And there it was, the castle in all it’s infernal glory. As the others set up the camp, you sit starstruck at the sight above you. Not that you could help anyways, with a human growing inside you. Deep down, you already know what you are faced with. This is a great evil, worse than ever before and ever will be. If Link couldn’t prevent this, you fear no one can.

Although you desperately want to stay hopeful, the week following your arrival shows no light at the end of the tunnel. You can barely sleep, gathering information from those around you on all the recorded sightings of Zelda. No Link though. A chef at the lookout tells you that perhaps it’s just a coincidence no one has seen your husband, although you’re not so sure. He’s strong, so strong in fact that if he was alive, he would be with you right now. But he’s not, instead you are on your own praying for his arrival.

Two weeks have now passed, and you sit in the bunker where everyone sleeps at the dead of night. So many of your new friends have become sick from this substance you now call gloom, it seems as if an apocalypse is upon you. Purah has been making towers to survey the lands easier, which you hope sheds a new light on your expedition. If it doesn’t, you don’t know what to do with yourself. Staring at the goddess statue, you have nothing left to do but pray.

“Oh goddess Hylia, please grant me your blessing to find my husband. Our child will join us any day now, and I do not what them to live without him. Without knowing his smile, his voice or his warmth is something I would never wish on our child. What kind of mother would I be if I willingly raised a child in the pits of hell such as this? Please grant this grace to my child, if not to me.” Tears now stream down your weak face, such desperation you have never felt before this moment. You tried to stay quiet in your prayers, but at this point you just give up, wailing and choking on the force of emotion. A crowd soon surrounds you, failing to sooth your despair, but all it does it make things worse. If Link were here, he could calm you down. In fact, if Link were here none of this would have even happened, and you would be safe and sound at home. You are now filled with intense rage at this fact, because in the end he has left you all alone. How could he? He promised, he promised, he promised, he-

Thick wet liquid drips onto the floor, and your hyperventilation subsidies. Oh no… You’re giving birth! Another woman beside you also connects the dots, and jumps into action effortlessly. “Quick, get the nurse, she’s giving birth!” She says, as you pant at the pushing sensation that overcomes you. A couple of men lead your staggering body over to a bed, where you lie down. “Link…” You call, somehow expecting him to appear at your side. But he doesn’t, your alone, with no husband here to aid you…

You push and you scream and you kick, just wanting this Hylia forsaken thing to get out of you. Someone grabs your hand to soothe you, but you soon push them away. It’s no use, you feel as if you are dying, your insides splitting and spilling forth. Strings of curses leave your mouth as the final wave of pain subsides about three hours later, and is replaced by the piercing screams of a newborn baby.

“It’s a girl!” The nurse exclaims, which is followed by the ruckus applause of the landing members. You were never one to thirst for attention, and now is no exception, as you anxiously await holding your daughter in your arms. As the nurse is cleaning up, she asks what the babies name will be. “Navi. Link has always loved that name, it seems only fair that’s who she is.”

Baby Navi overtakes your life, almost causing you to forget why you gave birth so far from home and without Link. You don’t forget it though, because every moment you look to your side or call his name he isn’t there, and grief over takes your body. A month has gone by, and no one will let you join the search. Therefore, you spend most days sitting with Navi outside of Lookout Landing telling her about her father.

“He has blonde hair and blue eyes, just like you. They sparkle when he laughs like yours too, but he doesn’t scream nearly as much as you do. In fact, he’s quite the opposite. He’s a quiet man, but if you’re lucky he’ll tell you a story about his travels. I’m sure he will tell you everything soon, he won’t shut up once he gets to know you.” The sweet girl laughs, acting as if she understands what you are saying. At only a month old, she already is so cheerful and loud. You wish Link was here to see her.

You get lost in this thought, looking up at the castle. If only they let you join them, you could find him, surely. Although, they don’t have to let you do anything. If there is one think your husband taught you, it’s to do what makes you happy. Despite his great responsibility, Link found joy and determination in the littlest things. He would go on impromptu expeditions and quests, even if it made him seem insane because that’s what he like doing. Helping others, and having fun.

So why do you have to listen to them? You go inside to the camp and stride over to nurse who has been helping you with Navi. “Are you able to babysit for a second? I just want to go on a little walk.” You ask, a sweet smile plastered on your face. She graciously agrees, thus giving you a moment to yourself. Trekking up the hilled path of the castle, you go over in your mind exactly where he may be. If he was underground and the castle lifted up, would he still be underground or was he taken up in the ruckus? It’s most likely that he is underground, but he does often climb up to peaks to survey the land.

“Ma’am, what are you doing here?” Hoz, the leader of the expedition asks, with a group of men in tow. “Oh, I’m just here to help. And no, you needn’t worry about me. I’m perfectly fine to join you” You rebut, giving them no time to argue with you. “Are you, sure? I wouldn’t want you getting hurt, and neither would our hero Link.” “No, I’m fine. I know the most about Link, I even travelled with him. I am the most equipped to search.” “Okay then, if you insist. Well, we are all splitting up into different areas to cover more ground. Why don’t you go with my team to the east?”

You go with the group to the designated spot, leaving no time for pleasantries. Once you stop on an out perch, you deliver the needed instructions. “Okay men, here’s what’s going to happen. Five people are going to go to that section, five there and the rest with me. I think Link climbed to the top of the castle to get a view, and we may find some clues there. Otherwise, checking the armour room may be a good idea. If he’s been inside there will be some weapons missing. Any questions?” You scan your eyes across the group, but no one seems to be paying attention. Instead, their eyes seem to be lying behind you, with a bewildered look on their faces.

Rolling your eyes, you turn around. You should have just gone on your own, instead of with these boys who just want to- behind you stands a man, short in stature but with long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes piercing your soul. They swell with tears, a soft smile on his pink lips.

“Y/n.” The man says, who could only be your husband. You ponder the idea that he is merely a figment of your imagination, but once he says your name everything crashes down. Blinded by his face you sprint forward, as he runs towards you also. You throw your complete weight onto the man who stumbles backwards, but he doesn't seem to care as he laughs and you cry, spinning you around and around.

Finally he puts you down, eyes stuck on yours and the largest smile on his face. “Oh Link I was so worried! I had the baby and I missed you so so much!” “You, you had the baby?” He asks, stepping back to look at your stomach. You nod furiously. “She’s a girl.”

“Navi?” He asks, already knowing the name which causes another nod in response. Your just so happy, you don’t even notice the crowd forming around you. You grab his arm, looking down at your gorgeous husband to see…

“Link!!” You jump back, shocked by the sight of a green warped arm on his body. He nods, looking down also. “We were attacked. I don’t know where Zelda got to, but she teleported away and I woke up with this strange arm.” You look back up at his eyes. They’re full of regret and remorse, as if he somehow failed a mission from long ago. You know he didn’t fail though, because he tried so hard to keep both her and everyone safe.

It doesn’t matter though, because he is here with you. Your family is reunited, in a reunion like no other.

[neesieiumz]

untamed temptation ⸻ “barbarians, they’re ruthless… in more ways than one. ⸻ t. fushiguro

synopsis ⭄ stuck in an arranged marriage, toji, leader of the wildlands, gives you a taste of something you've yet to experience.

warnings ⭄ 18+. smut. minors do not interact. royal!au. queen-consort!reader. barbarian!toji. black-coded!reader. female reader. afab anatomy. infidelity. your husband has a brothel underneath the castle. your husband is also a bit too trusting of the barbarians. possible second part.

writers notes ⭄ toji debut... whoop! barbarian!toji has been on my mind for a bit so I'm glad I finally got this out, even though I was fighting to edit it... also, I'm looking for beta-readers, so if your interested, send me a message or an ask!

word count ⭄ 4.1k

An arranged marriage, one conducted by your father, to the now king of a small country. A man led by greed and desire for any and everything. To the point that when you were crowned, you were made Queen Consort, a Queen with no power. You were from a far and foreign land, your father, a noble with no power. He would rather have his daughter married to a horrid man, to have some semblance of power within another land. From the moment you met your husband, you knew you were in for a loveless marriage. The two of you found some middle ground, with you ignoring everything he does, and him leaving you to your own devices. It was quiet, finding a few people within the huge castle and surrounding yourself with them.

However, things can not be smooth sailing for you and your people. A war soon approached your borderlines, ravaging the western lands of the kingdom. Your husband, as the leader, left the castle to lead his men into pushing the larger forces back. He was gone for two years, with letters coming from his aides addressing the situation and how things were going. Things were not looking up, until a final letter from his aide, describing an unlikely ally to help them through everything, and how they will be joining them on the return home. It was only for a short period, as the major battles were won, but the war was still going on. It was to thank them for all their help and to help build an official alliance. However, the people who helped to turn this battle were literally, an unlikely source.

Silence rang through the large dining hall, nothing but the sounds of food scraping against the plates, knives, and forks clashing against each other. Within the low-light room, every seat of the elongated table was filled. Food had just been served, with the head of the table, your husband, king of this land taking the first bite before enjoying the rest. As you ate, you glanced at your guest, the unruly bunch, ones you had long heard tales about. 

The barbarians of the Wildlands, an area ruled by chaos.

Your husband had always had a strange obsession with the barbarians, their way of life, everything. So to see them come to the castle, your own home after him being away from war for two years should be surprising but it was not. The few times you have come into his office, you would see posters of barbarians wrapped around his walls, and books piled up about their history. He had always wanted to learn more about them, and now that they are here, he’s giddy like a school child, hoping to impress them in any way he can. 

A few minutes into dinner, your husband soon began speaking with who seemed to be their leader, who you heard others both rave and rant about. According to one of the aides who went with your husband, the war was looking bad for your kingdom. He needed a new ally, and the barbarians were the ones who stepped up. The aides' exact words, “if it was not for the leadership of Toji Fushiguro, his highness would be coming home in a body bag.” He was said to be “chaos in a heavy coat.”

He had once worn a heavy fur coat, evident of his cold becoming, which he had tossed to one of the maids which had nearly knocked her over from the sheer weight. Despite the already heavy coat he once wore, he also wore heavy clothes, adorned with a heavy chest plate with leather straps which he refused to take off when you had asked. 

You stayed silent throughout the dinner, watching as the rest of the guests began picking up their own conversations, your husband joyously chiming in. Your eyes continued to roam around until they landed right on cold black eyes. The larger man smirked as his eyes roamed down, landing on your cleavage being pushed out from your off-shoulder dress. You flinched, sniffing a bit as you adjusted your dress, looking away. You heard a deep chuckle, despite the loudness increasing, and you knew, deep down, as it reverberated through you, it was from him. 

You continued to eat your food, ignoring your husband's conversation that twisted into talk about his private chambers down below. 

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Toji had enough of this loud mouth. The boisterous king was leading him and his men down somewhere, with the guards behind them carrying crates of beer. The rest of his men ignorantly followed, blinded by the heavy meat and alcohol of the earlier dinner. He soon led them to two doors, closed in on each other. The two guards overseeing the door bowed at the moronic king, before slowly cracking the doors open. The sounds of rushing water soon hit his ears, glancing up at the low glow light as the sounds of spirited laughter, women’s laughter, permeated through the air. Toji could feel his men getting more and more excited as the realization of the noises fell on his face. 

Toji hummed, the witless king had a private brothel underneath his own wife’s feet.

The king took in the faces of Toji’s men, enjoying the joy upon his face. Toji glanced at his own men, who were vibrating in their clothes, itching to go out and enjoy themselves within the brothel. He glanced at them before nodding his head giving them their blessing, and the moment the guards had set the crates down, before prying them open. They helped themselves to a bottle before spreading themselves around the room, enjoying the company of the women draped across the couch. Toji glanced around, reaching down to grab his own bottle of alcohol. Every time his eyes landed on a woman, nothing within sparked, eyes dulled as he took the closest seat to him, which just happened to be an empty couch. 

As he gazed, his mind flew back in time, to when his eyes first landed on you. The all-black dress perfectly fits your form, the long train of lace attached to the back of the dress, is evidence of a true queen reigning amongst men. Glossy plump lips, Toji smirked at it being curled in the fakest smile he has ever seen. He took another swig of his beer, your figure walking away flashing into his mind. A menacing smile formed on his face, a pure destination and goal in mind. As he rose up from his seat, grabbing another beer, a hand fell upon his shoulder. Heart striking, he turned around, pushing the hand off his schedule. He made contact with the very king, who had two women draped around, caressing him slowly. 

“Fushiguro! You haven’t gotten a lady for you to enjoy yet?”

He grumbled, irritation flashing on his face, before looking up at him, “these kinds of things aren’t my thing, I’ll let my men enjoy themselves.”

He didn’t let the king get in another word before walking out. Behind him, he could hear a guard asking if he wished for him to follow Toji. The moment he heard the king say no, he smirked, before walking right out. He ignored the dirty looks the guards gave him, their order to leave him alone obviously. He walked down the porcelain halls, wooden walls covered in the pompous paintings of the idiotic king, along with his ancestors. As heavy boots stumped across the halls, heading up the multiple flights of stairs, continuing on until he reached the very top floor. He glanced over to his right, before spotting a door creaking open, a light illuminating the small crack. 

Something within him tugged at him, as he slowly turned walking towards the light. Closer he got, the more subtle noises he could hear, humming in a sweet tune. Before Toji knew it, he was standing right in front of the door, leaning down and peeping through the crack. 

There you stood, in front of the fancy vanity table. His eyes wandered down, eyes locked in the silk night dress you were, clinging onto your form. Draped across your shoulders was a matching robe, trimmed with lace at the hems. You were cleaning your face, wiping away the makeup you had worn during the dinner. He stands up straight before glancing around, noticing how there were absolutely no guards around. He wondered if this was their queen, correct? As he thought back to the dinner, and even the few moments as he and his people arrived at the huge castle. A queen ignored by her people, this wasn't the first time he’s seen that. 

He stood up straight, seeing you begin to turn around, probably to your bed. With his free hand, he held it up before giving the door three heavy knocks, taking a step back as you suddenly turned around. You walked up, before opening the door fully, eyes widening as soon as they landed on his tall form. Standing up straight, your face steeling over, you clasped your hand together before speaking. 

“Lord Fushiguro,” you began, voice trembling slightly, “what brings you here?”

He smirks, taking another swig of his drink, “I don’t know… something just led me down here. A question, yes a question.”

“I have a question for you, Your Majesty,” he mocked, tipping his bottle towards you. 

You blinked, shuffling on your feet, “... if I answer this question, will you leave?”

He smirked, “we shall see about that, your majesty.”

You inhaled sharply, shaking your head a bit before looking back at him, “fine, fine, I’ll answer it anyways. What is your question, Lord Fushiguro?”

His eyebrow quivered at the title, but he said nothing about it, “what are your thoughts about what’s below you?”

Both your eyebrows quirked up, “below me?”

“Yeah, the brothel your dearly beloved husband has set up. Where all my men are currently enjoying themselves.”

You blinked, rolling your eyes slightly, “what he does on his own time has nothing to do with me.”

“Is that so…?”

“If that’s all…” you said, beginning to press your hands against the wooden door.

You hummed, taking a step back, however, you could do anything, he suddenly barged into your room, ignoring your short screech, and invading your space. Now that he was inside, he got a better look into your personal quarters. The floors were wooden, although they were covered in intricately designed carpets. The room was huge, bigger than the hovel he had back in the Wildlands. In the middle of the room sat a small table, with two chairs around it, with a tea set sitting right in the middle. He smirked, before eyeing the elongated ottoman bench resting right at the end of your bed. He sat right onto it and relaxed against the foot of your bed.

Anger flashed on your face, stomping towards him, “what do you think you're doing?! Leave before I call the guards!”

He raised an eyebrow, “the same guards that aren’t guarding your door? Yet happen to eb on every other hallway in thai entire castle?”

You pressed your lips shut, your steps stumbling. It was true, the guards were never at your door at night, despite being the queen of their very small nation. 

“Still, leave now, I need to sleep. I have things to do tomorrow.”

He hummed as if he didn't hear what you’d said, taking another glance around your room before looking towards the ground. He then looked back up at you, seeing you still standing there, arms crossed, countenance showing irritation. He licked his lips, his legs shifting before easing them open, his heavy pants creasing against his obvious erection. Your eyes fell down his form, before falling right on his pants, eyes widened at the obvious bulge. You shifted in your steps, before looking right back up into his eyes, hands fidgeting, gripping the silk gown. 

“Aww, why the look, your majesty, see something you like?”

You took a deep breath, before letting out a shakier, closing your eyes, “I really think it’s time for you lea—”

He suddenly reached, grabbing your dress before pulling you close to him. You held your arms out, as a means to keep him away but it was no use. His brute strength was no match to your own, as his hand rested right on your bottom, keeping a snug grip right on. 

“Lord Fushiguro, what are you do—”

Gasping as you felt his hand take your own, before placing right on top of his hard-on. His hand guided you, hearing his deep groans resound in your ear. A lowly ache began pulsing through you, a feeling you had not felt in a very long time. His hand resting on your ass had begun to rub circles through the silk. 

“This is… this is not right, please—” you mumbled, feeling yourself begin to drip down your thighs. 

“So your husband can build a house of ill repute or whatever it is you call it here right beneath your feet, but you, a queen ignored by her people, cannot have a night to yourself?”

You said nothing about that, but within you, he was right. You gazed into his dark eyes, before tentatively placing your hands right on his shoulders. The man smirked, before taking you in, placing you right on his lap. His head hovered right beside your ears.

“Let go for me, my queen, and I’ll show you something your husband can never show you.”

Your breath became heavy as your hips began slowly grinding against him, seeking some sore of friction for the building ache within you. Toji pressed his lips against your ear, before slowly trailing them down to your neck, his heavy breath causing shivers to roll down your spine. Your sudden convulsion and you racing out, gripping at his rough shirt as he shifted you around. He forced your legs around, causing your dress to rise suddenly pressing your now exposed pussy against his pants. He moved his hand from them, placing it under your chin, slightly squishing your cheeks as he pulled your face closer. With vigor, he pressed his lips against yours, rough and heavy. You gasped into the kiss, your hips grinding harder against him. Your every movement electrified you, your moans being swallowed into his strong kiss. He tasted of alcohol, you savored his taste, taking in anything you could. 

“Lord Fushi— oh my god,” you let out the moment he released your lips. 

“Call me Toji.”

With no other words, he soon let go of your face, his hand joining his other, scooping you around your bottom. Squealing, your legs wrapped around his waist as he stood straight up, before turning around. He climbed right on your bed, with you still attached to him. He smiled as he towered over you, your arms spread out along with your braids across the bed. He soon reached over, using his two fingers, pinching out the already low-dimmed flame before grabbing the hanging curtains that were tied up around your bed. He basically ripped off the ribbon, allowing the fabric to fall around all sides of the bed, cutting you off from the rest of your room. You could still see his form moving in the dark, seeing him slowly remove his very heavy clothing. The sound of his breastplate hitting your wooden floors. 

The movement he finished, wearing nothing but undergarments, he grabbed at your own dress, ignoring your squeaks before basically ripping it off your body. You wore nothing under it, revealing your naked body. His larger hand cupped your breast, leaning down to press even more kisses along your neck and chest. Your hands trembled, hesitantly placing them on his shoulders. His lips stretched into a smile as he felt your hands, your nails slightly digging into his skin. His tongue licked and lapped at your soft, clean skin. As he did so, his fingers pinched around your nipple, twisting and tugging at it. The sudden twinge of pain had you curling up against him, feeling his body against yours. You squirmed under him, his movements soon moving to your breasts. His hands cupped both of them, before going in, pressing kisses all over them before wrapping his lips around your left nipple. 

You had no words, only moans could spill out of your mouth as you succumbed to whatever he was giving you. Toji groaned against your chest, the vibrations convulsing through you. Toji glanced up seeing your face overtaken with arousal, drool dripping down your face. An easy contrast to the stoic cold countenance of earlier at dinner. He soon let go, cold air hitting your breasts, causing you to shiver before moving to the next nipple, sucking away at it. When he finished, he rose up, his hands leaving your chest before reaching down, grabbing your legs, and stretching them back. The wet sounds of your pussy resounded throughout the room, causing embarrassment to flash through you.

“Look at you, all wet, my queen, and I haven’t even touched you down there yet.”

You could only let out a whimper, letting out a short gasp as he held both your ankles in one hand. He placed one hand against your cunt, pressing against your labia, fingertips steadily getting wet. Toji then pressed up against you, feeling steady resistance. You jerk, hissing as he slowly pressed a finger into you, sharp twinges of pain running their course through your body. He expects this, seeing how your husband behaves with his very own eyes. 

“Ahh wait wait wait it hurts, it hurts,” you cried out, pushing up against him. 

He shushed you, continuing to press his finger into your tightness. You let out moans of pain as he slowly moved his digit in and out of you. Your once heated grip on his shoulders now dug into them, leaving heavy marks deep within his skin. Your pained gasps soon turned more breathy, as your hips ground against his fingers. 

“Feeling better, your majesty?” His voice took on a patronizing tone, humming as he pressed his thumb against your clit, using your wetness to rub circles into it. 

“It’s been a long time since you took anything, huh? Pathetic king never does anything for you?”

You couldn't answer him yet your hips answered for him as they bucked and jerked. He reportedly planned his fingers into you, his pace picking up more and more as your arousal began to coat his fingers. Soon, he slowed down, before slowly pulling his fingers out of your cunt. He reached, licking your slick off of his fingers, revealing the taste. Sweat dripped down your face, neck, and body as he readied himself. He was still holding your legs together, and before you knew it, you could feel the tip of his length pressing against you. Gasping, the size felt much larger than when you first touched him. 

He began to slowly press himself into you, squirming as he did so. 

“Fuck,” you gasped, cursing as he sunk into you further. 

“Ohh, such a nasty mouth on you, what would your subjects say,” he said, suddenly slamming into you. 

You screamed, your high-pitched tone causing you to slam your hand over your mouth. Toji rocked into you, with no regard for you. Your muffled moans spill you of your hands, the bed jerking with every movement he makes. His hands left your ankles, allowing you to rest them against his shoulders as his hands wrapped themselves around your waist. Toji was able to pull you closer, before reaching up quickly and smacking your hands away from your lips, which were wet with spit.

“Fuck, don’t cover up your mouth, let the whole fucking world hear how well you’re being fucked.”

“Oh my god, you’re going too fast, Toji—”

Your noises echoed through the room, wet skin slapping against wet skin matching the rhythm. Toji rocked into you, with no regard for how you were feeling. He repeatedly plunged into you, and a feral grin stretched across his face. His short dark hair lowered against his face as he suddenly leaned into you, pressing into you deeper and deeper. Getting closer to your face, he suddenly swallowed your moans in another deep kiss. Exchanging spit, your tongues swirling together as you removed your nails from his shoulders, wrapping them fully around his back, holding him close. As you let go of each other, a sliver of spit connects your wet lips. 

Suddenly, he rose up, pulling out of you as he grabbed at you. Toji placed his hands back on your hips before moving. Squealing as he suddenly turned you around, his heavy hands pressing up against your back. Chest pressed against the bed, hands lifting up your hips before plunging right back inside you. Screaming as he did, feeling him hit points within you that he hadn’t before. Trembling as his pace picked up as if he hadn’t stopped at all. Your braids, which had spilled from your silk scarf, whipped around from his sudden and rugged movements. In the spur of the moment, letting out a yelp in pain as you felt a hot sharp pain in your scalp before feeling the upper half of your body being pulled back. 

Gasping as you felt Toji close to you, hearing his grunts closer and much clearer in your ear. His hand left your hips before suddenly coming down right on your ass, leaving a heavy smack, leaving a burning sting against your deep skin. You shriek, your body surging up against his hefty movements.

“Making such a fucking mess,” he groaned, looking at the clear juices sopping from your pussy, making a mess all over him.

“God, imagine if your husband, the fucking dunce, catches us, I wonder what he would say, hmm?”

“What would he say if his pretty wife was getting fucked within an inch of her life, right here on her bed.”

You couldn't help but clench around him as he said those words. A sudden rush built up with you, clenching around his dick tighter and tighter. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck fuck, something’s coming fuck—!”

Your words activated something within him, as his pace sped up expeditiously, his torso slamming into you as he did. You could do nothing but take it, curses and moans continuing to spill out of your mouth. The heated feeling continuously builds up within you, your body clenching around him. 

“Sucking in me like that,” he groaned, his thrust becoming repeatedly unsteady. 

“Oh my,” with no sudden warnings, you spasmed, moans turning into screams as clear liquid suddenly squirted out of you, dripping all down your thighs and also on his body. 

Your sudden actions caused Toji to grunt, before slamming into you a few final times, before letting out a deep sigh, spilling his seed deep within you. You let out a loud sigh, slumping into the bed, legs quivering like jelly. Your mind buzzed, white noise going through your head, barely even hearing your breath as you closed your eyes. The bed was heavy with sweat, however, you barely felt it as your mind slipped into a deep heavy sleep. 

Toji eased out of you slowly, taking a few steps to get out of bed. He gazed at your figure, slowly heaving in and out in a deep sleep. Smirking, he grabbed your blanket before tossing it over your body and turning around. Without any other words, he picked up his clothes, tossing them on his body before picking up his slightly spilled bottle and heading out the door. 

---

You were suddenly shaken away, mouth dry as you glanced around, before locking your weary eyes on a maid. Maryam, the one who always woke you up when you didn’t wake up on your own. Her eyes shined with concern as you slowly sat up, pulling your blanket to your chest.

“Your majesty, are you alright? You haven't woken up, and it is nearly noontime.”

You blinked, waking up once you heard her say that. It had been a while since you slept till that late since you first arrived here when you got married. You glanced around, seeing the sun seeping into the curtains. As you looked, sudden flashes ran through your mind, of a tall buff barbarian ravaging you all throughout the night. You took a deep breath, no no that must have been a dream, you couldn't have possibly…

Maryam sniffed, taking a step back, “your majesty… why does it smell like the beer his highness brought for those brutes?”

Your heart dropped. 

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[lathalea]

One sentence game:

"I cannot do this anymore, Thorin!" you spat out, fists clenched tightly as though it might help you curb the desire to hit him, kiss him, or just burst into tears.

Thank you so much for your ask! It's been a crazy week but I have a moment to catch up with my asks so here I am! Thanks for making my creative brain cells work 💙 I couldn't decide which version to pick, so... how about two? 1. HEAVY ANGST INCOMING, BRING TISSUES (Whoops, I can't count to five, don't count the sentences, okay?)

"I cannot do this anymore, Thorin!" you spat out, fists clenched tightly as though it might help you curb the desire to hit him, kiss him, or just burst into tears. "I can't keep on pretending I barely know you while my mother keeps on searching for a husband for me!"

"After tomorrow, you will not have to any longer. At dawn, I am leaving at dawn to reclaim the home of my people," he held your wrists firmly and yet gently at the same time, pressing your clenched hands against the hardness of his chest, his eyes searching your face. "You will not see me again."

"So… this is goodbye?" You gasped, suddenly starting to tremble, your vision becoming blurry.

A moment before his lips covered yours in a greedy kiss, you heard his murmur, "Zamaralmizi hikhthuzul".

Those were the last words he spoke to you again when the sun painted the sky pink moments before dawn.

***

Countless years have passed; your hair turned from its vibrant colour of youth to the silver of life's winter, and you still wondered what his words may have meant. Finally, you managed to convince a Dwarven merchant passing by your village to translate them for you. "It means 'I will love you forever', my lady," he offered, taking another gulp of your best wine. "May I ask where you have heard this phrase?"

"It is of no consequence," something stung in your chest as you spoke those words. "The Dwarf who spoke those words left the world of living many years ago." You did not say that he had never left your heart. You doubted that the merchant would care.

Zamaralmizi hikhthuzul, Thorin.

2. TRUE LOVE 😍😍😍

This crack drabble is dedicated to @the-fragile-heart-of-a-lady because I know how much you are hoping for a slow burn romance fic about the greatest man of Esgaroth…

"I cannot do this anymore, Thorin!" you spat out, fists clenched tightly as though it might help you curb the desire to hit him, kiss him, or just burst into tears. No, not Thorin, but Him. The most handsome and elegant man in the whole Rhovanion - or maybe even in the whole Middle Earth - the man who now stood just a few steps away from you with a knowing smirk.

His alluringly balding head covered with patches of greasy copper hair, his salacious grin that revealed beautifully rotting teeth every time he looked at you, and the heavy scent of spoiled fish mixed with decaying cabbage, so unique his… The one you yearned for was none other than the Master of Laketown, not the Dwarf you had promised to marry a long time ago before you met this great specimen of manhood by the Long Lake.

Without hesitation, you took off your engagement bead from your hair and returned it to Thorin - and turned to the true master of your heart.

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[noforkingclue]

No Questions Asked (Laszlo Kreizler x reader) Chapter 25

No Questions Asked tag list: @direbatattck

So yeah, final chapter.

Whoop. Whoop.

Warnings: some period typical attitudes

To your surprise, the door to the Newman’s was opened before you and Laszlo had hardly left the carriage. The butler gestured for the both of you to enter the house and said,

“Tea is already being served. The Master and Mistress are waiting in the drawing room.”

Before turning on his heel and walking swiftly into the house. You shrugged as the two of you followed the butler into the house. The door swung shut behind you and you automatically jumped at the sound. The corners of Laszlo’s lips twitched and you resisted the urge to glare at him. It probably wouldn’t do your investigation any good if they saw the both of you fighting.

The two of you were ushered into the drawing room. Tea was being poured and a thick, heavy silence settled over the room. Mrs Newman took a sip of her tea before saying,

“I’m guessing you know everything.”

Laszlo glanced at you but you decided to let him do the talking. After all, these were his people after all. They’d probably be more receptive to him then to you.

“We do,” said Laszlo, “but we would like to hear it from you.”

“I’ll let you deal with this, dear.” said Mrs Newman to her husband, the venom evident in her voice

Mr Newman sighed and glanced over at the tea. Instead he walked over and poured himself a large glass of whiskey. He downed it in one and poured himself another large glass.

“I suppose I could pass it off as the folly of youth,” he said, “a stupid fucking mistake I made before I was married.”

“Charles,” Mrs Newman’s voice was harsh, “language.”

“Sorry Fiona,” said Charles, although his tone clearly said that he wasn’t particularly sorry, “it happened all so long ago.”

“What did.” said Laszlo

“My son.” said Charles

“But I thought you only had daughters.” you said sarcastically

Charles gave you a dismissive look and you raised your eyebrows at him. After all, it wasn’t everyday you got to see the upper crust squirm.

“He wasn’t… legitimate,” Charles said, “this was before I met Fiona but,” he shrugged, “she knew.”

“My father in law,” Fiona said, “he told me only after we were married so it was too late to do anything. Dear little Sebastian.”

“He and his mother were sent away,” said Charles, “far away. Given money and told never to come back.”

“And yet that didn’t happen.” you said softly, earning a small disapproving look for Laszlo

“Evidently,” said Charles dryly, “his mother was clearly spreading poison about me. That’s why he came back. To take revenge on the life he could’ve had. By slaughtering the oldest children of our closest friends. People who had nothing to do with this. Our little Emma…”

“How long had you known it was him?” asked Laszlo

“Not until after the first murder,” said Fiona, “believe us.”

“And you could’ve put a stop to it,” said Laszlo, “and you didn’t.”

“And what? Admit to Charles having a bastard? Could you imagine what that would’ve done to our reputations?” said Fiona, shock in her voice

“And instead you let a madman run around killing first borns,” you said, “for what? Some kind of twisted revenge.”

“More or less,” said Charles, “he worked in service before and was able to integrate in as the ideal footman. Do you know how humiliating that is? To know that my son, a bastard but still my son, is a servant? But don’t worry. We’ve put a stop to it.”

He rang a bell on the table and almost immediately the butler reappeared. He was holding a silver tray and walked over to you and Laslzo. He held it out and you could see an envelope on the tray. Laszlo looked from the butler and then back at the Newman’s.

“The law isn’t yours to take into your own hands.” he said, the cold rage evident in his voice

“And yet we’ve just solved everyone’s problem,” said Fiona, “there’ll be no more murders. Now, I think you’ve outstayed your welcome.”

You and Laszlo were swiftly ushered out of the house and back into your carriage. An awkward silence settled over the two of you until you said,

“Well that’s it then. Murderous footman has been stopped.”

“Thought you’d like this kind of justice.”

You glanced at Laszlo out of the corner of your eye. He was looking out of the window seemingly distracted.

“Maybe,” you said with a shrug, “let’s face it, would he have really been brought to justice? Son, legitimate or not, of one of the wealthiest people in the city? It probably would’ve been hushed up. At least this way some sort of justice has been served.”

Laszlo reached over and grabbed your hand. He brushed his thumb over your knuckles and you said,

“It’s just a shame that the Newman’s would be facing the same thing. They knew and they did nothing. Innocent children died and they didn’t put a stop to it because of their pride. We can’t do anything about it. There’s no evidence against them and they’re too fucking powerful.”

“I know.”

Laszlo gripped your hand and gave you a soft smile.

“What are you going to do now?” he asked

“Depends,” you replied, “do you want me to stay?”

“I thought I made that clear the other night.”

“Then yes, I’ll stay. Just promise me that I won’t have to wear any dresses.”

“I promise.”

[dontforgetoctober3rd]

He Is

(A timeskip Bridgerton/HOTDish fanfic)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen X Philomena Finch (faceclaim for Philomena will be the amazing Taylor Richardson, who plays Bridget in The Gilded Age!)

Word Count: 2800ish

Cheesiness: Off the charts, cheesier than the state of Wisconsin

Summary: Just as her mother Philippa predicted: Philomena Finch is a writer.

But Philomena is disappointed that none of the men in real life live up to the fictional ones she reads and writes about. None of them until Aemond Targaryen, that is.

Author's Note: This fic is a somewhat convoluted, three-way crossover (kinda???) because it obviously has elements of the Bridgerton universe but also the HOTD/GOT universe, with mentions of the Skyrim video game lore! Basically, Philomena writes what we know in this world as Skyrim but in a book form and Aemond is the author of what we know as Game of Thrones in this fic. Get it? Alrighty. Also, yes, the fic title is yet another Ghost song big whoop I love them ok?!

Dividers: @cafekitsune

GIF Credits: In the gifs themselves, I used the gif search function

The first time Philomena Finch knew she didn’t fit in with The Ton of London high society was in boarding school at age 12, when the teacher asked each girl to come to the front of the class and share what their goals in life were.

“I want to start a charity for orphans,” came one of the replies.

“My goal is to throw the most glamorous balls anyone has ever seen!” another girl said.

“I will tutor respectable young ladies on how to speak French,” yet another said.

On and on the answers came, but they all had one thing in common: before telling what their goals were, they all prefaced their statements with “After I marry-”

Philomena knew she wasn’t going to marry then and she knew it still now, at age 19.  It's not that she didn’t want a husband, she just had always known that the type of man she desired to be with was not to be found outside the books she read or little stories she would write. The kind of husband she wanted had to be amazing and handsome and approve without question whatever she wanted to do in life.  The years had taught her she would not find him in the real world and she accepted as her fate that she was to remain unwed, as if it were a commonly given fact like any other.  Her parents’ and aunts’ marriages were simply lovely anomalies in the humdrum, rigid world of the english Ton.  The way of things would not change.

The sky was blue, grass was green, taxes were to be paid and Philomena Finch was destined to die alone.

That being the case, she preferred to fully throw herself into writing, which her parents wholeheartedly supported. 

 “The world is changing!” her father had informed her, contrary to what she herself believed. “Women hardly have a need for husbands like they did before and besides, how else could we survive the monotony of life without stories to read?.” 

Her mother agreed as well and for that Philomena was so grateful, as her own grandmother constantly moaned about having a spinster in the family and her well-meaning Aunt Prudence put the famous Violet Bridgerton to shame with the amount of gentlemen she sent her way at balls. 

It was relentless, so the minute Philomena would get home and dress for bed,  she went straight to her writing desk instead to create worlds she could escape to. Every time she sat to write she thanked her lucky stars that she had a mother and father who bought her all the quills, ink and paper she wanted.

 In fact, she was working on a story she hoped to publish soon but it was rather gruesome…and violent. Recent inspiration had hit her about two years ago after the country of Valyria had ceased its war with England and everyone had seen the new, foreign aristocracy trickling into London to break bread with new allies.  

Before the war, stories had floated around of beautiful white-haired men and women, but to see them in person?  Everyone in society clamored to be near them, to win their favor and possibly their love in some cases.  Philomena thought they were otherworldly. It was as if there existed a version of the Bridgertons that was fifty times as popular and a hundred times as good-looking.  Being near them felt practically magical. 

Certainly too magical for an ordinary, plain English girl like herself.  She knew this because only last season the one time Aunt Prudence had managed to snag a Valyrian Lord at a ball to bring to her, practically elbowing away other girls from him (a Daemon Targaryen, she remembered) the conversation had remained one sided.

  Lord Targaryen seemed incredibly disinterested and practically fled as he excused himself after hardly saying more than ten words the entire time.  “I must find my brother, pardon me.” Daemon had told her as he walked away. 

  The only type of men in reality that seemed to interest her…had zero interest in return. 

So Philomena dealt with her increasing feelings of inadequacy with writing, as always, and got to work.  A world of dragons and magic, of elves and warriors. Not at all what a typical lady would read, let alone write! 

The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim, she called it and she finally had about two thirds of the story written to show her parents before the new season got going. She had anticipated horror from them both, but they had been utterly enthralled by the story and wanted to know more. 

“Oh, please tell me Ulfric Stormcloak wins!! I need to know!” her father had begged.

Her mother was of a different opinion. “I do hope he gets executed by the Dragonborn! Preferably while Elisif The Fair watches! It's what he deserves after killing her husband! Hmph!”

Aunt Prudence was a fan of the character Maven Blackbriar, and positively preened when Philomena told her she had based the character off of her. “I do have a knack for finances and running my family well,” she had said with a smile at tea one day.

“Like no other, my love.” Uncle Harry was quick to put in. 

The most help had come from, surprisingly, her uptight grandmother Portia. She had dropped by for luncheon one day and insisted on seeing this story her daughters had been ‘blathering about’.

“I do wish you would concentrate on finding a husband instead of that scribbling…,” she had began, after receiving the hefty manuscript from Philomena in the parlor and having read through it for a few minutes. “-but if you must insist on continuing with it, then you might see about getting some assistance in trying to publish from your uncle Colin and Aunt Penelope, after their return from Germany.  No doubt they’ll go straight to the Viscount Bridgerton, who will then reach out to his contacts and ensure you have a chance at this little story of yours getting printed into an actual book. Maybe.”

Philomena was ecstatic.  Writing was her greatest passion, it was what brought her the most joy, and now there was a chance that hundreds (possibly thousands!) of people would read her work and feel that same joy. Who needed a husband?

The latest season started as the last few had: everyone shamelessly fighting to get a hold of a Valyrian lord or lady.  Or one of their lesser family members, but the objective remained the same for the Ton, which was to align themselves with a wealthy Valyrian family.

Philomena mostly avoided the season these days, as she was busy trying to publish her novel (which had turned into a several novel series, as her publisher had suggested because the story was so long).

A few weeks in, all of London high society received quite a shock: Daemon Targaryen had brought his nephew Aemond.  He was badly scarred on one side of his face, a patch covering the missing eye.  Rumor had it the Targaryens were  so rich, a sapphire was put in.  

What would have spelled doom for the prospects of a normal Englishman, however,  did nothing to cause Aemond to be seen as lesser by the Ton.  The loss of an eye didn’t deter daughters and their mamas in the least.  Aemond Targaryen was rich, beautiful and available.  

All were determined to secure the position of being his wife but that determination was soon snuffed out. 

 To the dismay of every marriage-minded mama, Daemon proclaimed to the queen herself that Aemond had already selected his future wife when she asked why he had brought his nephew along this time.  The surprises didn’t stop there, for soon after Prudence Dankworth and her husband arrived, Daemon and Aemond were witnessed by all approaching them and engaging in what seemed like a long and animated conversation. 

Lady Danbury gleefully suggested to Lady Kate Bridgerton that the gossip rags would soon be printing headlines about a very lucky match indeed, for no Valyrian had yet married anyone of English descent. 

Philomena could hardly believe it.  Aemond Targaryen was sitting across from her in the Finch  family parlor.

She had been in her father’s office minutes ago (which he had generously surrendered to her for the duration of however long it took to get Skyrim published) when she had heard a huge commotion near their front door and someone rapidly running (stomping, more like) to the office.

It had been Aunt Prudence, out of breath and slightly disheveled.  The maids didn’t even bother to try to announce her as they caught up and turned to leave just as quick. “Wash that ink off your hands and let down that bloody hair!” Aunt Prudence hissed. “And put on your best dress.  You are to have a special caller today!”

"In the evening?!" Philomena had said in disbelief. "The sun is about to set! I have candles already lit, for goodness' sake. Who calls at this hour?!"

"NEVER YOU MIND!" Prudence had all but shrieked. "Ready yourself!"

So Philomena had.  She was not really expecting anything to come of this visit but no sooner had she sat at the couch adjusting her hair than the maids were announcing the arrival of one Aemond Targaryen.  

Now here they both were.  Philomena’s parents were out but Aunt Prudence remained to chaperone. She tucked herself as far away as possible near a window with a large lamp lit nearby, pretending to read so as to try to give them some privacy.

  Courteous introductions were made, stiff small talk attempted.  Aunt Prudence made a show of loudly flipping pages to fill the silence, so that the young couple might feel like they were being thoroughly ignored and perhaps open up to each other more.

Philomena did not know what she was supposed to do.  

She felt clumsy and ugly next to Aemond, whose hair seemed to sparkle in the candlelight and whose face looked like it was carved by the most expert of artisans.  His magnificently sculpted jaw tempted her so, she struggled to keep her eyes from simply staring at it the entire time.  

Her own hair was slightly frizzy from having been rapidly combed, wisps of it escaping in front of her ears. It was a rusty, orange color.  Not the beautiful, brilliant red that her mother had.  Certainly nowhere near the gorgeous silver of Aemond’s hair.  How she longed to touch it! To smell it! God must be mocking her, because she had also heard he was an avid writer. Simply put, he was perfect for her.  Too perfect.

Desperate to take her mind off of gawking at him so that he wouldn’t think her a lunatic, she hurriedly offered him some biscuits, which he politely refused. 

“The last thing I wish to be is overzealous, but,” Aemond began. “My uncle has told me about you.  His contacts in publishing say that you are working on…quite a story.”

Philomena frantically looked to her Aunt, who quickly mimed what looked like…writing on paper? 

Show him your book!  What you have been working on! Show him Skyrim!

The scene in the parlor was quite comical.  

Aemond could clearly see Prudence Dankworth furiously miming to her niece and yet she continued with it as though he wasn’t present.  It almost made him laugh but he did not wish to ruin his chances.

Philomena Finch was not everything his uncle had said.  She was so much more.

She had the most alluring, fire-colored hair.  Her face was the perfect shape, with full cheeks and deep brown eyes.  Keeping his one functioning eye on her face was a monumental task, as he longed to slowly drag it over her seductive body. 

Best of all…he had clearly just caught her as she was working on her writing.  Aemond could still see a few spots of ink she hadn’t managed to wash off.  

Aemond let himself think for a moment, gazing at Philomena as she “communicated” with her aunt.  

Writing was his passion.  It soothed him and gave him strength, especially when he had lost his eye.  It was everything to him.  To find a woman who shared his dreams…it was too good to pass up. 

“With writing, you can create anything from nothing, like a god.” his Uncle Daemon had told him once, when he had spiraled into doubting himself again.  “It is your gift, nephew.  Don’t throw it away.  For anyone.  If your future wife truly loves you, she will love all of you.  Do not stop your writing.” 

So Aemond hadn’t.  

He had cultivated it and was on the cusp of publishing his first work, A Game of Thrones. A great deal of people had been disgusted with it…but an equal number had loved it, likening it to a Shakespearean work. His uncle had friends who worked in the book writing world and he told him there was a somewhat similarly violent story in England, also with dragons, about to be published.  It was written by a lady. 

Aemond had begged for a copy of at least a few chapters to read it.  Obtaining it wasn’t difficult for him, being already an author about to release his own book.  

He loved everything about the story. 

Everything the characters felt, he felt.  Really, the similarities stopped at the dragons.  

He longed to walk in the world of Skyrim. To see the babbling brooks of Whiterun.  To wander through caves, fighting his way against hordes of Falmer. Everytime he reread his copy of Philomena’s beginning chapters, he lost track of time.

To have created such a universe…if she could only feel a fraction of that passion for him, as a husband, he would be the happiest man alive.  He knew it. 

His heart was already hers.  It was just a matter of letting her know it. 

“Marry me.” Aemond said, coming out of his thoughts.  Zero hesitation.  Matter of factly. 

Philomena felt like her heart was sliding into her throat as her head snapped to look at him.  Aunt Prudence audibly gasped. 

“Marry me.” Aemond repeated. “We belong together.”

He would be miserable married to her, she just knew it.  If they married, she knew she would love him…how she could possibly love a man that wouldn’t love her back she didn’t know but that was what she felt.  

He would grow to eventually hate her and still she would love him, like a fool. He would try to change her and when she refused, loving him the entire time,  he would hate her.  And it would break her heart.  So that was not going to happen.  It could not happen, because she would not let it. “I don’t know you!” Philomena cried.

“We will get to know each other over the years.” Aemond said, taking her hand. She did not remove it but continued to protest.

“I detest going to balls.” 

“I do as well. I prefer to write.”

“My aunts are a lot to deal with.”

“As is my uncle Daemon.”

“My family is nowhere near as wealthy as yours.”

“No matter.  I stand to inherit more than enough money for the both of us.”

“Well, I often argue.  It’s not my intention but it happens a great deal.” Philomena persisted.

“Husbands and wives will argue.  It's the way of things.” he shrugged, still holding onto her hand.

“I often write very depraved scenes.  I have a few more horrid bits to add to Skyrim.” 

“Did you know incest is featured prominently as a storyline in my own book?”

Undeterred, Philomena barreled on, Aunt Prudence watching in shock from her corner.

“I do not want to have children right away.”

“We have various useful contraceptive methods I can get for you.”

“I often get up at night to write.”

“One cannot control when the muse calls upon you. It’s good to work when you get the inspiration for it.”

“I want to travel.”

“I want the same.  We can go wherever you like first.”

“If any of your family were to insult me, I will not just take it.”

“Understandable.  I love them with all my heart but family can be quite insufferable at times.”

Out of options, Philomena didn't care how pathetic she sounded when she said it but it had to be said. “I am not…as beautiful as you.”

“I do not know what to say to ...that.” Aemond said, rubbing her hand gently.  “Other than youre wrong.  So very wrong.”

Philomena was silent. For once, she did not have words, either on paper or to speak.  What Aemond asked next felt like a dream. Prudence had long since dropped all pretense of reading her book and was watching, jaw dropped.

“May I touch your hair?” he asked.

“I- we are not even betrothed!”

“Aren’t we?”

“Yes…? I suppose...?” she whispered, her own eyes boring into his one.

“Excellent! I’ve been dying to to touch your hair since my uncle told me the color. No one has such a color in Valyria.”

“Very well.” Philomena said with a smile.  “I am right, though.”

Aemond looked puzzled. “Right about what?”

“You are more beautiful than me!” 

He fiddled with her hair, blushing.  “Lies.”

“I would not lie to you!” 

“Arguing with me already?

Prudence Dankworth could contain herself no longer. 

Loudly declaring her congratulations, she ran to hug her niece while Aemond Targaryen finally burst out laughing.

[resi4skz]

CHAPTER 8

Pairing: Christopher Bahng x Aubrey Williams (OC)

Warnings: smut

This is purely fiction! MDNI

"Is everything alright?" Sabrina asks, standing by the non-fiction aisle.

"Mhm," I nod my head, putting new shipment of books in the designated shelves.

"Are you sure? You don't seem fine."

I huff, in annoyance. "I'm fine," I say, firmly. "I wish everyone would stop asking me that!"

"Sheesh, okay." Sabrina backs off and walks away, probably to join Penelope. I sigh, dumping the handful of books on the floor. Why did he have to go and say that?

*1 HOUR EARLIER*

"I love you."

My smile falters and my breathing stops. His thumbs softly caresses my cold cheeks from the cold as he smiles at me, his eyes glossy and his nose turning red from the drop in the weather. "W-what?"

Giving me a small smile, he pokes my nose before he speaks, his voice so gentle and soft. "I said, I love you." So his feelings when he told me yesterday night....are all true? But why me? I'm happy with the way things are right now. "Aubrey, it's okay. You don't have to say it back just because I said it. I can wait. Or rather yet, you don't have to say it all. I'm happy this way. Okay?"

He places his lips on my forehead, lighlty kissing it before he gets inside his car and drives away.

*BACK TO PRESENT*

"Aubrey?" A pair of hands wave in front of my face snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yes? Sorry," I smile at Penelope. Then I hear the commotion coming from the front. "What's going on?"

"It's Georgia."

Hearing her name, I sprint towards the front and the scene that beholds me makes my blood boil. She's tearing book pages, with pages already scattered on the floor and throwing books everywhere. "What the fuck is going on here?"

She stops and turns around, her poker face on display. "Oh, there she is. The woman herself, the bitch that couldn't give my son a child."

Oh, she wants to play it this way? Okay. Game on. "Georgia, I have a question for you." I take a few steps towards her and watch her expression change into something along the lines of anger and fear. "Were you always this dumb or did you also leave your late husband because he couldn't have children?" The audible gasp goes around as her demeanor changes completely.

"You bitch."

"Oh!" I take another step. "That must mean Troy is an illegitimate child? Tsk tsk. Georgia, you naughty girl."

"You bitch!" She takes a step towards me with a clenched fist but I put my hand up, stopping her.

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you," I point to the cameras towards the ceiling as her eyes follows before looking back at me. "I may have been quiet before, Georgia. I may have been the naive woman that your son married but little by little, you and your son shattered that woman a long time ago." Walking towards her, I tuck hair behind my ear as I stare into her grey eyes. I smirk before saying, "I would scram before the cops catch you."

She lets out a small gasp as two cops walk in behind her. "Whoops, too late," I shrug my shoulders as she screams and raises her hand to punch me but one of the cops holds her arm, immediately cuffing her. She screams and thrashes around, getting dragged out of the shop. "What a bothersome," I roll my eyes and bend down, picking up the torn pages. This is going to cost me. My phone rings and I take it out of my pocket. "Aubrey speaking."

"Aubrey, why the fuck did I just get a call from my mother saying she's arrested?"

Oh, great. Another headache. "You know what, Troy? I think it would be better for you to let our lawyers do the talking," I replied.

"How can you do this? To me? To us? Did the 4 years mean nothing to you?"

"Well, let's see," I say, laughing. "The first year you humiliated me in front of your friends about my weight. The second year your mom started her nagging about the baby. The third year, you and your mom started ganging up on me about getting pregnant and the fourth year is when I stopped giving a shit about myself."

Silence.

"My lawyer will be contacting you soon." I hang up, annoyed to the maximum.

I need a break.

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Entering through the door of our shared home, I quickly take off my shoes, coat and tote bag, hanging it on the coat rack. But I was met with silence. "Chris?" No answer. Guess he's still at work. I walk upstairs towards our shared bedroom and make a beeline for the bathroom to take a long bath. I turn on the faucet as the water comes out on full blast and turn it to hot. Quickly, I remove my makeup with a makeup wipe and undress, a chill going through my body from the sudden nakedness. I put a bathbomb in the huge tub and watch it immediately start fizzing.

When the tub is about halfway full, I take a step inside and slowly sit down. I groan as the hot water soothes my aching muscles and let my head drop back, enjoying the feeling with eyes closed. "Fuck, yes." My arms hang low in the water, becoming jelly as a soft moan escapes my mouth. It had been a long time since I've taken a bath. 4 years long.

Strong, firm fingers thread into my long silky hair and start massaging my scalp. Oh man, this is heaven. The thumbs hit a certain spot, I sigh in bliss. If these fingers keep doing their magic, I might just pas-

Wait. Hold on. My arms and hands are in the water so who's fingers are on my head? I open my eyes, I'm met with soft, brown eyes but his fingers doesn't stop. When did he get here? "Hi."

"Hey," he smiles, dumping a decent amount of shampoo in his hands then lathering it in his hands. "Sit up." I sit up as he says and the same fingers are in my hair, massaging the shampoo in. "Feel good?"

I groan in response and I hear him softly laugh. "Your fingers are a work of magic," I reply, with my eyes still closed.

"Well, you would know," he chuckles.

"I didn't realize you had jokes," I joked. Suddenly, he yanks my hair back so my eyes meet his face, upside down. "Hey!"

"You're lucky you're cute," he retorts. "Otherwise, I would've-"

"You would've what?" I cut him off.

He smirks as he grabs my hair, tightening his grip. "I would've bent you over and had my way with you till I had you screaming my name."

My eyes widen at the thought as he lets go of my hair with a smirk. The sudden thought of him bending me over in the bathtub had me squirming in the water and a part of me wanted him to do just that. Jesus. The mouth on this man. The mouth....I touch my warm cheeks and I hear a laugh behind me. Turning around, I cock an eyebrow. "What's so funny?"

"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" He says, reaching for the attached faucet, turning it on.

"No," I lie as he leans my head back and starts rinsing off my hair.

After a few minutes, he shuts off the water and unplugs the bathtub, the water immediately draining. Standing up, I climb out and head for the shower to rinse off my body. When I finish, there's fresh towels sitting on the counter and I smile. Always putting others before him. As I dry myself off, I wrap a towel around my chest and wrap my hair in another. Walking out of the bathroom, I spot my pjs and warm fuzzy socks sitting nicely on the bed. Did he do this for me?

Quickly changing into the pjs, I go to sit in front of the dresser and plug in my hair dryer when he walks in, looking very cozy in his sweats and tanktop. Without saying anything, he takes the appliance off my hands and turns it on. Is he going to dry my hair for me? My heart swells. I don't deserve him. For the next several minutes, the sound of the hair dryer is the only thing plays in the room. His gentle fingers threads through my wet hair making me swoon. He really has magic in his fingers.

The entire time he dries my hair, my eyes are closed as I enjoy his fingers and heat from the heat. I hum whenever I felt a shiver run down my spine from his fingers hitting that certain spot on my scalp and I think he caught on that because he kept doing it. "Chris, if you keep drying my hair everytime I shower, I'm going to pass out right on this chair." I hear the click and the dryer turns off. I whine in protest. "Why'd you stop?"

"Come on. Time for bed."

I pout and he chuckles softly as he bends down, looping his arms under my legs and around my back and I squeak as I'm lifted in his arms. He gently places me on the bed as he walks over to his side and slides in the sheets. I'm half asleep when his arm go around me, snuggling me to his chest. The heat radiating from him lulls me to a very deep sleep.

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*CHRIS' POV*

A few months go by and Aubrey's divorce was almost finalized. But something...something had come between her and I. And I don't know what it was but she had become distant lately. She also had been spending a lot of time with Leanne, which I didn't mind but it was starting to eat away at me when I tried to talk to her and she would just brush it off with an excuse.

I didn't blame her though. After all, I was the one to be blamed for telling I love her. I beat myself for it every day. My phone chimes and I grab it, hopeful it was her. But my smile falters when I see it's Leanna.

L: dude, what did you do to Bri?

C: what do you mean?

L: shes pacing in her office and talking to herself

C: huh? Did something happen?

L: you tell me.

I stare at my phone before cursing at myself. I need to talk to her. I need to see her face to face.

C: is she still there?

L: yeah. As much as i love her and would love to be with her all day, i do have to be somewhere else, chris.

C: can you stick around for 20 minutes?

L: see you in a bit, lover boy

*10 MINUTES LATER*

Okay, maybe I broke a few traffic laws driving over to Aubrey's bookstore but I have one mission for today. I needed to see Aubrey. Sabrina and Penelope greet me as I walk inside and make my way to her office. I see Leanna closing Aubrey's office door. "How is she?"

Leanna crosses her arms and inspects me. "She won't tell me. But whatever it is, fix it," she firmly said.

I could only nod as she walks past me. Standing in front of her door, I take a deep breath before turning the doorknob. "Aubrey?"

*AUBREY'S POV*

I freeze upon hearing my name as I see Chris standing at my office door. "Chris? What are you doing here?"

He walks inside, locking the door behind him. "We need to talk."

"About what exactly?" I huffed, crossing my arms.

"You know what." He steps towards me, close enough for me to smell his smokey vanilla perfume. What is it about this smell that makes my insides go crazy? "I know you have been ignoring me. And I know the divorce is a lot to handle but Aubrey, you ignori-"

"I haven't been ignoring you," I cut him off.

"Then why haven't looked at me once?"

"Chris," I sigh. "I...I don't know if I can do this."

"Do what?"

"This!" I shout, pointing at him and me.

"Why not?" He softly asks. "Don't you feel the same way about me?"

Of course I felt the same way. That's what was scaring me shitless. I thought Troy was everything for me till I found out he wasn't the 'Troy' I supposedly fell in love with. And then there's the man who's standing in front me. The man who's making me feel these emotions that I shouldn't be feeling. He takes another step toward me. "Chris, I can't." I whisper, taking a step back.

He suddenly invades my personal space and cups my cheeks so I'm looking at him. "Baby, tell me. What's bothering you? Is it Troy?" I shake my head, tears threatening to fall. "Then what? Tell me."

"I'm scared," I whisper, tears falling down my face.

"Of what?"

"Losing you," I reply, sniffling. "What if you leave me, too?"

"Pabo," he softly whispers while pecking my lips.

"What was that for?"

"Bri, you're not going to lose me. Not this time," he replies as he crashes his lips on mine. His lips taste like vanilla as his tongue invades my mouth. Oh, how I've missed him. I slide my arms around his neck, threading my hand in his hair. His hands go down my waist and under my butt, lifting me off the ground.

He gently puts me down on my work desk, standing between my legs as his mouth trails down my neck, leaving wet kisses. I moan as he bucks his hips, leaving me breathless. I lean back, putting my hands on the desk as he cups my breast, squeezing it. "Chris." I bite my lip from screaming. "Chris! We can't do this here. Everyone will hear."

He smirks as he slides his hand inside my black pants until he finds my wet core. "Fuck me," I say biting my lower lip. At this moment I want nothing more than him having his way with me.

"Oh I plan to," he says, his voice deep and raspy. He unbuttons my pants and I lift my hips involuntarily so he could take them off. He throws them on the ground and his hand goes to my most sensitive part on my body. He rubs my clit and I clasp my hand on my mouth to keep me from screaming as I feel the familiar knot forming very quickly in my lower abdomen. "Are you about to come?" He asks and I nod as a reply. "Then come." He orders while inserting a finger inside. That's all it takes for me to go over the edge. I arch in his hold, a silent scream escaping my mouth.

I hear the sound of belt hitting floor and I'm suddenly turned around, bent over my desk. I don't get any warning as he thrust into me. I hear him grunt as he unleashes his power on me. I grab the edges of the table relishing the feeling of him inside me. "Yes, yes!" I silently moan, feeling so full. I feel him pull out completely and thrust at full speed, groaning.

"Bri, you're so damn sexy," he groans as he kneads my ass cheeks. "Fuck, your ass is perfect for my hands."

His thrusts are at steady pace with each thrusts moving the desk but I can't think straight. "Christopher." He jerks his hip up a bit making my eyes roll in the back of my head.

"Aubrey, can I?" He asks. I nod in approval and he picks up his pace, his thrusts frantic. "Fuck. I'm going to come."

"Yes!" I cry out.

He grips my waist, digging his fingers into my skin as he keeps driving into me. "Harder," I order.

"Fuck," he obeys the order, the only sound echoing throught the room is his hips slapping against my ass. "I'm going to come." He thrusts a few times before he stills, spilling his frustration inside me making me also come.

He lays on top of me, breathing hard trying to catch his breath. "Fuck, Bri."

I laugh through my breaths. "This room now needs holy water."

He laughs, slapping my ass as I groan when he pulls out. The next few seconds, we collect ourselves and fix our clothes. I turn to face him and he's already looking at me, studying me. "What?"

Instead, he just bends down to my eye level and pecks my lips. "See you at home?"

I smile. "See you at home."

A/N: who else here likes strawberries? 😃

[lucigoo]

calmWriMo-Day 3: 3330 words

So, i finsihed Baginshield-tober - Day 7:Consort.

Yes, im aware its well late, but i want to finish the Bagginshield prompts and they are part of the many Wips im trying to get finished (gone from 46 to 42 in 3 days whoop)

This one is called "So What exactly Is A Consort?" found here one A03

Here is a snippet for you all

“Nope, you have to tell me why you came out here roaring at me Thorin? It was very rude.” Bilbo said with a glare. “Because you are my Consort and I should know where you are.” Thorin retorted. Bilbo looked at him unimpressed. “So, you're my Consort too, yet you don't hear me bellowing at you, do you?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “I also know Bombur and Hezzu don't go kicking off at one another because they are consorts either. Honestly, I married you, not asked you to be my father Thorin.” Bilbo said with a tut as he dismissed his husband and focused on the baby. Completely missing the looks of confusion on his dwarves faces. It was Fili who slowly walked forward, edging behind Bilbo so he could coo at the baby, giving Thorin a cheeky grin at the scowl he aimed at his nephew. “If he keeps scowling at you, FIli, I won't make him his favourite blueberry tarts, he has to learn to use his words like a grown up dwarf.” Bilbo said dismissively, causing all the dwarves to laugh at their King.

[whatisreggieshortfor]

Just a Moment

Tim always thought it would take him years with someone to be ready to marry them. But maybe he was just looking at the wrong person.

Tim x MC

@csmicletters here it is. Our baby.

Tim always figured it would take him years in a relationship to even consider marriage.

When he was with Jen, only a year after leaving the Villa, her father was asking where her ring was. As a joke he had said ‘Mate, I’m a DJ. I can’t afford no ring.’ Jen didn’t speak to him for days, and it still took them another six months to admit to each other that they didn’t think they would actually work out. Tim thanks whoever is out there every day that she approached him about it first.

When he started dating Cameron- it had been a surprise for both of them. It had been another six months since he and Jen split- nearly nine months after Cam had caught Levi out again and left him. She was still Tim’s best mate, and after his break up, because she was moving closer to him anyway for the hospital that took her on, they’d become flat mates. When her birthday came around they’d gone out. And the next morning they woke up in bed together.

Neither of them could remember if they’d actually got it on- and it should’ve been awkward as hell. But, as everything was around Cameron, it was easy. She confessed first, and Tim will always kick himself for making her, but she admitted he’d always been at the back of her mind, in the Villa and on the outside. He’d never been a true believer in love at first sight, but he remembered what he’d said to Miles on that first day. He fancied himself her future husband.

He still figured it would take him years to consider marriage for real.

But still, this was his best mate. Everything was easy with her. She got him in ways no one else did.

Their first date, he took her out for takeaway like they’d talked about with Jake and Rohan, and even though she had said it before he still tried to pay for her- but as Cam is about her principles, she wasn’t having that. She started a random game of tag in the park, tapping some bloke playing football with his mates, and it spread until nearly everyone there was running and trying to avoid being ‘it’. From children, to middle aged adults. Most of them were never sure who actually started the game by the end of it. He didn’t think he had laughed as much in years as he did that night- but that was a thought he had around her more often than not.

He still figured it would take him years.

They were together for six months when he realized maybe the years didn’t matter.

It was an average day. A regular Tuesday. Tim was bringing Cameron lunch like he did every day when he wasn’t working a gig- and then he got a call. Right in the middle of the hospital lobby, halfway to the lifts to get to the surgery floor.

“Yo, lay it on me.”

“Hello, is this Timothy Pritchard? Performer name-“

“Timmy Smalls- yeah, this is him. Can I ask who’s calling?” Tim really didn’t want to get his hopes up.

“My name is Sully Grandon, with Knuckle Recording Studios. We understand you’re a free agent right now, and we were looking to sign you, should you be interested.” The man kept talking, but Tim hardly heard him. He gave his contact email when prompted, so he’d be able to look over the contract before signing. “We’re looking forward to working with you. Have a good day.”

As soon as the line clicked dead, Tim had to stop himself from whooping and cheering, remembering where he was. He didn’t wait for the lift that day, choosing to run the two floors up to Cameron. The nurses saw him coming, already paging her to the station as they cooed, yet again, over how sweet he was to bring her lunch. She rounded that corner, hair falling loosely as she pulled off a surgery cap, and he couldn’t contain it any longer, “Cam, love, you are not going to believe the call I just got!” She pulled him into the break room, eyes expectant as he recounted all he could about the conversation.

She stared at him with a wide grin, “You’re havin’ me on, ya knob. Are you for real?”

“Real as it gets, baby!”

“Oh my days, Tim!” She charged back out into the hallway, “My baby got a record deal!” Cam shouted at the nurses, who broke into a round of applause, having been subjecting to his rapping more than they could count. She looked at him, green eyes bright and shining with excitement and pride, “We’re celebrating tonight.”

And celebrate they did. She took him to the same takeaway place he took her on their first date. Kept telling him she had a secret surprise he’d really enjoy.

He was delightfully surprised when the surprise turned out to be an old school arcade.

After several rounds of skee ball that more often than not ended with them chasing the balls down under tables and behind machines, and a lot of playful insults and kisses in between, they took their measly number of tickets up to the prize counter.

Tim wasn’t sure what made the idea so alluring to him, but he took a ring pop from the prizes and dropped to his knee in front of her, “Cameron Malloy.” She looked at him with a quizzical smile, but made no move to stop him, “Cam, baby, love. You’ve been my best friend since the day we met. You believed in me when no one else did. I can’t wait to have you with me when I go to the top, and I can’t wait to see the amazing things you do. You know I’ve never been the guy people look to for romantic gestures and sweet speeches. But will you take this tasty ring and let me fancy you for the rest of our lives?”

She giggled, light and airy, “You thought you were getting out of this, ya knobhead? You’re stuck with me.” He jumped to his feet, kissing her. “Only you would jokingly propose with a ring pop. But…” she gave him that smile that always dialed his heart up to eleven, nothing but honesty in her eyes, “Just know that when you do it for real, my answer will be the same.”

And it was that moment that Tim knew. Years never mattered. He’d told himself he needed years because it never felt right before. But with Cam? With her it never felt wrong. So his answer was simple. “Then make this one real. I’ll be making proper money now, I’ll get you the best ring I can find. I’ll start looking tomorrow.”

She gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek before grinning mischievously at something over his shoulder, “Who needs something fancy?” She replied, hopping over to a quarter machine and twisting the coin around. She popped open the egg, slipping the ugly plastic band around her finger. “Good thing I have such small hands.”

Tim couldn’t help but laugh, pressing kisses all over her face as the two of them headed home.

That ring only left her finger when she was in the surgical suite. Any other time, she proudly adorned it to her attire like it was the greatest jewel.

A few months later, as the newly ordained Jake asked them to present their rings, Talia handed it to Cam as Rohan handed it to Tim. But Tim surprised her by dropping to one knee right there at the altar, “I told ya I’d get ya a better one, love.” The ring was white gold with intricate gems, none of them diamonds because the two of them were anything but ordinary. “I gotta ask ya again. Cam, will you let me fancy you for the rest of our lives?”

She grinned cheekily at him, as they acted like they weren’t crying more than everyone else in the room, “I told you, ya knobhead. You’re stuck with me.” He pulled the plastic ring off, all it’s fake paint had chipped away but he still stowed it into his pocket. He’d be keeping that forever.

In the end, it did take him years. Years to finally admit he loved her. But to take that love and turn it into forever? It only took a few moments.

Masterlist

[aquanthis]

do you have any fun facts abt any of your wow ocs . 🥹💖‼️‼️

OH YOU BET I DO!!! ty for asking!!! <3 i’ll give a few for a couple different ones because i like talking about them

aquanthis knows flower language, because dreamweaver taught him during his time in ardenweald. he also has a faerie dragon mount that he raised from an egg, named morning glory. lastly, he was the one who created the design for the jeweled onyx panther mount, basing it off of the works of his jewelcrafting master :]

aemara secretly loves making tea, and grows his own garden of herbs for experimenting with blends. he claims it’s all for his alchemy (and some of it is), but he’s not a very good liar. i’ve kept a mug of [Garden Green Tea] in his inventory in-game for as long as i can remember. also, he has a horse named bravery and, more recently, a larion named courage!

zephya has been tinkering with engineering since she was a child. despite being a priestess, she can often be found with oil in her hair and under her nails from working on her robots. her very first robot is named hedgie, and she keeps him around all the time, though he’s a mishmash of parts from all the repairs he’s gone through over the years.

elendron loves lizards more than almost anything in the world. he has a whole menagerie of them and his husband is tired (but loves him enough to tolerate it). i did actually go and catch every possible lizard hunter pet for him in-game. also, he’s a horde deserter and lives out in the woods in elwynn forest.

brighton is actually infamous with gilneans, because he was the driving force behind the riots and unrest regarding the greymane wall. suffice to say, he hates genn, yet he married into the greymane family by accident. whoops! also, he lets his daughter braid flowers into his mane. <3

i want to keep going but it’s late as fuck sooooo enjoy these facts :3 if you want additional info about any of these fools, you can look at my unfinished wow oc carrd which i am determined to finish eventually but that does have some good info! (and if you want any info that’s NOT on there, or about characters i didn’t mention, feel free to send another ask hehehe)

[ja3hwa]

Day 15 : Size Kink - Yunho

「Title」 : Better Than Him

「Word count」 : 3.3k

-> Genre: Smut, Angst, Some fluff at the end.

Paring: Mob Boss!Yunho x Female Reader

[Warnings] : Swearing, Mafia Life. Cheating (don't do this but in this case, it was a good choice) making out, unprotected sex (big no-no) rough sex. Size kink in all areas. Yunho is 6'0, beefy and just a very big boy. Shitty Husband. Reader gets objectified by gross men. Reader cries. Pure filth. Dirty talk. Pet names. Oral (reader receiving) mentions of killing someone. Getting caught. Creampie. Yunho has a big dick and big dick energy. Yunho has a bit of an obsession with the reader. Mingi and Hongjoong are mentioned. Hehe. Let me know if I missed anything.

Note: I went a little overboard with this one...whoops

Read Part Two -> [Here]

February Filth Fest Event Day Calendar

Through a life you had not chosen, you knew from the moment you met your husband. He was a pig in human form. His gaze would linger on your form rather than looking you in the eyes. The first time you met he introduced himself as your soon-to-be. Being the only heir and daughter in one of the largest mafia families had perks, but it mostly brought downfall. Your father warned you, never to fall for anyone. You must keep your family first. Keep them successful. Be married off to another mod boss in order to keep the peace.

That’s how you ended up where you were now. Standing in a ballroom, dressed in the most luxurious clothing and with a tall glass of wine in hand. Your husband―well you are still not married yet but he introduced himself as so―Lucas, kept his hand on the small of your back, not wanting you to wander too far from him. People milled around you, chatting politely in the enormous mansion. You nursed your drink, the plastered smile making your cheeks ache in disgust. You wished to leave his side, be painted as something, anything else other than a wife with no voice.

The famous Jeong Yunho stood across from Lucas. He didn’t have to speak any words for you, or anyone to know he ran the city. He was the definition of power. In an all-black suit, he stood stark in contrast to the plain white and gold theme ballroom and the bright lights of the chandeliers. Lucas wasn’t oblivious to the way Yunho drank you in as he approached the two of you for the first time this evening. He could always catch Yunho sneaking glances every time you all meet at public events. He didn’t mind one bit though. Eye candy was better for business and plus his ego would rise every time someone would eyeball you. He knew he won, the golden prize. You. He cleared his throat, and Yunho regretfully ripped his eyes from your face to look at your husband with a blank expression.

“Babe, Mr Jeong is our host tonight. Be a dear and fetch us more refreshments to say thank you,” Lucas said, squeezing your back, not looking at you for a second. He never really looked at you, unless it was to perv at your form. He didn’t think of you as a human being, you were more of a piece of meat to him. Before you try and politely take your leave Yunho stops you by placing his hand up to rest of your arm in a small unmotivated gesture but it ignited a fire inside the pit of your stomach.

“Thank you. But that will not be necessary.” He clicked his fingers and one of the staff suddenly stood in front of you within seconds, fresh wine already made. He smiled slightly at you for a moment, something he didn’t do until he met you. His enormous hand enveloped around your one. His silver rings indented your skin lightly, making you relish in the feeling of his touch, and he seemed to do the same. Lucas cleared his throat, obviously feeling excluded from the conversation but being a little too stupid to see the lingering glances you were giving Yunho. You rolled your eyes so only Yunho could see, and he shot you an amused wink before turning to your husband.

They began to talk business making you tune out easily at the boring details of work. It became a habit you grew once you became the fiance to a useless man. And now don’t call yourself short for brains. You knew the business far well than most of the men in the room. In fact, you knew more than Lucas and you could —no, you would—do a better job at negotiating than he ever could. But he would never give you such a chance. Again, to him. You were a mere side piece, an object for him to gloat over and make himself more desirable. You watch the conversation unfold, seeing a slight tremor in Lucas’s voice, you could tell that Yunho terrified him. It was clear why, the man practically owned Seoul City and could command a room of mob bosses with a flick of his fingers. 

“It seems I have finished my drink,” you whispered not really caring if anyone heard but to your surprise, Yunho suddenly addressed you personally. Your eyes shot up, full of curiosity as he shot you one of his killer smiles. His voice was deep as he said your name. You loved the way it rolled off his tongue, and you vaguely wondered what else he could do with it. “I hope to see you again...” His gaze held yours as he cupped your hand once again. “Maybe one day I’ll show you my home in more, depth. And If you need anything at all, Mrs Kim, don’t hesitate to find me.”

Your lips curved, pleased at his offer. “Thank you, Mr Jeong. I certainly will.”

“Please, call me Yunho.”

Lucas, once again, cleared his throat, and this time you didn’t even try to hide your annoyance at his neediness. He tried to smile smugly, wrapping his arm tighter around your waist to pull you into him closer for a moment as if he wanted to play the role of a dear loving husband for once. But you tugged off him quickly. God you hated the way he smelt, the cologne he wore was unfaltering and it made your nose cry in pain. Yunho’s eyes narrowed at your husband's actions before shooting you one last smile making you walk off with blushed cheeks, leaving the two to their o’ so important business.

A couple of hours passed slowly, and you had grown tired of the event that still strangely had life to it. Now, having your third glass of Wine, you were still not tipsy enough for your liking. You weren’t an avid drinker by any means, but you had built up quite the tolerance because of these parties. You weaved your way through the crowded room, slinking between guests. You eventually arrive at the set-up bar, not bothering to find another staff with a tray of drinks, instead, you chose to go straight to the source, but what you are met with was much more than another full glass of grape juice.

“You must not be enjoying yourself,” You turned to find Yunho. He walked up to you, his gigantic figure looming over you, with a fresh glass of wine in his large hand just for you.

“What makes you say that?” You asked, peering up at him noting your height difference, blushing slightly as he hands you the drink.

“Alcohol is the only thing that gets me through events I have no interest in attending. I’m assuming it’s the same for you?”

You sighed. “Don’t take it personally, Mr Jeong. I’ve just attended one too many of these parties for them to be interesting anymore. Especially when the company I'm entertaining is also...”

Yunho smirked. “No worries, doll. I understand. I wouldn’t enjoy myself either if that Scumbag’s arm was around my waist, and hand was gripping that ass all night. Seems like you need some better company.”

You snorted, covering your hand with your mouth. You would have been disgusted by the blunt comment about your ass but when it came out of Yunho’s mouth it made a tingle shiver down your spine. “He’s not that bad,” you said, weakly trying your very hardest to defend your husband, but one glare from Yunho had you giggling again. “Okay, he’s an ass. A total ass.” before you could think of another comment or snarky remark Yunho caught you off guard with yet another blunt comment.

“If you were mine, I’d be showing you off to every person in this goddamn city. But not how he does, as if you were an object but as my wife, the person I trust most by my side. ” You stifled a gasp at Yunho’s words. He stared down at you seriously, dark eyes piercing yours with careful curiosity. You had no words, it was as if your fantasies were coming to pass. But how could you possibly think of such a thing when you were already destined to be another's?

“I’m not yours, Yunho” you neatly whispered not trusting your own words.

“No,” Yunho said, narrowing his eyes. “You’re not mine. Yet.”

“Yet?” You gulped, watching his figure lean into your own, covering your body from the crowd and any prying eyes. Your back hit the bar, making you crane your neck to see his face only mere centimetres from your own. Was he always this big?

“Tell me…” His fingertips grazed your goose-bumped skin on your arm. “Tell me you don’t want to be mine. That you don’t want me to shower you with my love. I would give you everything your disgusting husband could never. All you have to do is ask.”

“I can’t.”

“Can’t what?” his voice almost sounded scared, worried you might not let him in, but his heart jumps the moment he heard the next few words leave your gorgeous lips.

“I can’t tell you, I don’t want it. Because I do. It’s all I’ve ever wanted since the day I met you…” That was all it took for Yunho to grab your wrist, hastily pulling you away from the bar, abandoning your drink and everything you had to go back to. He did not care about the side eyes he got or how some of the women you passed started to whisper. All you cared about was him and what he was going to do to you. He pulled you into an empty hallway and immediately pushed you against the wall. Your heart was beating so fast as he snaked an arm around your waist, breath tickling your face as your fingers flew up to pull on his dark hair. He growled into your mouth as he clashed his lips against yours, moving his body with your own. One hand cupped your ass in the same place Lucas would put his, but it felt different. You didn’t want to push away from the contact, instead, you wanted more. You moaned pathetically into his mouth, and he seemed to like it, shoving his tongue inside, dancing it across yours.

“Yunho,” you said, pulling back. Your lips were already swollen, and Yunho felt his chest leap at the sight. You were perfect. “I need…” Yunho nodded, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your neck and across your collarbone, letting his hands grip at your hips tightly, pulling your body flush against his own so you could feel his erection against your stomach. Fuck, he was so much bigger than you, it made your knees weak.

“I know, Darling, I know. Not here though. Come with me.” He pulled you through the halls and it wasn’t long before the two of you were in what you assumed to be his private sitting room. Or is it a study? You couldn’t take much care of the details hearing the fireplace roar dully while seeing a blanket draped over an expensive-looking emerald couch. Yunho wasted no time in hoisting you up onto his waist, then carefully dropping you onto the velvet couch, his body slotting on top of yours. Your stomach was cluttered with emotions, your head running wild with overthinking thoughts. Lucas had never treated you with so much attention and care. Let alone any real care at all. You couldn’t remember the last time anyone had kissed you like this. Then again, you remembered, you’d never been with someone else other than Lucas before this. Feeling love slipping from Yunho, it was like your first time all over again. But this time it felt right. Not some dirty transaction of body fluids. But actual love-making a husband would do to his wife... Yunho seemed to read your mind. “Never been treated like this, huh, my love?”

You shook your head weakly feeling as if you were about to cry. “N-no.”

Yunho growled against your skin. “Fucking immature little boy who doesn’t know how to treat a woman like you. Can’t believe I’ll be the first to ruin you completely. Not that I’m complaining. I bet that little fucking excuse for a man couldn’t get you to bed properly” he said with a shit-eating grin, his tongue lapping your neck. He pulled back to look at you in your eyes. “Has anyone ever tried this sweet pussy baby?” Your eyes widened at his filthy question covering your mouth with your hand you mewled a little, No, to his reply.

Yunho smiled devilishly. “So let me get this straight. You’re saying I’m gonna be the first one to taste you. Have you come on my tongue? Jesus Baby. You are spoiling me right now.” He groaned, and without warning he hooked his fingers on the hem of your pants, pulling them down as well as your panties. But not before he slowly slid off your heels giving your ankles a little kiss while doing so. You were dripping for him, some of it leaking onto the expensive couch already. He licked his lips, running a finger through you, loving everything he was witnessing.

You moaned, bucking into his touch. He slowly inserted two fingers into you before pulling them back out, then pushed it in again a little more harshly. His fingers were huge, making you wonder if you were struggling with his fingers, how would his cock feel deep inside you. He lowered his mouth to you, giving you a chance to feel his hot breath on your folds before diving in. You felt sparks fly across your skin as his mouth finally touched you. He groaned, lips moving and sucking across your clit as his tongue moved in unison with his fingers. He continued his assault until you were writhing against him, practically shoving your hips into his face for more friction. He took it all, gripping your hips with a bruising force. It wasn’t long before you were coming undone, sparks flashing across your eyes as you tensed and twitched. Yunho didn’t give you a second to recover before he was freeing himself from his suit pants. He was enormous, you could see his cock throbbing from where you laid. You gulped, eyes widening with worry. He is definitely not going to fit.

“It’ll fit, don’t worry, Darling. You might be tiny compared to me, but I’ll make you’re stuffed nicely,” he said with a laugh when he saw your shocked expression. “Cause I’ll make you fucking filled when I’m done.” He stroked himself a few times before lining up with your entrance, slowly pushing the engorged head into you with an audible pop. You gasped at the sensation, your mouth forming a perfect ‘o’ as he shoved himself in. His eyes screwed shut in bliss when he bottomed out. His hands gripped the back of your thighs, pushing them to either side of you so he could start his thrusts slow but deep.

“So fucking tight, did your pathetic husband even fuck you? Fuck, are you crying baby? Am I that big for you?.” He hoisted both of your legs over his broad shoulders, finding a new angle to pound into you from.

“God, you feel so good,” You whined. “Oh shit, you’re so big Yuyu...” He lost control hearing the nickname slip off your tongue, snapping his hips roughly. He was going to ruin you if it was the last thing he did.

“That’s it, sweetheart. All mine, aren’t you? Yeah, you’re fucking mine. I was made for this pussy.” Your fingers clawed his covered back, tugging at his dress suit jacket. His thrust were inhuman, becoming faster and harder each time he pushes inside of you. “Never gonna let that fucking douchebag, pathetic piece of shit ever touch you again,” he panted. “I’ve got you now.” He kissed your neck, then your jaw, before kissing you on your soft lips.

“I only want you, I’m yours,” you moaned, feeling an unfamiliar white heat inside of you, coiling around your stomach. “Y-Yunho I can’t I-I take… fuck, you’re so big.”

“You can take it, I know you can because you’re my good girl, right? You want to be my good girl don’t you?” You nodded against him, tightening your grip. He snarled into your neck as his hips began to snap into you with a roughness you already knew you would come to crave every day and night. “you coming, Baby?” Yunho said, feeling your tightness around him, “I need to feel you come around my cock. Please."

You didn’t have to hear him twice as you came around him, moaning so loudly you thank the party was loud enough to conceal any noise. Yunho wasn’t far behind, stuttering and shoving himself as deep into you as he could reach, spilling his hot white seed into you. His thrusts wore slower before finally coming to a halt. You both took a minute of catching your breath, Yunho moved off you, watching himself slip out of you before his cum began to leak out after.

He picked your underwear off the floor before shoving them in his pocket with a smirk. He then pulled your pants back up your legs, readjusting your heels and smoothing your hair, whispering just how well you did for him. He made sure you were presentable, even though you looked beautiful at any moment, especially when you were fucked out on his cock. But that was a visual just saved for him. You felt a blush creep up your cheek you wanted to speak, but it didn’t last as the doors to the room burst open, making you jump up in fright.

Lucas stood there, his fists clenched at his sides. “What the fuck is going on here?” He snarled, stalking over to you. Before he could get too close, Yunho stood. He absolutely towered above Lucas, coming in between you and him.

“I’d watch yourself if I were you, Mr Kim,” he spoke. His voice was deadly calm and his expression showed nothing.

“You just fucked my wife you bastard.” he spat straight in Yunho’s face making him suddenly see red.

“Remember who you’re speaking to.” Yunho got straight into Lucas's space, his deep voice growling lowly.

Lucas audibly gulped quickly giving up, but he peered around Yunho and glared at you. “Fine. Come on, we’re going home. damn slut,” he said backing away from the larger male but Yunho lunged forward, grabbing Lucas by the collar and lifting him off the floor with ease.

“You don’t get to fucking speak to her like that,” he growled. “She’s not your wife. And I vow that you’ll be begging for death once I’m done with you.” Yunho threw Lucas onto the floor and he scrambled backwards, staring up at the mob boss with clear terror in his eyes. Yunho turned around, kneeling beside you and pulling your hands into his large ones. “Come with me, Darling. Let’s get back to the party shall we.” You nodded, tucking yourself into his side as he guided you out of the room, and back towards the main hall.

“So, you were really serious about me being yours?” You said, gazing up at Yunho curiously not even worrying about how two very scaring-looking men that Yunho called Mingi and Hongjoong entered the room that you left Lucas in. 

“Damn right,” he replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I gotcha now, My love. And I ain’t letting go.”

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[indigowallbreaker]

Seteth. Thoughts?

My general thoughts & opinions on them

Big fan of dragon dad who is desperately trying to appear as human brother! Mother hen to everyone from Flayn to Felix, casually talks to giant birds and turtles, writes kids story-- what's not to like?

Favorite moment of theirs

His entire attitude shift while Flayn is kidnapped always breaks my heart. That's why my favorite moment is the next chapter, when he organizes a fishing tournament just so Flayn can have all the fish she could ever want. In particular, I like this exchange:

Seteth: I have something to ask of you. Byleth: Leave it to me. Seteth: I have not even told you what my request is yet! Well, fine.

A close second is at the end of his and Flayn’s supports when they address each other by their Real names. They deserve to be themselves... :,)

Favorite support chain

Seteth and Bernadetta’s supports are just so sweet :3 Making a book together and Bernadetta basing Saint Cichol’s appearance on Seteth. It’s adorable~

My dream FEH alt for them

Seteth NEEDS a winter holiday alt. He’s a winter baby! You don’t get to celebrate his birthday in-game! It could not be a better match!!

Headcanons and/or ships I have

I like to think, in either a modern AU or an immortal modern setting, Seteth publishes children’s books as his main job instead of a side gig. It suits him <3 

As for ships, I’m a big fan of Male Byleth/Seteth but any Byleth/Seteth will do. Also Seteth/Jeralt. Shhhhhh...

Favorite art of them

Undoubtedly my favorite art (it’s a gif but it counts) of Seteth is this by tuinendraws [ https://indigowallbreaker.tumblr.com/post/628548004997120000/this-was-supposed-to-be-a-panel-for-a-comic-but ] 

[themultifandomgal]

John Shelby- Arranged Marriage

The Shelby brothers, a name you had heard of before, but never met the men behind the name. Until today. Your father is marrying you off to John Shelby. It was either you or your younger sister Esme and so to protect her from this group of awful men you decided that you would marry John Shelby

"You look beautiful dear" your mum says walking into your dressing room

"Thanks I guess" you huff not wanting to get married. You were as they say 'a wild on' your father hoping that this marriage would calm you down a bit, that a Shelby would calm you down

"I know you aren't happy about this, but you will be taken well care of"

"That's not the point mum. Let's just get this over and done with" you stand from your vanity and walk out of your room. Outside a car is waiting for you with your father already sat in the back

"YN, my daughter. You will listen to what your husband tells you and do as he says. Be the perfect wife. Understand?"

"Yeah" you cross your arms sitting in the back of the car with your father.

The wedding itself went rather quickly, thankfully for you John was actually quite handsome, but if he thinks your going to be the obedient wife that stays home with the kids he will have another thing coming. Right now your sat on Johns lap watching everyone around you dancing. His sister Ada is drinking a lot and she's heavily pregnant

"Should your sister really be drinking and dancing that much?" you ask John who's nursing a whisky

"Fuck knows. She won't listen to any of us"

"Come and look YN. Come and look at the family you've joined. Come and look at the man who runs it" Ada shouts at me while John older brother Tommy is stood in front of her "chooses his brothers wives. He hunts his own sister down like a rat and he tried to kill his own brother in law" Ada yells. You get up off Johns lap, John getting up behind you 

"Ada that's enough" Arthur, the oldest of the Shelby's now tries to calm her down

"And now he won't even let me have a fucking dance. Not even at a fucking wedding"

"Ada calm down" Polly says holding her

"Sit her down" John tells his aunt

"Holy shit. Water. Right get her in there" Polly points to one of the cars

"Bloody hell Ada you pick your times" John says annoyed

"She can't bloody help it" you nudge your new husband

"I'll go with her. I've delivered babies before" Esme tells the Shelby family

"Well boys let's go to the Garrison to celebrate our two new Shelbys" Arthur shouts

"I'll drop YN off home first"

"Err no I'm coming with you" you frown at John who reluctantly agrees.

"I bloody love this woman" Arthur points to you downing yet another drink

"You did good Tommy"

"Just don't fucking cheat on her, you'll loose you dick"

"Esme" you scold. She came over to the Garrison to let us know Ada had her baby, Karl

"Good luck with her John. She's not one you can control. That last guy who courted her ran away crying"

"Ok ok that's an exaggeration" you laugh taking a drink from your sister

"It's not at all. He had blood dripping from his nose" Esme laughs "she's a tough one our YN. Treat her right John and she'll treat you very well" Esme winks

"Well boys I think YN and I should be going home. We probably wont see you tomorrow" John gets up and takes your hand and you both walk out of the garrison with Johns brother whooping and yelling. Walking down the street it's quiet

"I know I'm seen as the wild one in my family, and yes in a way I am. But also Im not very experienced when it comes to... ya know errm..."

"Sex?"

"Yeah" you breathe out "as in not at all. I guess everyone thinks I would be because I never corrected people"

"Look we don't have to do anything tonight"

"What if I said I did?" you stop in the street and look up at John his eyes looking into yours

"Then I'll do this" he leans down to kissed you, obviously you kiss back

"Just don't control me or tell me what to do. I might be your wife, but I'm no man's property. I'm your equal"

"Ok" he breathes out and kisses you again. John then lifts you up making you squeal, takes you to his home where you end up in his bed with no clothes on. Maybe you just actually thank your dad for that man you've ended up with.

[dantelionwishes]

life is full of ups and downs downs downs downs dow

loredump under the cut. not kidding when I say its gonna be long!

oh shit you actually clicked keep reading thank you for your interest 😭😭😭

YOU KNOW THE DRILL tw // suggestive dont read ahead if youre uncomfortable with the topic of aphrodisiacs! 

MIDDLE SCHOOL 

before anything, I gotta explain he was born to parents who had an infatuation quirk (makes them hardcore fall in love with you) and an infection quirk (transmits a virus via saliva)  

developed his quirk late, since they usually get it by the time kids are four 

most people knew him as quirkless before the first incident 

in middle school, his class was preparing for a school play, he and his classmate got cast as the main lead prince and princess 

coincidentally, they both had a crush on each other and had a scene where they kissed

technically they weren’t supposed to, since its just a play, but one time they were practicing in private and wanted to try kissing “for real”

so they shared a super giggly cute middle school first kiss but well UNFORTUNATELY FOR HIM HIS QUIRK HAD WELL DEVELOPED– 

BADABING BADABOOM YOU HAVE AN IMAGINATION USE IT

the only way for the quirk’s effects to go away is to come at least once or pleasuring yourself until it goes away

I DO NOT WANT TO IMAGINE IT BUT. IMAGINE BEING A TEACHER AND FINDING A MIDDLE SCHOOLER WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING TO HER AND AN ADULT IS FORCED TO TELL HER HOW TO MAKE IT GO AWAY LLLLIKE–

rip now that I’m thinking abt it, I don’t even think anybody would even kNOW HOW TO MAKE IT GO AWAY so lets imagine she painfully stays that way until they figure out how to make it stop :^(

there’s a big fight that happens between the teachers, principal, and parents of both parties 

of course the crush’s parents got mad and called their kid a fuckin uhhhhh sexual predator or some shit despite also beING THE SAME AGE AND NOT EVEN KNOWING ABT HIS OWN QUIRK LIKE HELLLO

obviously an incident like this is going to spread like wildfire but the principal does not want something like this to leak, especially since it was not on purpose and was a total accident 

the other kid’s parents and some teachers did not feel comfortable however, and sato was forced to drop out

but not wanting to spread the gossip about their son’s quirk and the incident, they leave the town and move someplace else

thankfully, the principal gives the sato family his good grades and a recommendation to a decent highschool for the trouble

they’re originally from osaka, but moved to tokyo 

this is where they start taking precautions with sato, basically teaching him to be careful with his saliva 

it was easily taught and learned esp since the mom was already like that around him and others everyday anyway!! she has to take care of her saliva-based infection quirk, after all 

HIGH SCHOOL

he got enrolled into a regular highschool in tokyo

no hero course, no support course, no business, just a regular ol’ school

if before, he loved surrounding himself with people, this was where he was forced to develop a lonely disposition to protect himself and others

at least his parents were very protective and supportive of him and they were generally a happy family!

but in school, pretending to be quirkless was just as difficult, getting bullied or pitied for having no special abilities 

his excuse for wearing a mask all the time was because his mother had a virus-related quirk, and had to be careful 

one day his dad was suddenly got really, really sick

the more he had an excuse to wear a mask because he didnt want to get whatever disease his father started to develop 

sato started thinking it could be his mother (but why?) the results didn’t say anything about an unknown virus killing him (which is his mom’s quirk), and that his father really did contract a strong yet very normal disease 

while on his second year in highschool, his father, yozo sato, died 

apparently, without him knowing anything about his parents, his mother, oba sato, was actually under the dad’s infatuation quirk this whole time

she realised she wasn’t really in love with him when oba had accidentally allowed a drop of her saliva to fall into the meal she was making him, making him sick, and therefore making him weak enough to deactivate his quirk on her 

oba, back in her college years, wanted to marry someone else but yozo, who had a crush on her wanted her to himself, used his quirk to make him fall in love with her 

so in revenge for making her put up with him all these years to the point of marriage and having a kid, she continued to do this to his food 

her quirk doesn’t make anybody sick enough to die, but it made her husband’s immune system weak enough to the point that it contracted a real, serious disease which he ended up dying from instead 

sato only finds out the real story when he graduates from highschool, days right after his graduation the mom confesses it all 

she does say she truly loves him, but can’t stay around him knowing he was technically “unconsensual love”

sato gets reminded of what his quirk does, and true enough, that’s what him and his quirk turned out to be (a sick combination of his mom and his dad) 

they cant bear to be around each other after that revelation and decide to just not see each other again 

COLLEGE YEARS

he enrolls into an education course, inspired by the kind principal who helped him finish his middleschool-highschool education when it all started going downhill 

sato struggles paying for his college fees esp since he doesn’t exactly have his parents supporting him anymore, nor any contact with immediate family 

he has a lot of part time jobs that go all around the clock, he continues pretending to be quirkless so he gets bullied, and has to deal with all that emotional baggage plus being alone so…….clearly my man is TIRED as hell 

his side job hustles include: convenience store cashier, bookstore attendant, bar bouncer, and rookie gym trainer (he went to the local gym long enough for him to get recommended a job as a trainer)

college was that point where he starts developing a hardcore yearning for a companion because oh my god hes so lonELY (but cant)

ANYWAY SO

there’s this bully guy who always picks on him in college (for being “quirkless” and a loner and overall a fuckin weirdo with a mask)

tbh sato doesnt really give a shit he’s so used to it but he doesnt have his mother as an excuse to wear the mask anymore, this is where he starts forming the “I have bad breath” excuse 

“口臭い” (kuchi kusai) translates to “bad breath” or “stinky mouth” so sato unlovingly gets nicknamed “kusato”

one day he’s walking around the campus at night and finds the bully with his gang cornering another quirkless student, with plans of assaulting her 

sato was never the hero type, and was about to ignore the commotion as to not get involved, but something in him moved on its own and he found himself face to face with the gang 

he confronts them, but the bully mocks both him and the girl for not having powers to stop them anyway 

SIKE BITCH sato’s able to easily strike the other two guys, knock them off their feet enough to be able to tug the to-be victim aside, telling her to report them, before asking her to run away as fast as she can

none of the guys want that (they’re all students) so they have a full on brawl (and this isnt hero academy, its a totally normal university so I wouldn’t assume these guys had very impressive quirks)

except the main bully actually has a pretty decent quirk (he’s like a kinda half human half dragon with sharp claws, scales, and dragon eyes) and gets to injure sato with his sharp claws, seriously injuring his face

a part of his ear is also sort of sliced off, which is how his mask gets accidentally removed in the process 

the dragon bully grabs him by the collar and starts angrily shouting at him for ruining his night, being able to do all this shit without a quirk and all and all other derogatory speech 

“Well? what do you have to say for yourself?!“ 

Sato stays silent before spitting right into the bully’s mouth 

The bully drops him immediately, about to angrily fuck him up for doing something super fucking gross but WHOOP WHOOP YOU KNOW WHATS BOUTTA HAPPEN the quirk works immediately and the bully is a TOTAL MESS on the ground 

Im going to TLDR this part cos its…obviously nsfw but like: sato fully embarrasses him in public (beside the bully’s two colleges nonetheless) 

sato stays in the hospital for some time to heal from his wounds 

fortunately, afterwards, the bullies all get expelled 

unfortunately for sato, he also gets expelled for engaging in bad behaviour, and the bully did say what happened to him (and the college principal did not want his…dangerous quirk on campus) so as to lower any incident, all four were expelled 

at least without having to pay for college fees anymore, he could fully focus on paying for food, shelter, and clothes 

minus of course the hospital bills needed to pay plus he got a sick ass scar from it anyway HAHAHAHA BSDJHJRHDHF

ADULT LIFE

he had a lot of jobs here and there, but was more or less doing best as a trainer at a local gym where people weren’t allowed to use their quirks and strengthen their body regularly 

a few years went by and he eventually shrugged off everything that happened in his final college years but one day someone familiar walked into the gym! It was the fellow college student he saved!!!

she became a policewoman who wanted to get stronger in this quirkless friendly gym and hadn’t given up on her dreams of being a “hero,” inspired by how sato saved her that day

sato never really saw himself as some hero, he was left many nights alone thinking about how easily he could become a villain with his quirk, so hearing that really made him happy 

he trains her as her gym coach and she eventually asks him to join her patrol this small part of the city from a gang that was currently going around doing crimes since he’s good at it anyway, saying she could use some extra hands hehe

so yeah!! he does this side gig with her where he patrols alongside her looking for gang crimes and such c:

AND ONE DAY. [WISTFUL SIGH] ONE DAY. HE FINDS SOMEBODY GETTING MUGGED BY A GANG MEMBER AND SAVES………A CERTAIN MAN–

thank you for reading all the way here!!!

feel free to ask for questions or for any clarifications 😭😭😭!!!!!!

[captmickey]

POV + Dinner with the Marleys

There was with good reason Elaine Marley-Threepwood had refused any and all contacts with her parents. From the lack of presence in her life to constantly asking for money from her grandfather (whom they so unceremoniously decided to drop her on his lap), she wanted absolutely nothing to do with them. 

And after watching them tear her new husband into shreds by daring to insinuate he was a paid escort, it made her blood boil.

But she had to constantly remind herself why she was even here in the first place, why she would even give them the privilege of being in the same room with her… and it was her husband. Were it up to Elaine, she wouldn’t have bothered, she wouldn’t have even indulged in the idea of seeing them for as long as she lived. But Guybrush… Guybrush insisted. Guybrush really wanted to meet her parents. His new In-Laws.

Undoubtedly wanting some semblance of normalcy that he was so heavily denied since the day (night) he washed ashore to Melee Island.

So if sucking it in and playing ‘pretend family’ was what she needed to do so he could get a glimpse of what married life was like, then she’ll do her part and then some. 

(Though she did make a mental note that after this, never again does she want to see her parents.)

“I uh… I don’t… I don’t know.”

And yet… she felt like she wanted to flip the table, to scream and shout and make sure her parents felt hurt with how they were grilling Guybrush now at the dinner table. He was shrinking his chair as their gaze was piercing through him. 

“Don’t know? How do you not know where you’re from? Everyone knows where they’re from, only a nitwit doesn’t know where they’re from.” Her father mocked.

It wasn’t his fault, it wasn’t Guybrush’s fault that his memories eluded him, that aspects of himself was just… impossible to reach, to examine like anyone else. There were bits and pieces here and there, some he remembered with absolute clarity while others…

Others were gone. 

And that was before he vanished into that abyss back when he searched for Big Whoop. When he came back, more memories were taken, more memories were now even sealed away as she had learned the hard way when she asked him for any more details of his past. He tried to remember, he truly did, but when pushed too hard…

Guybrush was turning white, looking away from the table. “I-I suppose so, Mr. Marl–”

Stop it.

“Clearly you’re not from England, are you perhaps from Lucre Island?”

He was thinking… he was trying to remember but it was clearly straining him too much. “N-no, not, I’m not… I think.”

Elaine was nearly certain the fork in her grip was bending. 

“Blast it all, boy, it’s a yes or no question.” He damn well nearly snarled.

Leave him alone!

“Dad, please…!” She threatened, disguising it as a plea. She was more than ready to grab Guybrush and leave, not turn back and even give them another word from her lips. He didn’t deserve this treatment, he didn’t deserve this grilling.

Her father just raised a brow her way, he said nothing, but she could feel the belittling tone loud and clear. “What? I’m just asking.”

“Really, it’s not a hard question.” Her mother joined in, sounding pleased with herself almost.

But it is, you moronic monsters. She thought. It is a hard question to ask someone like Guybrush who would love more than anything to know where he was from as well. She looked over at her husband, trying to steady his own breathing, undoubtedly trying to calm that infamous wit of his. Ever willing to play the part of a good Son In Law. It… it hurt her seeing this.

“I… I um… see, the thing is,” he began, trying to speak as slowly and as clearly as he could, almost like he was hoping the next few words he chose would be a good enough answer, “I don’t remember– rather, I don’t know where I’m…” he was frowning, shrinking further and further into his seat, “I don’t… know where I’m from…”

A scoff. Her father could only scoff. Were he any normal man, a kind and caring father, he would be sympathetic, apologize for his behavior, understand that perhaps this was a topic best to drop. But no… instead he scoffed, and her mother was no better as she joined in. The two began to mock and belittle, slamming the metaphorical hammer into Guybrush until he looked like he’d rather be anywhere else but here…

…that was until her mother laughed that he might as well be from the circus.

It was a topic Elaine had yet to fully understand, the topic of his time in Big Whoop, but ever since he returned from there, the sights and mentioning of circuses sent him into a state of panic. Moments where he’d vanish all together in those catacombs of convoluted memories, and she would have to find a way to bring him back. And the way to do that, as she was learning, was to have him physically feel and hear her. Have him understand where he was as opposed to where he thought. 

And in that moment, at that table, she swiftly moved a hand over his, giving it a tight squeeze to pull him back before he went away any further.

“Guybrush… I’m here.” She whispered, just enough for him to hear, giving another small squeeze. “Breathe… focus on this. I’m here.” 

When she saw the fog in his eyes that threatened to cover his sight slowly leave, he looked her away, clinging to where he was… even if it was unfortunately at her parents. When she saw his shoulders sag, realizing where he was, she gave a soft smile and asked permission to tell his story to her horrific parents. 

Because if they weren’t going to listen to his words, they sure as hell were going to listen to her’s.

[clubatsumu]

thaw

Eventually, talk is heard about Uzumaki Naruto marrying Haruno Sakura.

Konoha’s paint may be fresh, foundation new, but gossip remains speedy. It still spreads around like sound through water, moving through shop to stall to market like a quick-acting cold.

Ino gets a hold of it first, she claims, only an hour after it begins. In truth, it is Shino who hears about it from the Academy where he is shadowing for an instructor position. Shino doesn’t speak, and like colds gripping people who do not open their mouth, it lives and dies with him.

“Hmm?” Ino says to Himeno-san, old now like she didn’t use to be, coiffed in pearls too tight around her rather masculine neck. “Sakura and Naruto? What? Why? How ?”

It could work, she thinks, but it would be the type of marriage where they might as well be eunuchs. Or monks. Naruto as a monk. Ino snorts without meaning to.

“Wouldn’t it be nice? Sakura-san is so intelligent, and Uzumaki-san is the son of the Fourth -- they’re good friends already, I hear. When Uzumaki-san gets appointed soon, I’m sure, she’ll make a wonderful wife.”

Ino is almost offended; she has to hear wonderful and wife in the same sentence as Sakura’s name. Ino vehemently believes she would make a better wife than fucking Sakura , of all people, whose mother goes around saying she’s a contemptible slob. Yet no one has said Ino, you would make a wonderful wife. People will compliment just about anything these days, give prizes to all participants, even the ones who suck. She snips a rose bud at the head. “Whoops.”

She casts Himeno-san a saccharine smile and takes out another one from the bucket. Civilians have a nasty habit of butting their heads in places where it doesn’t belong. But, in hindsight, Sakura has been rather celebrity-like lately, with everything she does with the health sector. And Naruto’s been the village outcast until people found out he was the Fourth’s son, now he’s been draped in valor -- a prodigy from a prodigious family, that kind of bullshit. And Ino often sees them together, walking back from the Hokage tower late at night. But that’s only because --

“Himeno-san, I don’t think Naruto and Sakura are getting married. Ever.”

The woman looks surprised. Ino wraps her bouquet to take to her husband’s grave this week with sure hands. “Do you know them?”

“Not really,” Ino says, trying to be the bigger person. “I only taught Sakura how to measure her bra size. Naruto does his laundry here sometimes, when his machine breaks down.”

Himeno-san looks at Ino with a newfound curiosity.

Ino breathes. “We were in the same class at the Academy. I beat out both of them in the rankings.”

“Then what about -- what a waste --”

.

Ino goes to report back to Sakura all details of the encounter. Sakura points angrily at the STAFF ONLY sign at the back of the hospital, squatting on her heels and looking at a single stick of cigarette with her brows furrowed. Ino fishes her flower shop apron for a lighter, handing it to her as she squats down to her level.

“I don’t need it,” Sakura says distractedly.

Ino sneers. “Are you going to just look at it like a pathetic prohealth asshole?”

Sakura shifts, looks at Ino with a blank, almost confused stare. “I’m a medic…?” she says incredulously, like she can’t believe she actually has to say it. “I am … ‘pro health’...?”

“Asuma-sensei always said you should never leave a cigarette unlit for too long.”

The battlefield killed Asuma before his busted left lung did, Sakura knows all too well. She’d been the one who autopsied his body when it was brought back after that horrifying encounter with the Akatsuki unit that wouldn’t die. “He went through three packs a day.”

“Three and a half when he was annoyed with us because we slacked off.” Ino has a far away look everytime she talks about him and her father, like she’s trying to summon them from memory alone. Sakura wants to squeeze her tight and thank her for making it out alive, but Ino snaps her fingers before she can. “Oh well, let me light that for you, else he’s going to haunt me for letting you waste it.”

“I told you, I don’t need a lighter.”

Ino narrows her eyes. “Have you finally cracked, Forehead?”

Sakura hesitates for a moment. Palpable, uneasy hesitation coats the slum they’re in, along with the putrid, overly sharp smell of medical waste. She looks at her best friend, the blue of her eyes. Ino must have come here to gossip, but kept it to herself when she saw Sakura looking out of sorts.

“Watch,” Sakura says softly. She moves her hand in single seals -- boar, horse, tiger. Softer than the gust of wind that drifts along the twilight painting the back of the buildings a muted shade of bruised violet, Sakura says -- katon and blows a thin line of fire at the cigarette at her eyesight. Clean fire, thin and concentrated. Ino has seen fire types, but this one blows blue at the crown of the lips -- hotter, cleaner, like a jutsu that’s been studied and passed along for generations.

Ino’s own eyes widen, fire disappears, and the stick starts burning, tip turning ashen in a familiar crumble. “Does this mean--”

“Are you surprised?” Sakura asks, pressing it to her lips, taking a long drag.

Ino laughs manically. She breathes through her nose the bitter scent of the smoke, the afternoon. Sakura hands her the stick, shaking off the ash halfway. Ino takes it, inhales long and hard and deep as it cools her chest, then passes it back. She breathes out, blinking, looking at the shadows creeping larger and larger. “No, actually. The last thing I am right now is surprised. This is so typical of you, you tenacious bitch.”

Sakura laughs, and Ino likes that she is happy, although she does feel sorry for Sasuke who decided to live the rest of his life with this neurotic freak with anger issues, and ah, who could forget -- contemptible slob.

.

Team Seven has been Naruto and Sakura looking for Sasuke for longer than it has been Naruto, Sakura and Sasuke .

Then there is Sai, a constant reminder of his absence. The presence of Sai implies the absence of Sasuke. He has called Sasuke a traitor -- which is… fair, actually -- and all its other forms: a betrayer, a treasonist, and a personal favorite for its heavy candor, a terrorist. The council and the elders could never be so direct. What Sasuke gets when they run each other prepares him for whatever names the older hags call him: a disappointment, a liability, a waste of resources. He takes them all in stride, knowing his bootleg replacement could do a better job at making him feel like shit in mud.

Sasuke is so painfully self-aware to the point that it becomes debilitating -- and he does hear things. He’s heard things in that dirty cell after he turned himself in, in the hospital room where they let him recover, outside the council halls as he was waiting for his turn for a hearing, on the streets when shops are closing in the night and the light dwindles from the street.

He hears that Uzumaki Naruto plans on marrying Haruno Sakura from, funnily, Haruno Sakura herself. “Just in case, you know. It might reach you, and you’ll think, huh, odd, I haven’t heard about this during the last dinner they dragged me to. ”

Sakura makes a horrible impression of him. She makes her voice deeper and her eyes narrower, purses her lips like she’s swallowed vinegar. It’s mind boggling how she fails and yet remains lovely. Sakura is lovely, probably the loveliest, as she so insists. The loveliest flower of the loveliest season, don’t you think, Sasuke-kun? Aren’t I soft and delicate? To which he answered, You’re a tree, and she didn’t talk to him for an entire day.

Sakura is lovely, and Naruto is a hero -- apparently, whatever, he’s still the village idiot beneath all those ‘honorary councilman’s and other stuffy titles, in Sasuke’s opinion -- and they… will marry, apparently?

So because Sakura is lovely and Naruto is a hero, Sasuke almost wishes it were true.

“I told him that I loved him. It was right before we found you in the Iron country.”

All he sees is the crown of her head now, the swirl where her hairline starts. Sakura’s hair is a darker shade at the roots, akin to the sprinkles of moles at the harsh planes of her back, a light brown that almost dissolves into skin. Unconsciously, he grips her tighter, closer to his body, because he may know he doesn’t deserve this -- being in her bed, her room, her apartment unit, breathing the same air as her, accepting her affection -- but he is still, at the very root of him, as Sai will call him the next time they see each other, a selfish pig.

“Huh,” Sasuke says. “And did he believe you?”

She wiggles and cranes her head up, propping her chin on his chest. The side of her calf bumps his own when she moves under the blankets. “No. He didn’t. And you don’t have to grip me so tight, I’m not running away.”

“Hm.” Whatever Sakura’s tolerance for mistakes is none of his concern, but sometimes he wants to tell her to resent him a little more. It’s been six years and a few spare months since he lost an arm, but sometimes he feels like nothing has changed as the before bled into the after. He is reinstated, yes. Hearings and meetings and verbal beatings, but the Sixth vouched for him with a tenacity no one has seen on him before, and the head of the health sector threatened the council enough to get her kicked out of the room. Naruto held some sway, as the new symbol of hope.

They put his name back on the roster on pencil. He’s traveled on missions even ANBU won’t take for months on end, cleaning the very bottom of the chamberpot of Konoha’s dealings. Whenever he’s in the village, they give him scut even genin won’t take.

Forgiveness is slow and arduous, he knows. The problem with Sakura is she believes he doesn’t need to ask for forgiveness at all. For what you did, yes, she said when winter turned to spring -- the first time Sasuke stopped for long enough to notice -- and she asked him questions he was finally ready to answer. But as to why you did it? No. I don’t think you need to.

“Should we?” she asks now.

Sakura is slightly insane for still being with him. “Should we what?”

“Run away?”

He scoffs, shifting away and closing his eyes. “Ridiculous woman.”

“Oh, so running away is ridiculous now?”

“Sakura --”

She laughs, mirth crinkling the sides of her eyes. “Well. Sasuke-kun is very fast. All I ask is that if he’ll run, he’ll take me with him this time. Carry my bulky body on his shoulder and all.”

But Sasuke has promised to never run like he used to. Not from her. Never again. And no matter how much she says she’ll come with him, he knows her heart is anchored to this sunny village where gossip is baseless and oftentimes ridiculous -- and sometimes, only sometimes, a tad bit hurtful.

“Bulky?”

She sits up, strips of moonlight slipping between the blinds on the balls of her shoulder, to her cheek. Sakura flexes her biceps. She’s always been too proud of her arms. “Bulky.”

.

Sasuke settles seamlessly into love when all is said and done.

Loving Sakura is easy, unhurried like the soft touch of the full moon. Sasuke goes, and like the cycles of the moon, Sasuke comes back. He will go again, eventually, but she knows he will come back.

I should pack you a bento, she writes when she hears he is in the borders of the Fire country. It’s a day of travel from Konoha, but she is free to come and leave as she pleases.

A hawk perches itself on her office windowsill with a small scroll tied to its foot. He writes back, Only if you let someone else cook.

They camp out under the stars showing them the path north, the path home. Tomorrow, she will make her way back to the gate while Sasuke will keep tracing the path of chakra, and fall into another world while she steps back into hers. But tonight she babbles mindlessly about the hospital, how her interns are so green and so young and how nice it is that they’re that way, and she wants them to stay like that forever.

“But they won’t,” Sasuke responds. They’ll see their comrades die eventually. If they’re unlucky, they’ll know exactly when the heart will stop beating; hear the hollow breath that won’t be followed by another.

Sakura hums, sad. “But -- yes. You’re right. It’s just nice that they still have time until it happens. It makes me feel like we did something right. Maybe, as time passes, it will catch up slower and slower, and the kids remain kids for longer and longer. Death and war and fighting won’t catch up to them for longer, until it won’t have to catch up to them at all.”

.

The gravestone of Hyuuga Neji sees its first crack eight years after his death. Hinata is the first one who sees it, pale eyes tracing the marble. Her brows are furrowed, and it almost makes her look mad. Then her face clears and her hand reaches out to trace it. Hanabi lays poinsettias on the ground, forehead unmarked and kimono a vibrant shade of orange.

They don’t say anything as they kneel there: dirt digging in fabric, fabric digging into their knees. They don’t say anything until Hinata casts her a sideways glance, voice gentle but diction betraying centuries of aristocratic breeding.

(Neji-niisan had called her Hime in a teasing tone whenever his mood was good, or when he felt he beat Lee in training that day -- sometimes, Hinata had learned, the two were synonymous.)

Hinata says to her sister, “Why orange?”

Hanabi snorts. Hinata faces forward, watches as the smoke from the incense wafts up into the endless blue sky, looking a touch confused, a touch concerned. Because the Hyuuga only wear muted colors, and she’s worried what the elders will say when they see Hanabi dressed so loudly.  

“Why not orange?”

Hanabi’s voice is deep, teasing. It always sounds like she’s on the edge of a laugh. Hinata figures Hanabi will be okay.

Hinata likes the color orange too, Hanabi jibes, digging an elbow into her sister’s ribs. Hinata blushes a beet shade of red and bows her head. The next time they visit, they bring Neji a basket of summer tangerines from the market, the kind he liked so much that his sleeves were sometimes stained a little yellow, a little orange.

.

The students at the academy talk about Uzumaki Naruto with the veneration of a legend.

It’s like he’s more of a myth than a man. When they ask Aburame-sensei about what it was like to have Naruto as a classmate, Aburame-sensei has the good sense to lie. He was talented. He was smart. He was a prodigy. He was serious about his studies and treated everyone with respect.

Aburame-sensei was describing Uchiha Sasuke, but they didn’t have to know that. During a special class, Aburame-sensei invited Uzumaki Naruto to be a guest teacher, show the kids a little taijutsu, give a little speech of encouragement.

What Shino didn’t expect was Tanaka-sensei from the other class to invite Rock Lee to give a taijutsu demonstration as well.

Naruto meets Lee in the hallway, and the first thing the children hear the Hero of Konoha, Savior of the World yell is, “Bushy brow! Don’t your balls get pinched in your jumpsuit?”

.

Haruno Sakura marries Uchiha Sasuke on a whim, snow on top of her head and cheeks pink.

Ino arrives noisily, Naruto shows up with a What the fuck? at the end of his tongue. What kind of--? Why are you two--! Hey, are you--!

Haruno Sakura sheds the skin of Haruno and writes her name as Uchiha for the first time.

(It is not the first time. There are pages and pages of notebooks filled with Uchiha Sasuke and Uchiha Sakura and numbers above their names to calculate how much love is shared  — 15 and 96, Sasuke has always loved her more.)

The new family registry, their names at the head, beside each other so formally apart like they are kneeling in front of Naruto now.

“Can he really do this?” Sakura whispers, “Should we get someone, I don’t know, more reliable?”

Sasuke peeks at her from under her headdress, and not for the first time that night she might feel her head collapse from the weight. Sasuke peeks with an eerie sort of mischievousness, the one that only appears when someone bumps Sakura on the street and he knows whoever it is has hell to pay for. It makes Sakura’s eyes narrow.

“Let him have it.”

“If our marriage ends up null because he isn’t actually authorized, I will kill you, Sasuke-kun.”

“Yes, yes,” he hums softly. He is used to this, he thinks. What a nice, nice thing this is. How nice it is to be used to this. “If ever that happens, we can always marry each other again.”

Her headdress crushes her, and for a moment she considers activating her seal just to distribute the weight. She can’t see him from the woven fabric that separates them.

Her nails dig into her palm without her noticing because we can always marry each other again. Isn’t that nice? Isn’t that now… and the forever that stretches ahead?

Haruno Sakura, despite what she has led people to believe, is vain. At the Academy, she was not worthy of Sasuke-kun. Sasuke-kun who had perfect marks and was so handsomely aloof and cool. Sasuke-kun who never seemed to worry about money, and how he could buy takoyaki and udon in a single afternoon budget.

Now, people look at them and ask her what she’s doing with a criminal. It’s such a waste, that you are entertaining him of all people, when you are so accomplished — and they will go on and on and on.

It’s true. Sasuke-kun does not buy takoyaki and udon anymore because the civilians still recoil at the sight of him. Sasuke-kun is working through what feels like a lifetime of community service that’s offensive to his level of skill as a shinobi.

But Uchiha Sakura remains vain, and Uchiha Sasuke, now and before, is still the most handsome man she knows, so she still is, as she always has been, the schoolgirl with the tireless crush on him, the girl who carried the brightest torch that could light the way -- the torch that lit his way towards her.

.

The moment the woman from lightning moves into the Akimichi compound after her wedding to the Akimichi clan heir, Shikamaru is so distraught he quits smoking.

“I swear, Shikamaru thinks it’s the end of the world, with her there. If you ask me, I think it’s because his best friend doesn’t have time for him anymore.” But no one asks Ino, because no one really wants to. “It’s like jeez, Shikamaru, you can’t be the only one with a love life.”

“Yamanaka, that doesn’t explain why I’m here,” Kiba interjects. His hands across his chest as he sits spread eagled in the yakiniku restaurant. The smoke is slowly starting to stick to his clothes and the oil on his face feels uncomfortable. The dogs will bark mad when he gets home later.

Shikamaru went to the bathroom two minutes ago. Too pee. Genuinely. Not even to light a cigarette and lie about it. He really excused himself because he needed to pee. Ino flips the meat, manicured fingers curling under her chin. “Think of it as a marriage interview.”

Kiba looks even more confused. “So where’s the woman?”

“Shikamaru went to the bathroom, didn’t you hear?”

Kiba might be a bit dumb, but he’ll do. Shikamaru just needs a new buddy, and Ino is always ready to help everyone and anyone with their problems.

“Yeah. So ?”

“This is a marriage interview, but for, like, friendship. Shikamaru needs a new best buddy.” She closes an eye and points at Kiba. “Looking at your resumé, that’s you, Inuzuka.”

“Yamanaka, what the hell.”

Still: Inuzuka Kiba and Nara Shikamaru find out they share a fondness for umeshu. 

The first batch of it sits on the counter of Yamanaka Ino’s flowershop a year later.

.

“The Hokage office isn’t a hangout spot.”

Kakashi’s voice is weary behind his mask, as if to say without wanting to say go away, please. Sakura and Sasuke only look at him blankly as the wind grazes the top of the trees and the surrounding windows keep the leaves from entering the room. Tsunade’s smirking face on the photograph beside the plaque Fifth peers down at them all.

“Yeah, guys.” Naruto barrels in as the door bangs open, in his hands is a plastic bag full of chips. “The Hokage office isn’t a hangout spot.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be working downstairs?” Kakashi asks exasperatedly as Naruto flops himself on the upholstered sofa. His weight dips the cushion. He opens one packet for him and Sakura, tosses the other one to Sasuke who’s sitting on the chair right beside the Hokage desk with his foot propped up in the chair opposite it. Sasuke rips it with his teeth.

Sakura points an accusing finger. “Aren’t you supposed to be defending the village instead of reading porn?”

Sasuke snickers. Kakashi lets out a sad sigh. “I’m getting too old for the three of you.”

“Your hair is turning gray,” says Sasuke so clinically it's almost funny.

“This is good," Sakura says between a mouthful, chips crunching between her teeth. "Where’d you get this?”

“Right? Choji asked to be placed on a mission in Mist so he could by the limited edition ones they sell there --”

Sakura snorts. It sounds eerily like the one Sasuke let out a few minutes ago.

“-- and Kakashi-sensei put me in charge of mission assignments that week, so he brought a few back for me too. You should’ve seen it, Sakura-chan. Crates and crates. It’s amazing how he didn’t crack his back lugging it back --”

“You’re in charge of mission assignments now? I thought you were in infrastructure.”

“I’m in high demand,” Naruto says proudly.

“Are you in finance too? Because I need a raise on the hospital budget for another wing --”

“Leave him alone, Sakura,” Kakashi interjects.

Sakura makes a face. “Oh well. I guess I’ll have to pass a formal request. The Hokage can’t even make exemptions for his students.”

He sighs. “I wish I didn’t have students at all."

“Liar,” Naruto screams, taking it a little bit too much to heart. The afternoon sun grazes the blond of his hair, making it all too bright. He sounds hurt as his raspy voice desperately tries to make Kakashi take back that he said. “You like us.”

Kakashi doesn't budge. He clasps his fingers together and stares at the road outside. “Like you? No, not really?”

“Hey, Kakashi-sensei, that’s kinda rich of ya to say --!”

Sakura sees an opportunity, then lunges, “Kaka-sensei, about my hospital wing --”

Sasuke glares at a spot on the floor where a potato chip has fallen. He looks at it too long, lips pressed thin as he sulks.

Kakashi closes his eyes. Some things never change, it seems.