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allkordelia · 15 days

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Keep Me Near Your Heart 19

"Jaenara, what are we here." Aemond asked as he was pull along by his wife while he glance around the castle with a look of discomfort.

Jaenara didn't answer him as she turn down a corner before walking towards a door, she opened the door and sigh in relief at the familiarity, she let's go of Aemond's hand to walk further in with a faint smile.

Her old chamber in High Tide.

It been so long since she been here, only venturing there to escape her mother or just to get away. Her grandfather was so happy when she first visited, Corlys didn't have a very close relationship with some of his grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Rhaelle's elder children loved their grandfather, but since Aeron and his family live so far away along with his statue as king, they couldn't visit him as much and Rhaelle kept her children with Daemon away from her father after years of no contact.

Corlys's relationship with Jaenara and her brothers was basically none existent until she started spending more time at High-Tide, Jaenara could never understood the drama between her elder relatives, mostly because none of her cousins know what happened so many years ago to make our family walk on egg shells around each other.

"We should get back." Aemond said from behind her as she goes over to pick up a lute, "I have no doubt my mother have sounded the alarms for our disappearance--we should definitely leave." Jaenara stop playing with the strings before turning towards her husband with a frown.

"Why?" She asked sadden, "This is the pefect place to get away and at the perfect time, we need to be alone to talk about what we gonna do to Rivers and your mother." Jaenara explains, she place the lute back where she got it before going to seat on the end of the bed.

Aemond crossed his arms with a uncomfortable look.

"I rather not talk about her...or my mother for that matter," Aemond sighs, "I rather more to forget--" Jaenara made noise causing Aemond to look at her.

"No, no more forgetting or ignoring the problem." Jaenaea snaps getting up, "We must face this, I am tired of being push around by your mother and I'll be damn to be push around by a bastard harlot."

"And what do you wish me to do about it, hmm." He raised his brow in a sarcastic way, "I can't command her to leave, she won't listen, and my mother refuse to listen to caution." Jaenara walks to her husband grabbing his hands with a smug smirk.

"That is why, sweet husband, I have a plan."

Aemond furrow his brows curious.

"You do?" Jaenara nodded her head.

"Yes, I do. But, we must stay here in order for it to work."

Aemond look at his wife with a grimace, making Jaenara's smile falter a bit at the look on her husband's face.

"Must we? Can't we just stay at Dragonstone instead--"

"No, that would be the first place they will look for us."

"But...not here?" He drawls out, furrowing his brows.

"I mean, it depends on my aunt and grandfather," She comment, Aemond glance away from his wife with an unsure look.

"I don't thi--I don't think its a good idea to stay here." Aemond admitted, it was Jaenara turn to furrow her brows.

"Why?" She frowned confused, Aemond look at his wife with a conflicted look before sighing.

"Please, don't make me say it."

Jaenara became even more confuse, she didn't understand the problem with laying low in Driftmark for a few days, it's was a perfect paradise to getaway and relax with a brilliant view.

"Aemond, I'm not going to spend these next few days arguing with you about this, so just say it." Jaenara took her hands backand folded her arms under her chest and look at her husband with a fretful look.

Aemond lock his jaw and squeeze his hands into fist nervously, Jaenara caught the movement making herself ease down.

"Jaenara, I..." He stop as he stare at his wife, and memories he buried away slowly start to resurface, causing him to close his eye and shake his head before looking at her, "I cannot say it, it is too much...it is too painful for me to revist, can't we just go somewhere else. We can go to Braavo like Alys or maybe Lys." Awmond recommend, but Jaenara wasn't hearing it as she roll her eyes.

"You know what, forget it." She says, making Aemond look surprise only to feel nothing but relieved, "Why don't you go back home, and I stay here." Aemond frowned.

"Jaenara, you know I ca--"

"Yes, you can Aemond, because if you don't than these next few days are gonna be hell...for you." She threatened, "So, you have a choice you either stay here with me and your unborn child..." she starts as her hand move along her round belly catching Aemond's eye, "Or go back home and destroy our marriage again." She shrugged, Aemond look up at her with a frown.

"You think I would do that to you?" Aemond asked hurt before looking upset, "After everything we been through--"

"Don't be draft, my love." Jaenara counter back, "Your mother is obviously unhinge and I wouldn't put it pass Rivers to not try something, so..." she steps close with a small smirk, "That's why we must stay here, away from those vultures, so we can keep our marriage intact and at the same time teach them a lesson." Jaenara grin at her husband, but Aemond look at her unsure, he didn't feel comfortable staying here but he also didn't want to make his wife mad than she already is.

"I...I guess your right, my love." Aemond said reluctantly as his eye stray from her.

Jaenara snarl with an eyeroll, she ignore his reluctance and instead grab his sleeve and turn them towards the bed.

"Do not fret, sweet husband." Jaenara purr after pushing Aemond onto her bed, "Atleast we have each other as our plan thaw out," Aemond glance up to look at her face as she climbs on top of him.

"Our plan?" He asked, Jaenara smirk a little as she straddle his hip.

"Of course, darling." Jaenara purr again, moving her hand to slide down Aemond's chest, before she leans forward to start kissing his neck, "You are the key for this plan to work, as long as you are by my side, you will never have to worry about that wench again." Aemond shudder once Jaenara's hand slip through his breeches and grasp his semi hard cock.

"B-But, what if...they find us?"

"They won't," she promise, "I trust my family to keep your mother in the dark until our return." Aemond let out a pathetic whimper.

"But--" Jaenara tighten her grasp a bit causing Aemond to choke and moan at the same time, Jaenara lift her head from his bruise neck to look down at her husband.

"What is wrong, husband?" She cock her head to the side, her hand starts to move up and down making Aemond grasp her forearm, "Don't you trust me?" She pout, Aemond open his eye with a frown as he gaze up at his beloved wife.

"I-I do." He strutted, Jaenara move her hand a bit fast with hum.

"Good," she whispered, she leans down capturing his lips as she use her other hand to unbutton his vest.

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It had been three days since Jaenara and Aemond arrived at Driftmark, and it has been going absolutely terrible.

Aemond has begun to sulk around the castle, something about missing his mother and their tea time, Jaenara roll her eyes and tone him out at the time.

Jaenara has become rather ambivalence towards Aemond lately, it feels like everything he does annoys her. Just him sitting next to her reading a book makes her blood boil and her heart beat with resentment, while other times she wants to fuck him. She beginning to think she's going mad, she can't tell if it's her own feelings or the pregnancy making her feel this way.

Jaenara notice her change behavior the day after they're arrival, she would snap at him for the stupidest things and call him names when she get fed up with his sulkening. At first, Jaenara was shock and confuse, shock at herself with how cruel she was being to Aemond and confuse because Aemond just took it.

Either way, Jaenara didn't seem to care in the end, and neither did Aemond.

It felt like a power trip, she never imagine stooping so low like Alicent and Aemond, she always thought her compassion and kindess was a way to show how better she was than them. But, when she belittle or order Aemond around, a little feeling in her chest she realize was giddy lock away all those thoughts and she took a little joy in making Aemond's days here hard.

Jaenara also notice that he begin to do it a lot lately, it reminds her of the little stray pups in fleabottom always pawing at her gown for food.

She had more sympathy for the small pups than her weak husband, but maybe, she shouldn't be mad at the fact but be proud. Her husband has finally crumbled, he was no longer that scary man she feared a year ago, but rather a pathetic boy wanting nothing but her attention and love.

"My love." The sound of Aemind's voice snap Jaenara out of her thoughts.

She didn't move to look up at him as she knits her son a new hat.

"What."

"Can we talk?" Aemond asked, making her stop and look up at him finally, he wasn't in his usual casual clothing but rather in his dragonriding attire.

"Where are you going?" She asked ignoring what he said.

"To clear my head," he answered as he took a seat on the armchair next to her, "I wanted to talk to you before my departure, I think it's time...we talk." Jaenara raise her brow at Aemond.

"About what."

"Rivers--" Jaenara look away from him with a roll of her eyes.

"Aemond, what did I say yesterday when you ask me this." She inquired, Aemond gulp before clearing his throat.

"This isn't about the plan--"

"So, this is about you leaving me for her again, then?" She stop to look at him again, making the corners of aemond's mouth curve down.

"Of course not, you know my heart only belongs to you--"

"Good. So, are we done with this convention now." She asked flatly, Aemond parted his lips to say something but clasp them shut when she gave him a look he become all to familiar too.

Aemond bow his head before nodding.

"Lovely, because I am famish and i would like some peaches." Jaenara demanded, putting her needles and hat aside, Aemond stood before helping Jaenara up.

"I'll stop by the kitchen--"

"No!" She snapped, pulling away from him, "Have a servant do it, the last thing I need is for you to bring me plums instead of peaches...again." she glower, moving the covers to the side before taking her book from the side table and got into bed.

Aemond bow his head at the tone in his wife's voice, "Apologies again, my love." He said as he lift his head to look at her, jaenara clench her jaw to keep her from rolling her eyes at how pathetic he is being.

"That's not the apology I wanted yesterday," she sass, making aemond look embarrassed.

"I told you I couldn't...I couldn't get it up that night." He murmur the last as if their was others in the room.

"Or this morning or during tea time, it's as if your cock and eye stop working at the same time." She snickered as she shook her head and turn to the last pashe she was on in her book.

"Hmmm."

Jaenara look up at her husband to find him standing there with solemn look, Jaenara sighs and lay the book open on her stomach.

"Do not look so fretful husband, I was just jesting." She says, Aemond looks at her before smiling timidly.

"I know, my love."

Jaenara smiled up at him.

"Good, because I expect you to pleasure me once you get back from your ride, a woman can only go so long without what she needs."

Jaenara looks away and pick up her book missing the disappointed look that shadow Aemond's features.

"Of course," He utter before step close to lean down and press a kiss to her belly before moving to peck Jaenara's forehead making groan in distaste.

Jaenara wave him away when he tried to kiss her on her lips, Aemond frown at the irriated look on her face.

"I'll be back before dinner..." Aemond trails off, moving away from the bed towards the door before turning to Jaenara, "...I love you, jaenara." He says in the softest voice that had Jaenara glancing up at him.

"Mm-hmm."

Aemond frown again as he wife turn her attention back to her book, Aemond didn't say anything before he left. When the door closed, Jaenara closed the book in her hands and toss it across the room as her mood shifted from irriated to bothered.

She hated when he goes soft like that, she hated it and carved it, sometimes she wish she didn't feel anything at her. Her emotions was all over the place and it was beginning to be draining to figure out what she wanted, why is it that when she's truely alone she starts contemplating her whole life.

Jaenara turn on her side and close her eyes, she ended to stop thinking and start relaxing. The whole point of coming here was for her to get away from all the crap going on back at King's Landing, she needed peace and calm, maybe tomorrow she go out for a walk on the beach, the snell of the ocean always calms her.

All she got to do is make sure her insufferable husband won't be there to ruin her day.

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idiotegirl · 1 year

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Why does something so wrong, feel so right. (Series)

Summary: You and your dad had always been alone since the age of 5. Your mum left you guys to start a new life. You and your father moved to America when you were 16 and finished your exams and you were fine with it until you found out he had a girlfriend.

Pairings: Your Father and Wanda, Stepmother!Wanda and Stepdaughter!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive moment.

A/N: I’m not going to lie I’ve never posted on tumblr so if this goes bad oooooops. Haven’t checked for spellings either. So anyways hope you enjoy! More parts to come soon. Defo will be every week or so. Idk how to do master lists and all that so sorry.

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“Daddy why did mummy leave us” a young child spoke with tears welling in her eyes. The dads eyes turned soft as he spoke back to the child in a soft reassuring tone, “Because mummy wasn’t happy and wanted to go be alone and explore the world.” The child’s sobbing was even worse after the fathers response. All the young child wanted was her mummy back and for them to be a family again. “Was it cuz of me?” Questioned the heartbroken little one who was rightly confused. The father shakes his head and cupped his daughters face whilst his thumbs wiped the tears away. “No no, don’t be so silly. Mummy leaving wasn’t your fault it was mine. However I promise you that we don’t need mummy and all we need is each other. I will never leave you like mummy did. I promise to be the best daddy in the world okay?” The child smiled and nodded whilst tackling the dad into a hug.

Soft alarm sounds start seeping through the dream and the dream world around you replaying that stupid memory becomes no more. Your eyes shoot open to see a bright light peaking through your curtains. You flung your arm outwards reaching for the alarm to turn it off. Your heart was racing from that stupid dream. It was a normal dream that occurred every year around this time of the month as it was when that memory happened. It was March time and March was always the time you reminisced on your mothers disappearance, however when you got older this month just seemed like any other month with a stupid dream that popped up.

Your legs stretch outwards to the edge of the bed readying yourself for your first day of an American school. You had just recently moved and by recently I mean January, but were procrastinating going to school. I mean American schools education system is totally different to that of a British school. Plus the fact your accent was different to theirs would bring attention and that was the last thing you needed. You sit on the edge of the bed looking at the clothes that you put on your chair the night before. Sighing at the inconvenience of school you reluctantly ready yourself for the day ahead.

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Once ready, you grab your bag and head downstairs to see your father. He was in the kitchen with his suit on and ready for work, he looked better than you at the moment you looked like you had been murdered whilst he looked fresh and alive. He saw you and admired how you looked and gave a shy smile. “How are you kid? Ready for the first day of school I see” as he nods to the bag in your hand. You groan loudly and mutter a yes. You boil the kettle and make yourself a cup of tea whilst your Dad is hovering over the kitchen table reading over files. He had been so stressed recently over work and had been staying late in order to keep up.

It wasn’t like him to stay late normally he got home early to make food, but he had said his boss had been on his ass about a few things. You sucked it up and made him food before he got home and left it for him and he always made sure to eat it. You had time to get to school so you prolonged drinking tea. Your dads phone buzzed and he looked at the notification and smiled slightly. Why would he smile about work? You kept your lips sealed and just ignored it and kept on drinking your tea thinking about the miserable day you were going to have at school.

After a few back and forth notifications between your dad and his work and a few hidden smiles, he leaves for work, but not before kissing your forehead and telling you not to wait up for him tonight and not to cook. You nodded and shouted your love from the door as he got into his car and drove off. You shut the front door and go back to the kitchen finishing your tea.

Why would he ask you not to make him food tonight? Was he going to a different state for a business trip? You shake the thoughts away and carry on with your day. You wash your empty cup, grab your bag and walk straight out the front door with no hesitation. You put on heaphones and start walking to school.

You arrived at school to see a bunch of hormonal American teens walking up the stairs whilst some remained outside waiting for their friends to arrive. You got a few odd stares, but kept to yourself and powered on through.

You scan your surroundings looking for a friendly face that could direct you to the principles office so you could get your timetable and get today over with. You spot a girl with blonde hair and a huge smile so you walked over to her and asked her for directions. She looked confused at first and shocked by the accent but complied and walked you down. She greeted you and said her name was Yelena and you replied back with yours. She hums back in response and asks what year you are in. You look at her confused and reply “Year 12?” She laughs and says that it was her mistake for asking a student from a different country their year. She goes over what the different years are and you find out you are a Junior.

Once you had reached the principles office, you thanked Yelena and she had offered you join her little friendship group and see if you like them. You accept the request and thank her. She smiles and wishes you a good rest of your first day and says she will see you later. You smile and nod and knock on the door. From the other side of the door you hear a woman say “come in” in a stern voice. You open the door and walk in to a big room full of achievements on the wall and a woman with brunette sitting there.

The woman gives you a weird look and you lost all words. “What do you need kid.” The woman asks impatiently. You quickly panic and respond back in a feared voice “I’m new here and my father told me I’ll be going here from now on and I have enrolled but I need to pick up my timetable and need a quick tour around if that’s okay.” The woman clicks on and a lightbulb looks like it lit in her eyes. She smiles and greets herself as Principle Hill. “You must be Y/N. Yes sorry I had forgotten about you, I wasn’t too sure when you would be starting so i haven’t gotten a guide yet. Give me a few moments and I’ll be with you in a second. Please take a seat.” She gestures to her couch and you comply.

After a few moments had passed the woman returns with a student and your timetable in hand and she instructs the student to take you to the classes you needed to be in. The student smiles and starts showing you around.

From that moment on you knew the day would drag on.

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You return home exhausted from the day at school. It was a pretty decent day you suppose. You chilled out with Yelena and her friends at lunch. They were a very nice small group of people. You met Clint, Bucky and Natasha. Natasha was her step sister so they were closer than the rest whilst Clint was only there because of Natasha and Bucky was there because of Yelena, but they all got along. The classes were fine just the teachers made you introduce yourself and that was stressful as people were intrigued by the accent.

You make yourself food and remember your father didn’t want any food made so treated yourself to some ice cream in the fridge and made some brownies. You sat down watched some episodes of your current binge choice whilst eating the dessert and once done wash the dishes and clean up a little bit.

You attempt to do some homework to kill time and try to keep focus, but fail. The teachers did say you didn’t have to do it due to being new and having a leniency with foreign students. You give up on homework and decide it’s time to turn in for the night. You had left over brownies so left them on the kitchen counter if your dad were to return even if late. Brownies are something you can’t say no to. You do your daily night time routine and go to sleep.

A loud bang awakes you and you jitter awake. You check the time to see it’s 3am. Your heart starts to pound with the fear of the worst happening. Had a robber broken in and was trying to rob you? Or maybe it was your dad.

You grab the nearest thing to you which was a small battery powered alarm and sneak downstairs. You see a figure in the dimly lit kitchen eating your brownies leaning against the kitchen counter, but you knew for a fact it wasn’t your dads figure. Your dad was taller and had a muscular build. This was a feminine body who was reasonably tall for a woman, their build was goddess like. Curves which would entice anyone into wanting them.

You look confused and watch from the stairs to see another figure embrace the goddess from behind and push her into the counter more. Shadowed hands began to roam across the woman’s figure. You then start to hear wet kissing noises which triggers a response of soft moans from the woman.

The woman who had your brownies stuffed in her mouth told the man in such a sultry thick accented voice to stop. The man spoke and it was your father “How can I stop when you look so beautiful even whilst eating brownies.” He then kisses her again and she giggles and sighs softly.

Your jaw was well on the ground at this point. Your dad had a gf? And had the audacity to bring her here without telling you? Was this why he was staying late at the office? How did they even meet? Is this why he came to America? Why would he lie to you?

The woman turns around to kiss your father back, but stops when she sees a figure on the stairs watching eyes wide open and mouth open in shock. The woman screams and your dad jumps back and looks behind him to see you. You go fully down the stairs and turn the light on. You blink a few times looking between the two who looked like a teenage couple who had been caught. You looked at the woman fully and realised she looked very young compared to your dad. She looked only a few years older than you maybe 24 ish? She was a very beautiful woman and her stare alone made you nervous.

Your shocked look turns to an angry look as you face your father. “Why didn’t you tell me? You didn’t think I had the right to know or something? Why hide it huh? All I want for you is to be happy why are you keeping secrets from me.” Your dad gulps and fiddles with his hands. “I was going to tell you however, I didn’t know how you would react. I care for you a lot Y/N and I don’t wanna bring a woman into your life without knowing, but with Wanda I’m certain she is the one so I trusted her to come here. She wasn’t going to stay for long and was going to leave before you woke up. I accidentally dropped my phone and must’ve woken you.” Ah so her name is Wanda. A Sokovian name, so that explains the accent. Wanda’s eyes go wide at that sentence and she smiles softly and blushes. Her hands go from being at her side to behind her as she anxiously fidgets with her rings.

“So this is all to protect me now? From what? This young girl you think Is the one. I don’t care who you love Dad, but I’m hurt you didn’t tell me. People can love multiple people and make mistakes you can never be sure, but if you really think getting a woman in your life is going to make up for mum leaving and make the woman your with my mother. You are wrong. Your girlfriends will always be known as my fathers girlfriend not step mom or mom. So choosing a right one doesn’t mean shit to me as long as they make you happy.” You raise your voice and as you finish you go upstairs not letting your dad speak up to defend himself.

Wanda feels awkward and as if she started something she shouldn’t have and kisses your dad on the cheek and leaves. Your father is filled with regret and leaves you to cool down, whilst you are in your room crying about how your father didn’t trust you and how the way you find out is by accident. Just how long had they been together? You question yourself before falling into a deep slumber.

#wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff #marvel imagines #marvel fanfic series #stepmom wanda #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda x you

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sunnyie-eve · 5 months

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23 | You what?

Series: Significant

Paring: Colby Brock x Original female character

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.5k

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It's been a few weeks since Penelope was released from the hospital and was back home. Her mother and sister were still staying nearby till she was completely done with her doctor appointments just to be safe. With Penelope living out here and not home much, Turner has been hanging out at the house with Penelope and the guys.

At that moment, he went downstairs and got sucked into helping with the prank on Colby's car helping Elton, Corey, and Sam only because he caught them.

"Did you take your medicine?" Colby walks into Penelope's room.

"Colby, you are killing me about making sure I take my meds." She groans at her computer.

"You have like four difficult medications you have to take at different times every single day, Penelope." He walks up behind her.

She drops her head down shaking it, "I have alarms set when to take them so don't worry about it." She tilts her head to look back at him.

"Come on, you know I'm gonna worry about it." He gives her a kiss on the forehead.

Since the night at the hospital when he kissed her, they haven't really talked about it but there was a shift in their friendship. It was a lot more flirty when they were alone and even more touching which involved more head kisses and cheek kisses.

"Because you're annoying." She turns around to face him.

"I would hit you but you still have a broken wrist and head trauma." He crosses his arms, "You really don't want to go to the party tonight with me?"

"Not really. I want to stay home." She gets up to sit on her bed turning her TV on, "Not to mention I have a broken arm, Colby. And it's my dominant arm." She gives him a look.

"But I want you to come with." He lays his head on her lap.

"Well, that's not gonna happen." Her left hand plays with his hair which he liked very much.

"Where did Turner go?" Colby asks since he hasn't come back upstairs yet.

"Who knows. He's still here somewhere so I'm not worried. Probably with Sam or Corey. He's taken a liking to Corey since they both like dancing." Penelope says not caring knowing he was okay.

"Should I still go on the trip to Japan?" Colby asks her.

"Why wouldn't you not go?" She asks confused.

"Because I wanna keep an eye on you. I can't do that in another country." He looks up at her.

"I'll be fine alone. Plus there will be other people here because we have roommates if I need help, which I won't." She reassures him, "You are going on your stupid trip." She laughs at his face.

"Why does it gotta be stupid?" He chuckles.

"Because I said so. I don't know."

"I wanna take a little nap so wake me up before 7:30." Colby closes his eyes falling asleep as she plays with his hair.

When it gets closer to 7:30, Penelope wakes Colby up so he goes to his room to get ready. "Turner!" Penelope goes downstairs looking for him and can't find him. Going to the garage she sees it open so she goes out to the front. "You just disappeared, dude." She sees him with Elton, Sam, and Corey then what they did to Colby's car, "Oh, my."

"Wanna sit and wait to see his reaction?" Sam takes a seat.

"I guess." She joins them.

When Colby comes out he was confused to see everything looking at him, "You disappeared on me. And where's my car? There's my car." He finally notices making the guys laugh at him. "Did you know?" Colby asks Penelope.

"No, she didn't but Turner helped." Elton lets him know before telling Colby about his gift in the car.

"Oh my god! This is going to take me so long, Elton. Wait what? Bubble wrap." Colby starts tugging it to get it off. "How long did this take you?"

"About two hours..." Elton tells him.

"Before I continue, I'm gonna tell the person, that I need... Needed to be there at 7:30."

"You needed to be there at 7:30?! Why did you wait so late to run late?" Penelope shouts at how stupid he was.

Colby starts to tug again at the Saran Wrap this time moving the entire car, "How and I gonna get this, NO! NO! No! What is... No! Packing peanuts! Is the present in the packing peanuts or is that the present?" Colby asks.

"The present is inside the packing peanuts. It's in there. It's in the car somewhere." Elton laughs so they all watch Colby struggle.

"So you guys... You do know you're all gonna die in the next week right?" Colby looks at the guys, "That includes you too Turner. You're not safe because you aren't going home just yet." Colby points at him so Turner grabs Penelope's arm.

"My shield."

When they go for a little drive, Penelope and Turner wait for them to get back, "And you choose to live with these idiots?" Turner laughs as they sit alone.

"I oddly do." She laughs as well.

Soon the guys get back and they watch Colby search for his present but they put it in the trunk. Penelope cracks up seeing that the present was dish soap since he never does his dishes. Before they head inside, Riches pulls up to pick up Turner so they say goodbye to him.

"Where are you off to all dressed up looking adorable?" Colby smiles entering Penelope's bedroom.

"Lunch with my friend. She's picking me up so can you help me with my shoes please." She gives him a pout so he helps her put them on.

"You never talk about this friend much... What's her name?"

"Janelle, we've worked together a few times but she's mostly out of state but she got back last week." She says as Janelle calls her telling her she was there.

Getting in the car, Janelle smiles at her, "I might have left a small detail out about lunch."

"And that would be?"

"We're meeting up with my boyfriend and his friend. He had an opening in his schedule so they're gonna join us. Don't worry it's not like a date thing." She lets her know.

"Oh, okay." Penelope chuckles.

The girls get to the restaurant first and take a seat waiting for the guys to show up. When they did Janelle's boyfriend, Luke, and his friend Justin, introduced themselves to Penelope.

"Sorry if we were intruding on girl time." Luke apologizes.

"It's fine."

They end up spending an hour at the restaurant chatting about what they do and other things. Justin took a liking to Penelope and it was obvious to Janelle and Luke, but Penelope paid no mind.

"How long till you take your cast off? The accident happened about a month ago, right? Your accident. Falling down the stairs because a prank went wrong and was in a small coma for a couple of weeks." Luke talks to Penelope.

"How did you know that? I didn't tell you about that?" Janelle asks her boyfriend confused.

"The video about it... It was uploaded earlier today. The prank going wrong and the updates till you got home." He says confused seeing the look on Penelope's face.

"I need to go home. Like now." She gets up from her seat leaving so Janelle and Luke quickly split the bill.

"Why?" Janelle rushes after her.

"Because Elton fucking posted what happened to me! I was laying unconscious on the floor bleeding from my head while my roommates panicked." Penelope shouts.

"She's not lying." Justin shows Janelle the video when everything goes wrong.

Janelle takes Penelope home and she enters the house pissed off, "ELTON!" She yells out his name.

Everyone downstairs was confused as Elton entered the room, "Why are you screaming my name?"

"Why am I screaming your name? Are you fucking serious right now? Why the hell did you upload the failed prank and updates? You took a picture of me in my hospital bed to show in the video as well!" She was pissed off with him.

"Wait, what? You posted the accident and everything that happened afterward?" Corey looks at him.

"I just wanted to show how not all pranks go the way you want them to go. And I had updates so fans would know she was okay. To also explain why we disappeared for two weeks because we were worried about you." Elton explains.

"Elton, she was unconscious and bleeding on our floor and you posted that?" Sam gets a little loud.

It was taking everything in Colby not to tackle Elton to the ground for posting the video, "I would say delete it but it's too fucking late. People probably already have the video. I can't believe you did that, Elton. Fans already knew an accident happened because we said one happened when it did and that we were focusing on that." Colby walks upstairs not wanting to look at him.

"Would you still have posted it if she died instead of recovering from the fall?" Aaron shakes his head going upstairs too.

"It's gonna be a while before I can forgive you." Penelope heads upstairs going to Colby's room, "Can you untie my shoes so I can kick them off?" She asks him politely so he does what she asks.

"I can't fucking believe him. It wasn't even a prank, it was an accident. You could've died and we were all really panicking. It was acting like we normally do for pranks to scare each other." Colby sits on his couch.

"I know. When Janelle's boyfriend brought up the accident and everything with it we were confused about how he knew then he told us about the video. Maybe one good thing will come out of it."

"What could that be?" Colby looks at her.

"Hopefully fans will feel bad for me and realize how much I mean to my roommates. Or some will wish I die." She thinks.

"Let's hope it's the first one." He holds her hand.

"I'm thinking about filming a Q&A video do you want to join me? Last week I tweeted asking for questions so want to go through some?" Penelope gets off the couch.

"Sure, wanna do it in here?"

"Eww, no. I like my setup." She leaves his room.

"That was rude!" He follows her to her room and sets her camera up for her.

"Hey, hey! Welcome back to my channel! It's been quite some time since I last uploaded a video. But last week I asked y'all to ask me some questions I can answer. As you can see I have the lovely handsome Colby Brock with me." She motions to him with her good arm.

"Oh, you're making me blush, stop." He plays along.

"I asked him if he wanted to join me just because I could. He literally lives down the hall from me. I'll have him pick and read me questions you guys want to know." She hands Colby her phone that was already on Twitter. "Are you ready?" She asks him.

"Are you ready?" He smiles so they both laugh. "I'm gonna pick ones that are wild, funny, and private." Colby moves his eyebrows at her.

"You're so... Our moms just had to be friends." She groans at him.

"Okay, this is from Anna-ha; If you were to switch bodies with Colby for a day what would you do?" He reads, "Tell me, what would you do in my body?" He tilts his head.

"Cry, I would cry and scream. I would refuse to use the bathroom. I'd just pee myself because hell no. But other than that," She thinks, "I would transfer some money to my bank account. You're richer than me so." She laughs as his jaw drops, "What would you do, huh? In my body?" She asks him now.

He thinks making different faces, "You're my best friend but I'm still a guy first so..." He smirks causing her to hit him, "I'm joking, I had to piss some people off. But I would go get a tattoo of my name to put on you."

"No! I will never get a name tattooed on me." Her eyes widened.

"Night Owl asks; How many boyfriends have you had?" He reads.

"Two, just two. When I was 14 and 18/19. My longest relationship was two years and I got cheated on. The second was, not even a full year. I honestly can't tell you how long I think maybe six months because-,"

Colby cuts her off, "Because he was also a piece of shit and they constantly fought about small things that were unnecessary."

"As Colby said but only two. I'm done dating."

"Banana Bread asks; Do you get uncomfortable when people talk about you and any of the guys, especially Sam and Colby, in a nonfriend way?"

"I don't know if I would say it's uncomfortable but it's a similar feeling. I can't really explain it. I don't care that much because there's more hate towards me with the guys. I guess that's why it doesn't make me uncomfortable because there's not a lot of that. But for Sam and Colby, I'm super close to them so the hugs, head kisses, and cuddles don't really mean anything romantically." She explains, "Like I've had people give me crap for how Sam and I are because he's dating Kat, but she completely trusts us."

"On our trip to Utah, Kat asked Penny if was she keeping Sam from turning blue and purple by cuddling him. So like, she trusts Penelope and Sam. Devyn trusts Penny as well as Corey. I don't have a girlfriend but hopefully she would trust her as well and I'm sure she would." Colby adds.

"So yeah, I don't get uncomfortable but I prefer people not to for the respect of the actual couples." Penelope adds to it.

"Oh, this one is, wow. Jade asks; What made you realize you were in love for the first time?"

"Wow!" Penelope was shocked, "That's a big topic, umm." She takes a deep breath in, "I couldn't stand not being able to see them. It was like, if I saw them I knew no matter what, even if I was at my lowest, just seeing them made me feel a little better. Then one day I couldn't stop thinking about them in a certain way. From that moment on everything in me changed and it's so hard to describe that feelings. Love is complicated to explain." Penelope giggles refusing to look at Colby who was looking at her the whole time she talked.

"Colby's wifey... I didn't know I had one, asks; Can you stop being friends with Colby and move far away please?" He gives Penelope a smile.

"Okay, we're done." She looks at Colby, "I'll have the movers come over soon to get my stuff." She stands up walking out of her room before going back in, "Hell no!" She looks at the camera before sitting back down.

"Yeah, as long as I'm alive, Penelope is gonna be here as well so..." Colby nods his head.

"Okay! Thank you guys for watching and giving me questions. If Colby didn't pick yours, I'm sorry blame him not me. Remember to like, comment, and subscribe. I would really appreciate it." Penelope smiles.

"Do it or I'll hunt you down and force you to." Colby glares at the camera before getting up to turn it off.

#sam and colby #colby brock #sam golbach #katrina stuart #jake webber #corey scherer #elton castee #tara yummy #colby brock imagine #colby brock ff #colby brock fanfic #best friend #friends to lovers #tfil

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demon-of-the-ancient-world · 1 year

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A LOT of Headcanons about Piranesi coming back into the real world:

For once an adaptationless book I'm Unhealthy about actually has a decent sized following and I can talk about it without screaming into the void of obscurity, so I'm gonna take mad advantage of that and spew out all the Thoughts I had into one post. Yay!

One of the first things he learns to do is cook properly (re: stuff that isn't seaweed and fish) and throws himself into it 100%

Was never much of a cook before but since he was kind of forced to learn in order to survive he's eager to branch out

Remembers his mother making Ghanaian food for he and his sisters when they were kids so he tries to learn some of those dishes

And the first time he makes one for his mom she cries

Actually it's hard for her to look at him at all without crying

He sort of understands why on an intellectual level, but still feels so disconnected from everything that it confuses and alarms him

His dad isn't quite sure what to do with him

Tries to bond in a dad kind of way and he latches on pretty quick to any kind of intellectual discussion but always feels like he makes his dad a little sad

In general he wants to connect with his family but can't help noticing the sad/concerned/disturbed energy they feel when they're around him

And again he understands why, but just can't bring himself to feel the same. They're new people! A whole family he forgot he had! Isn't that exciting and good and why do they look at him funny???

On the other hand, when he first sees them again. He does in fact cry, quite a bit, and tries to reason with himself that it's Matthew crying and not him, but then again maybe it is him because he simply doesn't know what else to do

There's just a lot of tears from all five of them in the first little while

His older sister is soooo protective over him. That's her little baby brother and now he's back after she'd been certain he was dead and she really takes him under her wing

(It's probably her who shows him how to make her favourite recipes)

Younger sister was fresh out of high school when he first disappeared and feels like he's missed out on a good chunk of her life so she throws herself into trying to fill in the gaps for him

Overall I think she'd handle everything the best, it's still confusing and hard but she manages to keep up her spirits by showing him all the cool stuff he's forgotten about in the world, they go on a lot of little adventures together

He struggles with not being able to talk about The House though. He knows it's important that he keep up the pretense that he'd been kidnapped and has amnesia etc. etc., but he wants to tell his family about The House. He wants them to see what he saw and loved for so long even if it turned out to be terrible, and it's so hard

Tries out a few different names. His family just calls him Matthew and he's okay with that, he's not really sure what else to call himself for now but would kind of like something different

Raphael is the highest recipient of this. Almost every time he sees her he's got a new name that he shyly asks if she can call him just to see how it sounds

She is very patient with this, but also sometimes forgets which name he's decided on for the week

Generally he latches onto her very hard and politely but firmly insists they stay friends

Obviously she's quite a busy person, but she makes time to see him and check on how he's doing whenever she can

They also go on adventures (as he calls them)

She takes him to the coasts, and he spends hours wandering the most desolate seeming beaches, taking detailed notes on how they differ from each other, and trying to feed the birds

Is delighted when a seagull steals his sandwich one day

Is very very open about how much he loves Raphael, and the first time he says that to her she's surprised and alarmed to say the least

for completely arbitrary reasons I hc her as being a) a lesbian and b)very much not looking for a relationship. So at first this worries her.

...But it soon becomes clear that he loves a lot of things and people. He loves his family and the birds and the buildings and the crossing guard and the buses and the trees -- and on top of that the thought of romance specifically isn't something he ever fully considers or understand

An ace king, basically

Anyway, they're besties

Dreams about The House frequently, and often so vividly he wakes up thinking he's still there

He wouldn't call them nightmares, but they aren't always nice either

Tries to draw it from memory but can never quite capture it right

Loves birdwatching

And collecting shells

His sister convinces him to get his ears pierced after a while - initially he's skeptical but then remembers this means he has all the more options for decorating himself with odd things he finds and that makes him happy

In general his clothing style gets a little more mainstream over time, but never goes back to what you'd call exactly normal

Knits

Gives people little things he makes or finds, even just strangers he sees frequently or look like they need a friend

Related: is still a bit shy around large groups, but will talk to anyone who looks lonely or lost, even if he has no idea who they are

Anyway I'm having major feelings about this book and am so obsessed with the main character's entire vibe, screaming crying and throwing up etc. etc. so here's my love letter to the implications of the book's ending hope you like it

#piranesi #books #literature #stuff i've read #headcanons #fr though what the fuck am i supposed to call this guy #calling him piranesi kind of feels like calling theon greyjoy reek yk #like yes he answers to that name but seeing as he's only called that by #a creepy professor who kidnapped him and trapped him in an eldritch horror pocket dimension for six years #it just doesn't feel appropriate #but he doesn't identify with the name matthew anymore so???#like he says at the end of the book he doesn't really see himself as either #i'm a little hung up on this bit #anyway obsessed with this book etc etc

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sugdenlovesdingle · 1 year

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Loved (AO3)

Everybody Loves Carlos Reyes

Written for @tarlosweeklyprompts word of the day: Fond

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“Hey Carlos, TK is in the shower, he got puked on.” Nancy greeted Carlos when he walked into the firehouse. “How are you?”

“Bored at home mostly. My medical leave is almost over though thankfully. Back to work on Monday.”

“Ah so that’s why TK is all...” she made flapping motions with her hands and Carlos laughed.

“Yeah, pretty much. So I’m coming to check in and show him I’m ok. And just hang out until the end of shift so we can leave together to have dinner with my parents.”

He leaned against the open ambulance doors.

“You’ve been summoned by the momster huh?”

“Oh yes. It’s either us going over there or her being at our place every waking moment. This is the lesser of two evils I suppose.”

“I don’t know dude, a homecooked meal and no dishes? Sounds like a pretty good deal to me.”

“Yeah but between my mother and TK, I’ll barely be allowed to lift a fork.”

“Again, I don’t see the downside.”

At that moment the alarm sounded and Nancy groaned when it was a medical call.

“We’ve been getting non-stop calls today. It’s like everyone in Austin needs medical assistance at the same time.” She jumped out of the back of the ambulance to make room for Tommy who was already coming down the stairs, closely followed by TK, fresh out of the shower.

His uniform shirt was hanging open, his hair was still wet, and he had his shoes in his hand.

“Hi baby, bye baby.” He quickly kissed Carlos in passing before jumping in the passenger’s seat. “We’ll be back soon! Paul is upstairs!”

“What does he need Paul for?” Carlos heard Nancy ask right before she turned the lights and sirens on and pulled out of the firehouse.

He knew what TK’s reply would be, and he had a feeling he knew what Tommy would be dealing with the rest of the shift. He made his way upstairs where he found the fire crew in the lounge area.

“Hey, look who it is! Good to see you upright, buddy.” Marjan noticed him first and got up from her seat to give him a hug. “You scared us when you disappeared like that!”

“I know, I’m sorry. I’ve had to promise both my parents and TK not to go on investigations on my own again. And Iris called me an idiot.”

“Can’t say I disagree with the lady.” Paul commented, putting his book down. “But I’m with Marj, it’s good to see you man.”

Carlos nodded and sat down next to Paul.

“I know I scared everyone, especially TK. He keeps checking my pulse and we both pretend I don’t know what he’s doing.”

“That’s because you died dude.” Mateo said then paused to think. “Did you see the light at the end of the tunnel?”

“That is not a thing, Mateo.” Paul cut in. “That only happens on tv.”

“And how do you know? You had a heart attack, you didn’t die like Carlos.”

“I didn’t see anything actually.” Carlos said, deciding to humour Mateo. “All I remember is the needle prick in my shoulder… and then everything went dark. And when I woke up there were TK and my dad… and I was confused and disorientated mostly. So no lights.”

“See? Only on tv.”

“Did you see a light at the end of the tunnel when your car went off the bridge, Judd?” Mateo asked Judd who had just walked in.

He stopped in the doorway and looked at the four of them, before raising his hand and giving Carlos a half wave and turning around to go back to where he came from.

“Ok can we just change the subject? Surely we can find something less deadly to talk about?” Marjan interrupted. “Like the wedding! How is the wedding planning going Carlos? Let’s talk flower arrangements.”

“It’s going alright.” Carlos said, happy to go along with the subject change. “We’ve been looking at suits the past few days, we’re thinking of getting the same so we match. Because we’re spending the rest of our lives together. You know, us coming together as one.” He scrunched up his face. “It sounds so cheesy when said aloud like this.”

“No, I think it’s sweet. And you guys should totally do whatever feels right to you. It’s your wedding after all.”

“Yeah, she’s right.” Paul agreed. “Matching suits, traditional vows, you promising to love, honour, and obey TK, first dance to a Coldplay song.” He continued, doing his best to keep a straight face.

“Ok now I know you’re mocking me.” Carlos laughed. “It’s all still a work in progress, ok? We’ve got 8 weeks to figure it out.”

“Yeah but you have to plan everything before that. When my cousin got married they spent two years planning it.” Mateo told them. “My mom and my tía went crazy. They made the dresses themselves but then my cousin got pregnant and they had to change it so she would still fit in it.”

“I don’t think that’s something TK and Carlos will have to worry about.” Marjan said and they all laughed.

“No, but you’re right. It’s a lot of stuff to take care of in under 8 weeks.”

“Well if you need any help, just say the word.” Paul offered.

“Thanks. That’s actually why I’m here.” Carlos started and all three of his friends gave him a questioning look. “I wanted to ask you something.” He turned to Paul. “You specifically.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.”

“Ok. Shoot.”

“Well… like I said, we’re busy working out the details for the wedding… And I was hoping you would be my best man.”

“What? Me?”

“Yeah, you.”

“Are you sure? Don’t you want your dad or a relative or something?”

“No, I want you to be my best man. You’re one of my best friends, man.”

“I… I’m honoured.”

“So you’ll do it?”

“Yeah, of course! I mean I wasn’t expecting it at all, but if you’re sure then I’d be honoured to be your best man.” Paul said and Carlos pulled him in for a hug. “But this doesn’t mean I have to go suit shopping with you, right?”

“No, just show up on the day wearing something nice and you’re good.” Carlos laughed.

“Who is TK asking?” Marjan wondered. “His dad?”

“He was one of the options that came up.” Carlos told her. “But he decided on someone else.”

The conversation was interrupted by the sound of two pairs of boots coming up the stairs.

“Why are you being so secretive?” they heard Nancy say.

“I’m not, I’m just waiting for the right time.”

“The right time for what?”

“Hey baby.” TK ignored her and went straight to Carlos to kiss him hello.

Nobody mentioned the fact that his fingers lingered on Carlos’ pulse point a little too long.

“Hey. You’re back soon. Quick call?”

“Yeah, just a fender bender. Some scrapes and cuts, nothing major. We treated everyone on scene and let PD deal with the rest.” He sat down next to Carlos. “So… what did we miss here?”

“I got my best man.”

“Oh you said yes?” TK leaned forward to look past Carlos to Paul.

“Of course. I can’t let the world miss out on seeing me in a suit.” He joked.

“You know you’re not supposed to look prettier than the groom, right?” Carlos cut in.

“Pretty sure that’s only for brides. And since there’s none of those involved, I’m good.”

They all laughed and Carlos put his hand on TK’s knee and gave it a squeeze.

“Your turn now, babe.” He said softly and TK nodded.

“Hey Nance, do you own a nice suit?”

“A suit? What do I need a suit – oh my god!”

TK grinned and got up from his seat and got down on one knee in front of her.

“Nancy Gillian, you are the sister I never thought I wanted, and sometimes still don’t.” He joked. “But I would be honoured if you would be my best man. Woman. Person.”

“Of course!” Nancy replied and dragged TK up from the floor and hugged him. “But I’m not wearing a suit. You wouldn’t be able to handle the hotness that is me in a suit.”

“You can wear whatever you like.” TK assured her. “You too Paul.”

“Appreciated.”

“No, no, Paul, we have to match.” Nancy insisted. “What are you wearing?”

TK sat back down next to Carlos and looped an arm through his, resting his fingers on the inside of his wrist.

“I think I’ve created a monster.” He whispered and Carlos laughed.

He looked around the room and just felt a sense of happiness and belonging. Before he’d met TK, he had friends, colleagues, acquaintances. People he’d talk to at work, people he’d even take up on their offer of after work drinks, he’d even been invited to a birthday party or two, but no-one apart from Iris who really knew him. Who just got him.

Now he had a fiancé he loved more than he’d ever thought possible, and a group of friends who were like family.

“What are you thinking about?” TK asked, noticing the smile on his fiancé’s face.

“Nothing.” Carlos replied and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Just happy.”

#911 lone star #tarlos #tarlos fic #twpmarchdailyword #tk strand #carlos reyes

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ms-snape · 1 year

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ONLY ONE WAY TO DO THIS

Summary: Hakim really like a girl and she always tell him the there is only one way to be together.

Note: English is not my first language.

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Aaliyah's POV

I go down the stairs quickly, my stupid alarm clock didn't ring so I was late for college, my parents were sitting at the table with my little sister, having breakfast.

"Sbah Ikhir Hbiba (hello darling)" my mother greeted me with her warm smile.

"Aren't you coming for breakfast? » my father asked me.

"No baba, I'm late I'm going to take something on the way, I have to go" I kiss my parents on the head, and ruffle the hair of my sister who throws me a (Kelba) then my mother scolded her for here foul language. Leaving the house I saw Hakim in front leaning on the hood of his car.

"Are you late?" he asked, I nodded quickly as I was about to continue on foot.

"I could drop you off you know?" he offered and I turned to see him do his charming smile.

"No thank you it will be fine" his smile disappeared immediately and was replaced by a disappointed expression. Then this time I started my walk.

"Liyah you're late we almost missed the first short" my best friend Riley said to me.

"Sorry my alarm clock didn't ring" catch my breath.

"Are you sure it's not Hakim who's delaying you?" she asks

"What makes you say that?" she hands me her phone on it we saw an insta Story of Hakim where he had written ( I'm in love with someone that doesn't even want to be in the same car than me) with sad music in the background.

"This story could be addressed to anyone" I plead.

"Well then why every time I walk you home he looks at you with literally hearts in his eyes, and he keeps asking me for advice to please you, the guy likes you>>

"If you keep talking we'll be even more late" I change the subject then we'll run to the court room.

I couldn't conncentrate on what the teacher was saying because Riley's words were repeated in my head, Hakim could really love me? I mean he was really nice to me and asked me a lot of dates, in addition to the fact that we talked constantly, but I thought it was friendly, I had to confront him about it.

"Hi Hakim" I greeted him holding my bag tightly.

"Liyah, are you back from college already" his face shone when he saw me and it made my heart feel butterflies, I had to pull myself together.

"Yes uh thank you for the offer this morning"

"You'rewelcome , even it would have been better if you had accepted it"

"Why do you always act like that with me?" I blurt out, he looks at me confused or maybe nervous.

"How that, act how?"

"You are always thoughtful, you give me small gifts regularly, you find out about me from my friends and in addition I saw your story this morning " he lets out a sigh looks at me with downcast eyes

"Because I love you Liyah, I have always been attracted by your beautiful eyes, your kindness and also how you stick your tongue out a little when you are concentrating, and I would very much like you to be mine" he finally confessed

"It's very nice Hakim, and I would be lying if I said you're not attractive to me too, but my parents will never accept me dating someone, you know the tradition that if a man really loves a woman he must go ask his father for his hand" I said and left in the direction of my house without letting him place one.

a few days later

Hakim had stopped his advances since the day I confronted him, and I admit that I miss him, but hey, if he really loved he he would ask my father for my hand. I was in the living room studying when the doorbell rang.

"I'm going to open" I shout when I get up, I expected anything but that.

"Hakim what are you doing here" in front of me was Hakim Ziyech in costume and his mother behind him.

"I came to apply your advice, I'm going to ask your father for your hand," he smiled at me.

"Right now?" I ask panicking.

"Don't worry I've already talked to your mom and she was okay for me to come." He looked deep into my eyes and I felt myself smile as he said.

"Well in this case come in please"

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That's it that's all. I hope you enjoyed it.

Please send me request

Love u ♡

#Morocco #hakim ziyech imagine #reader #imagine #football player #lovely #Ziyech #Hakim×reader #hakim ziyech × reader #football one shot #football love

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daniidreamss · 7 months

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The Village of Lovelock

DISCLAIMER;; the two characters below are mine. The storyworld is not. @luyciel is the creator of the world and the other characters in this short. ty for ur time

Jaxel "Jax" Valkyre

An 11 year old Enchant with pale skin, blond hair and piercing blue eyes

Lives in the Lovelock orphanage with his sister, Selah

His parents mysteriously disappeared at the age of 7; he managed to keep himself and Selah alive for a few months until the orphanage found them

He enjoys pranking people

Selah Valkyre

A 7 year old Enchant with pale skin, blonde hair and vibrant blue eyes

Lives in the Lovelock orphanage with her brother, Jaxel

She was 3 when she went to the orphanage and doesn't remember much about life before

She is still learning how to use magic, and sometimes gets herself into trouble. Jax is helping train her. Her current obsession is learning how to walk in people's dreams

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squaaaaack. The sound of a crow blaring into the window awoke Jax from his slumber. Draco was usually Jax's alarm clock, but this squack was different. This was the squack of news. Jax held out his arm, and Draco flew to it. With a stare around the room, Jax made sure all of the others boys were still asleep before getting up, and making his way outside to hear what Draco had to say.

"All right, what is it?" he asked the bird, who in response began to recall the news that had been shared around by the other crows throughout the night. New queen, new queen! Jax's brow furrowed slightly, confused by the news. "Why does a new queen matter to us, Draco?" Draco only moved closer. Bastard child, bastard child! And that's when it hit him. This new queen would change everything for his friend, Elara. Elara was the bastard child of the King, and she lived with her mother in town. This new queen might make it very difficult for Elara to ever visit her father in the castle. How was she dealing with this? Did she know? "Go wake Selah," he ordered the bird. Draco took off towards the girls room.

Thinking quickly, Jax ran back upstairs, changing quickly and grabbing anything he needed for the day's events. He truly wasn't sure if he'd be going to school, or skipping the day. Once he was changed he walked to the common room, meeting Selah there with Draco on her shoulder. "Good, you're ready to go. We're on our way to Elara's. I'll explain on the way."

Selah looked up at Jax, confused. "But we have school today."

Jax shook his head. "School isn't as important as friends. Like I said, I'll explain on the way." He held out his arm for Draco again, who happily hopped over. "Draco, fly ahead to Elara's. She'll know we'll be there soon if she sees you." With a glimmer in his eyes, Draco took off towards Elara's.

"Keep up," Jax said sternly to Selah, setting a fast pace towards their friend's place.

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Upon entering Elara's house, Draco appeared once more and landed on his shoulder. Before he entered Elara's room, he heard another voice in there, and decided to pause, listening in...

"Klauss, get out of here. Seriously." Oh, it was Klauss... the Mayor's boy.

"Oh come on, just checking up on a friend. I know, you're a daddy's girl, so you must be so devastated," Jax decided that he had heard enough after Klauss made that comment.

Jax walked through the door with Draco back on his shoulder. "Giver her a break," he stated, not even casting a glance at the other boy. "You and I practically grew up without real parents. She's essentially losing one right before her eyes. It's different for her," Jax didn't really know Klauss that well yet, but he knew of him. He knew that he was being raised by the mayor, but that's about it. They hadn't really gotten much of a chance to talk, which was strange given that they were the same age.

Selah walked in behind her brother, her eyes starting to tear up as she learned what was happening. Without even thinking about it, she ran up to Elara and gave her the biggest hug she could. "We'll always be here for you!"

Jax sighed at Selah's antics. "Selah, I'm not sure that's what she needs right now. We came to check up on her, not to embarrass her or upset her any more than she probably already is."

Selah still didn't let go. "I'm just giving her a hug! There's nothing wrong with that!"

Jax just rolled his eyes. His sister was only 7. She would learn someday.

"Truthfully you all should just go to school. It's fine, and I'm fine." Did Jax believe Elara's words? Not one bit. He was about to make a retort back, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Klauss pick up a piece of paper and start reading the words on it.

"What a shame that Daddy has picked his new wife over you. Welcome to the club of being abandoned by your parents." This angered Jax, and he took a step forward before he heard Elara speak again.

"Just go. Jax, I really appreciate you coming here. You too, Selah, but don't miss school because of me." Although he could tell her words were sincere, Jax could still see the glistening of unfallen tears in her eyes.

With a grunt of disgust, Jax ripped the paper out of Klauss's hands. "If you're not here to be supportive, you may as well get out," he growled. He threw the paper into the nearest trash bin. "As a child of abandonment we should be sticking together, not tearing each other down." He then leaned against one of the walls, staring back at Elara. "Where you go, I go," he decided. "And where I go, Selah goes. I'm not leaving you alone after finding out this news. So. Are we going to school, or are we ditching today? Your choice, princess," Despite everything, Jax still decided to use the word 'Princess'. Because that's what Elara would always be.

Selah tentative let go of Elara, staring into her eyes as she tried to wipe her own tears away. "Yeah! We won't leave you. Friendship is more important to me than school will ever be. I just want you to be okay." Selah felt sad that her friend had to go through this all by herself. She had grown up without knowing her parents. All she had was Jax. And the orphanage. But otherwise, she didn't know what it was like to have a parent, only to lose them.

After what seemed like a millennia, Elara finally spoke again. "Let's just go to school, I don't want them looking for us or you all getting in trouble because of me. Selah, wanna hold my hand while we walk to school?"

Before Selah could agree or disagree, Klauss raised his voice again to say, "You all have fun at school, I'm ditching." And just like that, he was gone. Good Riddance, Jax thought.

Selah watched after Klauss for a moment, then turned back to Elara. "Yes, please!" Selah loved walking with Elara. She felt safe walking by her side. She was probably the only other person aside from Jax that she trusted completely. Selah smiled up at Elara, and took her hand eagerly.

Jax frowned. "Are you sure you'll be okay to go to school?" he wondered, mumbling half to himself. He knew the kids at school would be less than kind once they heard the news. But then again, Jax always thought the worst of everyone. "As long as you're sure. But if that's the case, then we'd better go,"

Smiling at his sister seeming so happy next to Elara, Jax let out a sigh that he didn't know he was holding. "Alright. Let's head out then." He led the way out the door.

To Be Continued...

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shadowqueen402 · 2 years

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The Man Next Door (Part 11)

Here is the eleventh part! Enjoy!

Plot: While the police search the vacant house, the group meet up with Attilio and ask him what he knew. They learn more about Lance's father and later discover what was found in the house.

(At Christmas Rose Park)

To say that Attilio and his employees were alarmed at the sight of police showing up near the park would be an understanding. Last he heard, there was never any crime committed here. He and the employees made sure to keep the park safe for all park-goers.

But to his confusion, the police started to barge inside a vacant house. He then saw Eis and Sana as well as a few others approach him. "Is everything alright?" Attilio asked them. "Why are the police here?"

"It's a long story," Eis replied. "We were hoping to ask you a few questions about this man." He showed Attilio the picture. "His name is Johnathan Foster. We're trying to find his son, Lance Foster."

Attilio looked at the picture. "I haven't met this man, but my boss had." He clutched his clown mask. "Before I worked here, my boss had to kick him out of the park permanently."

"Did he reveal why?" Sana asked.

"Johnathan had this habit of making guests really uncomfortable," Attilio said. "Though he rarely came here, Johnathan would head over to the benches and sit down. That's about it. He never went on any of the rides or played any of the games. The last time my boss saw him was when he brought a young child with him. That must have been his son."

"Thank you for everything," Eis said. Attilio nodded before he turned around and left. Suddenly, he heard his name called and saw his police friend jogging up to him. "Did you and the others find anything?"

"As a matter of fact, we did," Eis's friend said to him. "We found briefcases full of cash hidden underneath an old couch. There was also a letter to Johnathan. It sounded really angry." He showed the group the letter. It read the following:

Give Lance back right now or I will make you suffer, Johnathan!!

The group stood in shock. "Whoever wrote this must believe that Johnathan was behind Lance's disappearance," Kaylo gasped.

"Considering the fact that Johanthan had a lot of enemies, I wouldn't be surprised," Cal said. "But the real question is: who wrote the letter? And why?"

(At somewhere distant)

"Your monthly artifacts have arrived, sir," A woman said to the man that sat at the desk. "Where shall we put them?"

"Where we always put our artifacts," The man replied with a smirk. "And they'll stay there until we get what we want: the amount of money that's due. Do what you must. I'll go check on our 'guest'."

The woman nodded and walked off. The man stood up from his desk. He walked out of his office and went down the long hallway. He entered a room, seeming amused at the sight.

Lying curled up in the corner, was none other than Lance. He was tied up, gagged, and blindfolded. As always, he struggled to free himself. The man walked closer, causing Lance to stop.

"I'd warned you so many times," He said to Lance. "You didn't want to listen to me, dearest son. Now, since I am a decent being, I'm giving you 'til midnight to join us. If you don't, things will not look so good for you."

Lance just made a muffled protest. The man just scoffed at him. "What would your mother say to you, Lance?" He asked in a faux-sympathetic voice. "It's probably a good thing she's not here. That woman did nothing but stick her nose into everyone's business."

He scoffed and turned around, slamming the door behind him. Lance was left all alone, wondering if he'll be freed.

(Back in Timeville)

"According to the police, they devised a trick that can help us figure out where Johnathan will take the money," Eis said to the group. "Let's hope that this trick will work."

"What trick did they do?" Leo asked.

"They replaced one of the stacks of dollar bills with a replica. But this replica is actually a tracking device. It looks and feels exactly like the rest of the genuine money, but it's not real." Eis crossed his arms. "I really hope that Lance is okay."

"Me too," Bruce said. "Lance was almost never seen with his father, preferring to be with Hannah almost all the time."

"Was his relationship with his father that bad?" Kaylo asked. "How did his father treat him?"

"His father rarely spent time with Lance," Trisha Jane said. "In fact, he pretty much neglected his wife after Lance was born."

"How horrible," Rebecca said. "I had no idea he went through all of that."

"You really can't know what a person's gone through, darlings," Lucy said. "Especially if they're always seen with a smile."

"Once we save Lance, he won't have to deal with his father no more," Mei said. "We'll keep him safe."

"For now, I have to stay alert for anything that the police find," Cal said.

"I agree," Balan said to him.

Kaylo belongs to: @kayssweetdreams

Mei Hualing belongs to: @sundove88

Rebecca belongs to: @thehyperrequiem

Trisha Jane belongs to: @lovelyteng

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the-red-mafia · 2 years

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The Reunion

During a solo mission to a B.A.D. facility, Velvet runs into a certain person from her childhood. When their attempts to avoid them fail, the teen must attempt to calm them down so they can escape with the item they need. However, this person seems particularly determined to not let Velvet go...not again.

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4 days after “The Aftermath”

To say Velvet didn’t expect to see her here would be a lie. It had been a few days since the Red Mafia’s last mission and everyone seemed to be doing better. However, Mad was refusing to speak to Zaeor for the time being. The teen mentioned that they were overreacting but that comment had been received…poorly by the others. Because of Mad’s attitude, Zaeor decided to send Velvet on a solo mission. To Velvet’s surprise, the mission didn’t involve violence or an assassination. The “fetch quest”, as Zaeor was calling it, was simply to enter a B.A.D. facility located on Unai and retrieve blueprints for a new machine they were working on. Simple, right?

Velvet sighed as an alarm started sounding around the hallway where they landed.

Of course, they upgraded their security, Velvet thought, rolling her eyes. In one swift movement, the teen jumped up and pulled themself back into the vent above them and quickly shut the grate. Just as she got out of sight, Velvet heard shouting and loud footsteps beneath her. They waited a few minutes after the sound stopped to move down the vent pathway.

Ok, are there any other entry points to the lab? The assassin thought as she crawled, This vent system doesn’t go all the way there, so I’d have to transfer to the other one. The closest entrance to that one is in…the East corridor. Right. I’ll have to get out of here in the kitchen and make a run for it. Velvet quickly took a right and continued down the vent, being careful to make minimal noise. They quickly arrived at the kitchen’s large vent cover but quickly noticed someone was in the room. She ducked behind the corner in the vent system but the damage was done.

“Who’s there!?” a familiar female voice called out. Velvet’s eyes widened and they quickly covered their mouth to keep themself from saying anything.

“I swear I heard someone…” the voice said, seemingly putting down some kind of metal dish, “Make yourself known!” Velvet remained silent, gripping their jaw. Scratching echoed around the space and the face of Nala Bolton quickly popped up near the vent cover.

“Are you in the vents?” She demanded, “You are! I see your foot! Who are you?”

Fuck, Zaeor’s gonna kill me, Velvet thought, quickly pulling her left foot close to her body.

“Come out right now before I call security! I’ll take off this vent cover right now!” Velvet took a deep breath before popping their head around the corner to look Nala in the eyes.

“Uhm, hi Mrs. Bolton,” Velvet said nervously, waving their left hand. Nala’s face softened as she observed Velvet’s face.

“A child? What are you doing in the vents?” She asked, tilting her head slightly.

“Oh you know, the new internet trend. ‘Hide in the vents of a business’ secret facility to prove you’re not a coward’.” Nala sighed.

“Of course that would be a thing. Well come on, I think there’s a screwdriver around here somewhere. I’ll take off the cover and we can get you back to your parents.”

“I’d rather not.” Nala looked at the darkened features of Velvet’s face, confused.

“Why not? It can’t be comfortable there.”

“I’ll…um...get in trouble.”

“No you won’t, you’ll be fine. You’re a kid and kids make stupid decisions sometimes. No one’s going to punish you.” Her mother’s soft, calming voice was almost enough to coax Velvet out of the vent, had they not been on a mission. They quickly moved their head back behind the corner so they were fully out of Nala’s view.

“I don't want to, thanks.” Nala sighed and disappeared from the vent cover. Velvet could hear footsteps as she walked and then stopped somewhere. Before long, the teen heard scratching noises at the vent cover. She turned her head a bit to see Nala unscrewing the screws keeping the vent cover in place. When she finished, Nala pulled the vent cover and set it down on a counter nearby. The C.E.O. then stood up on the counter and peek her own head into the vent, then extended one of her hands.

“Come on kiddo, let’s get you out of there. I promise no one will hurt you,” She said softly. Velvet melted at the sound of Nala’s voice and sighed. They took Nala’s hand and allowed her to guide them out of the vent before steading themself on the ground.

“See, that wasn’t so hard!” Nala said cheerfully, turning her head to look at Velvet, “Now then, shall we…” Nala’s eyes widened as she looked at Velvet in the light. Velvet closed her eyes, preparing for what was coming next. Against Velvet’s expectations, Nala pulled Velvet into a big hug.

“Umm, Mrs. Bolton?”

“Don’t you pull that on me, Velvet Bolton.” Velvet let out a nervous chuckle as Nala stepped back and grabbed Velvet’s hands, looking at her child.

“Oh my gods, look at how big you are.”

“I’ve only been gone for a year, mom.”

“I don’t care.” Nala embraced Velvet again, tears forming in the older woman’s eyes.

“I…missed you. So much,” the C.E.O. stuttered, “After the night at the statue and-” Velvet returned the hug, resting their head on their mom’s shoulder. The two stayed like this for several minutes before Nala stepped back once again.

“Where have you been?” Nala asked, tracing a few of the scars present on Velvet’s face with her thumb, “What happened to you? These weren’t here before.”

“It’s...nothing mom. Nothing to worry about.” Nala narrowed her eyes at her child.

“Don’t lie to me, Velvet. Where have you been? Why did you run away?” Velvet looked towards the floor.

“I-I just had to, ok? I…can’t tell you.”

“Sure you can, I’m your mother. You can tell me anything.” Velvet quickly broke her hands-free from Nala’s grip and backed away slowly.

“I really can’t mom, I’m sorry. I have to go, I have to-”

“Wait!” Nala called out, grabbing Velvet’s left wrist. Velvet turned to look her mother in the eyes. Tears were running down the woman's face as she gripped Velvet’s wrist but that didn’t stop her fierce, determined look that sent a chill down Velvet’s spine.

“You’re not going anyway, young lady,” Nala muttered, “Not until I get some answers. Come on, we can talk in my room.”

The two quickly entered Nala’s chambers at the compound. It was a simple small bedroom with a twin-size bed covered in grey bed sheets. The rest of the room was plain, other than a simple light-colored wood desk with a laptop set on it. Nala locked the door behind them and gently led Velvet to sit on the bed. She sat next to them and stared at their child for several moments before clearing her throat.

“So…” she began, “What’s going on? Why can’t you tell me where you’ve been?”

“It’s…complicated. Like I said,” The teen replied, looking at the floor.

“Try me, I might be able to understand more than you think.”

“Mom, I really don’t want to talk about it.” Nala sighed and softly grabbed Velvet’s chin, lifting it so that the two’s eyes met.

“Dēvoveō, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.” Velvet let out a small chuckle at the old nickname.

“Do you have any idea what that means?”

“Hm?”

“Dēvoveō means curse in Latin, mom.” Nala’s eyes widened as her hands returned to her sides.

“What? …But Unor-” Velvet interrupted her with a scoff.

“Yeah, he was just calling me a curse. It wasn’t a ‘cute nickname’ or anything.” Nala stared at her child for several moments before tears started to form in her eyes.

“Velvet, I’m so so sorry-”

“Don’t be,” The teen commented, putting their right arm on their mom’s shoulder, “You didn’t know. Actually, I kind of like it.” Nala let out a tiny smile before looking towards Velvet’s hand and holding it gently with her own. After a few moments, Nala softly set Velvet’s hand on her lap and rolled her uniform sleeve up slightly.

“Mom what are you doing-”

“Where did you get this scar from?” Nala asked, pointing at the small circle-shaped pale scar that Velvet had received a few days earlier from Maroon’s fungal frenzy. The teen let out a quiet sigh of relief.

“It’s nothing.” Nala looked Velvet in the eyes.

“Where did you get it?” The older woman asked sternly. Velvet sighed.

“I was…training with a teammate of mine. We went a bit overboard and that’s the reminder I get from that,” the teen lied. Nala raised an eyebrow.

“Teammate? So you’re with other people?” Velvet looked at her.

“Uh…yeah. There’s 5 of us.” A bright smile took over Nala’s face.

“5! You have 5 friends, that’s amazing!” Velvet’s face scrunched up.

“Not friends, mater, teammates.” The woman laughed and pulled Velvet into a hug.

“Right right, of course. What are their names?” Velvet sighed, backing out of the hug.

“Well, there’s Maroon. They’re the one I was training with.”

“And the others?”

“Solana, Mad, and Thorn.”

“Mad? That’s an interesting name for a kid,” Nala commented, smiling. Velvet scoffed.

“Yeah, that’s because they’re not a kid. They’re a robot: Mad is an abbreviation for something but I couldn’t be bothered to remember what.” Nala tilted her head slightly in confusion.

“Why not? They’re your friend after all.”

“Not friends, Mom. Especially right now.”

“Did something happen?” Velvet groaned and put their head in their hands.

“Apparently. Everyone is overreacting right now.” Nala sighed and shook her head.

“I’m sure if you all talked things out you can fix it.” Velvet laughed sarcastically.

“Right, as if that will solve anything.”

“I think you’ll be surprised, fīlia,” Nala said, before stopping herself, “Wait, does that one mean something bad too?” Velvet chuckled slightly.

“It just means daughter, you’re good.” Nala smiled.

“As I was saying, give it a shot. Maybe you’ll find out something new about your…teammates.” Velvet rolled her eyes before looking towards the floor. A few seconds passed before either of them said anything.

“Mater, did you hear about Yuo and Elizabeth Montoya?” Nala tilted her head slightly.

“About Yuo’s assassination and Elizabeth’s death? Yes, I heard about it.”

“And how would you react if I told you that I had a part in both of their deaths?” Velvet watched Nala’s eyes widen.

“…Velvet-”

“How would you react?” the teen repeated, staring at Nala. The woman was quiet for a moment before sighing.

“I…would be shocked, and I would have to ask about the circumstances. But either way, I’m sure you di- would have done it for a good reason.” Velvet broke eye contact and let out a loud groan.

“You’re too forgiving, mater.” Nala raised an eyebrow.

“You think so?”

“Yes. I basically just confessed to murder and you respond with ‘I’m sure you did it for a good reason!” Velvet exclaimed, throwing her right hand up into the air to emphasize her frustration. While their hand was in the air, Nala saw a white bandage hidden under the sleeve of Velvet’s uniform. Her eyes went wide.

“Why do you have a bandage on your arm?” Nala asked coldly. Velvet’s eyes widened and they quickly put their hand down and pulled their uniform sleeve down nervously.

“It’s nothing.” Nala narrowed her eyes at them and crossed her arms.

“Velvet, don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not!”

“Why do you have a bandage on your arm?” Velvet looked away from her and around the small room.

“Just..um..some scars from that same training session with Maroon! We really worked hard and it shows,” they stumbled out, turning back to look at her. Nala shook her head and sighed.

“This ‘training’ sounds highly dangerous.”

“You should’ve seen Maroon,” Velvet said, chuckling.

“What were you training for anyways?” Nala asked. Velvet turned back to sit crisscross facing her mom.

“Missions.”

“Like the one you’re on right now?”

“Yep.”

“What’s your mission anyways?” Velvet paused for a moment.

“Well,” she began, “My boss wants me to steal some blueprints for a new machine Unor is apparently working on. Something about a new teleporting gun or something.” Nala’s eyes lit up once Velvet mentioned the blueprints.

“I know those! It was a new weapon Unor wanted to create. I just had a meeting with some of our inventors about the progress on that. Your father-”

“He’s not my father,” Velvet interjected. Nala stared at Velvet.

“Velvet-”

“He’s not my dad, mom! He never acted like one and he sure as hell doesn’t act like one now. He doesn’t get that title,” Velvet mumbled, looking toward the ground. Nala sighed and rested one of her hands on Velvet’s.

“Ok, sweetheart. I get it.” The two sat in silence for a few minutes before Velvet stood up abruptly.

“I need to get going,” they said, “I still need to go get those blueprints and my boss is expecting me back soon.” Nala quickly stood up and moved in between Velvet and the door.

“No, no. I’ll go get the blueprints. I don’t want you getting seen, you know how Unor gets,” Nala said, walking to the door. Before Velvet could protest the C.E.O. was already out of the door and on their way toward the laboratory. Velvet let out a deep sigh before sitting back down on the bed to await their mother’s return.

It had been at least twenty minutes before Nala Bolton returned to her room carrying some rolled-up papers and a small pink lunchbox. Velvet immediately recognized the box, smiling slightly at seeing it.

“Is that my grade 1 lunchbox?” The assassin asked. Nala laughed.

“It is! I’m surprised you recognize it!”

“I’m only 15 mater, it wasn’t that long ago.” Nala chuckled again and handed the pink box to Velvet.

“I think you should have it. I filled it with a few things that…I think you should have. Especially right now. I have more but you can get those when I see you again.” Velvet’s face darkened as she held the box in her hands. Their life was far from safe and they could die at any moment, who knows if they will ever meet again?

“Thanks…” Velvet mumbled, “I…I don’t have anything to give you, my mission uniform-” Nala smiled and placed her empty hand on Velvet’s shoulder.

“It’s fine, fīlia, you can give me something when we meet again!” she said cheerfully. Velvet faked a smile, holding the box by their side.

“Of course, mom.” Nala then held the rolled-up papers out to her child.

“And here,” she said, “Are those blueprints you were looking for.” Velvet looked between the papers and her mother’s face for several seconds.

“Can…can I take these?” they asked, “I mean, Unor will suspect you, won’t he?” Nala winked at her child and placed the papers in her other hand.

“Don’t worry, I’ve gotten pretty good at placating him when I need to,” Nala commented. Velvet looked worriedly at her mother but didn’t push the issue further.

“T-thank you. I don’t know how to repay you,” Velvet mumbled, looking at her mother’s eyes which were on level with hers.

“You can repay me by not disappearing for starters,” Nala said, “And by staying safe. Can you do that for me, sweetie?” Velvet nodded and Nala smiled in response.

“Great. I suppose you should get going now?”

“Mhm. Do you have vent access from here?” Nala chuckled and gestured to the vent above her desk space.

“You always did love hanging out in the vents, didn’t you?” Nala said, “It’s not bolted in, by the way. It should just open when you apply pressure on it.” Velvet nodded and turned to use the desk chair to enter the ventilation system once again. However, the teen quickly turned to face her mother once more before pulling her into a hug again.

“Thank you mom, for everything,” Velvet whispered, “I’ll…I’ll miss you.” Nala softly smiled and returned the hug.

“I’ll miss you too, mihi minor dēvoveō,” Nala whispered into Velvet’s ear. A small tear fell onto Nala’s blue blouse as Velvet pulled away and turned towards the vent. They quickly jumped onto the desk and pushed the vent cover out of the way. She turned to face her mother one last time, waving awkwardly for a moment. Nala smiled and waved back before watching her missing child disappear into the darkness of the vents once again.

When Velvet returned to the Mahogany Mansion, the rest of the team was talking in the living room. They tried to greet her but Velvet ran up the stairs to her room. They had already given the blueprints to Zaeor, who had teleported them back home. Velvet quickly shut the door and slumped against the detailed wood. They pulled the pink lunch box onto their lap and stared at the metal for multiple minutes. There were a few dents on the sides from being thrown around by a younger version of Velvet. It took the assassin several minutes to finally open the container. When she did, she found a red beaded bracelet with a “C” bead in the middle on top of some kind of object covered in white tissue paper. Velvet picked up the bracelet first, holding it between her fingers in her right hand. She ran her left pointer finger along the various shaped beads, tears forming in her eyes.

Where did she…, they thought, holding the piece of jewelry close to their chest, This shouldn’t exist. How… Velvet quickly wiped the tears out of their eyes when they heard knocking on the door behind them.

“Hey um, Velvet? Are you ok?” a voice, Maroon, called from the hallway.

“O-Of course I am,” Velvet stuttered, “Leave me alone.”

“Are you sure? You ran in really-”

“I already said to leave me the fuck alone, Maroon! Don’t make me make you.” Velvet snapped. There was silence for a few moments before Velvet heard Maroon’s receding footsteps echo in the hallway. Velvet quickly shook their head before sliding the red bracelet onto their right wrist.

The beads tumbled to the floor, spilling hundreds of tiny pieces of plastic all over the white marble floor. Velvet stared at the mess in shock, just barely catching the beads’ container before it hit the ground.

“Oopsies,” The 11-year-old mumbled. The boy next to her laughed and began to pick up the different colored beads from in between the carpet.

“Come on, help me pick them up!” the boy joked, “Whoever picks up the most wins!” Velvet’s face morphed into one of determination and she began rapidly picking up the plastic pieces.

“You are so on, Caran!”

Velvet was jolted back into reality by another knock on the door.

“Velvet?” Solana’s voice was muffled by the door, “Are you in there?”

“Why can’t you all just leave me alone?” Velvet shouted back, turning their head to look at the closed door. Solana sighed.

“Why’d you threaten Maroon?”

“None of your fucking business!” Velvet heard motion from the doorknob and suddenly the door pushed on her back and moved her forward. Solana poked their head into the room and looked around before looking down at Velvet.

“Oh, there you are,” Solana said, squeezing through the little space between the door and the wall, “You didn’t lock the door.”

“Get out of my room, Solana!” The elf sighed and shut the door before joining Velvet on the floor. The elf held a silver can out to Velvet, smirking.

“Grabbed you this from the kitchen. Can imagine you’re tired.”

“Thanks.” Velvet popped open the tab on the can and took a few drinks. The two sat in awkward silence for a few moments before Solana spoke.

“What happened on your mission?” They asked. Velvet turned away and looked towards the ground on their left, where Solana was not.

“Nothing important, just a mission.”

“It was your first solo mission in a while, right?”

“No.” Solana raised an eyebrow at the teen.

“Really? I don’t remember you going on any other solo missions since I joined the mafia.”

“I go on solo missions pretty often, actually. I typically don’t tell you guys about them considering most of them are assassinations and you know how Mad gets,” Velvet mumbled.

“Ah,” Solana replied, “What was this mission?”

“Just getting some blueprints from my dad. Nothing big.”

“Did you run into him?”

“No.”

“Then what happened?”

“Nothing, I already fucking told you.”

“You wouldn’t have yelled at Maroon if nothing happened.” Velvet looked up at the elf sitting next to her and shook her head.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I yell at Maroon all the time.” Solana rolled their eyes as Velvet took another sip of their energy drink.

“Maybe, but I’ve never seen them so genuinely terrified of you. I was kinda shocked when I ran into them and they were in tears.” Velvet closed their eyes and rested their head on their knees.

“Yeah, whatever. Yell at me all you want, I don’t care.”

“I’m not going to yell at you.”

“That’s a first.” Solana looked at Velvet sympathetically before sighing.

“What actually happened on your mission?”

“Fucking nothing, alright?”

“I’m not leaving until you tell me, Velvet.” The teen looked between Solana and the lunchbox for several moments before placing the box on their lap once more.

“I ran into my mom, ok? That’s all. Nothing big.”

“Did she give you that?” Solana asked, gesturing to the box.

“Yeah. She also helped me get the blueprints without being seen by the security.”

“That’s nice of her.”

“Mhm.”

“So why are you hiding away in your room? Aren’t you happy that you saw your mom again?”

“I am!” Velvet exclaimed, “I-it’s….it’s just that…” Velvet’s voice faded out as she stared into space.

“It’s just what?” Solana said, urging them to continue. Velvet sighed and shook their head.

“Just some stuff she said. I’m fine.” Solana sighed and crossed their arms.

“Ok, I get it. You don’t want to talk about it.” The two sat in silence once more. Velvet stared at the lunchbox on their lap for a few minutes before slowly opening the lid once more. Solana looked over as the teen slowly unwrapped the tissue paper in the box until something was revealed from beneath it. Velvet slowly picked up a small unicorn stuffed animal about the size of her phone. It had a yellow felt making up its body and a purple mane, hooves, and tail. The eyes were also purple with a small amount of glitter covering the fabric. Velvet held the small plush in their hand and stared at it. Solana examined the plush from afar, tilting their head slightly to see it better. Velvet’s eyes started to form tears that the assassin quickly wiped off of her face in an attempt to hide them from Solana.

“What’s that?” The elf asked, gesturing towards the plush. Velvet didn’t answer, instead gently handing the small animal to Solana before standing up. They walked over to the closet near the other wall of the room. She slowly opened the door and reached inside, seemingly looking for something. Solana watched curiously as Velvet rummaged around in the closet and eventually pulled out a small shoe box. They placed the box on the floor and sat down before opening it and pulling out a similar-looking unicorn plush. This one’s colors were inverted, instead having a purple body with yellow features. Velvet left the shoebox on the ground and returned to where Solana sat near the door.

“That one’s named Sprinkles,” Velvet mumbled, pointing at the plush Solana was holding before gesturing to theirs, “And this one’s Frosting.” Solana let out a small chuckle.

“I didn’t know you liked unicorns, Velvet.”

“I don’t. Caran did.” Solana’s eyes widened and they turned to stare at the small plush in their hand. It was soft, its fur imbued with hundreds of memories and joy.

“So these were-” Velvet cut them off.

“That one was Caran’s,” She said, “And this one was mine. They were a set Caran got when he turned 11 and he gave one to me.” Velvet softly stroked the plush, a few tears falling into their hand.

“How did your mom get this?” Solana asked, holding Sprinkles up to examine them further.

“No idea,” the assassin muttered, “It should’ve been destroyed by Unor shortly after Caran died.” Solana once again looked at Velvet sympathetically. Velvet sighed and put the plush on the ground.

“I’m gonna get her out of there,” they said, crossing their arms, “She doesn’t deserve to be there anymore. She…never did.” Solana raised an eyebrow.

“You want to break your mom out of B.A.D.?” Velvet nodded, causing the elf to sigh.

“I get that, Velvet, but you can’t.”

“Yes I can!” she said, standing up and turning towards the elf, “I’ve killed gods, Solana! I’m not going to leave her there when I can do something about it.”

“And what would Zaeor think?” Solana asked, also standing, “Where would she live? How would you keep her hidden from your dad?”

“It doesn’t matter, I can figure that out after. She’s suffering there, I can’t stand by and let that hap-”

“But you have to,” Solana interrupted, “You have to stand by and leave it be. You can’t risk a full-on invasion of B.A.D.. We can’t risk it.”

“I don’t need your guys’ help,” Velvet spat, “I’ll do it on my own.”

“No, you won’t. We can’t afford to lose a team member right now. Come on, Velvet, you have to put your emotions asid-” The elf stopped halfway through their sentence to Velvet glaring at her.

“No, go on,” Velvet growled, gesturing in a circle, “Finish your sentence, Solana.” He sighed and shook his head slightly.

“Velvet, you can’t. If you break your mom out of there, what will the public think? They’ll put Unor under special protection to keep him safe and send out hundreds of people to look for her. You would be putting all of our lives in jeopardy for one person. If you think talking to Nolan put the secrecy of the mafia at risk, this would be a hundred times worse.” Velvet looked at the ground and sighed.

“You’re right,” they said, throwing their hands in the air, “You’re right! Of course, you’re right.” Velvet took a few steps back and fell onto her bed, burying her head in her hands. Solana walked over and sat next to them.

“I can’t just leave her there, Solana,” Velvet said, crossing their arms across their stomach, “After everything she’s done for me…she doesn’t deserve to be stuck there.”

“I get that,” she replied, “But you have to look at the full picture. Strategy, remember?” Velvet slightly chuckled.

“Yeah, strategy.” The two sat in silence for a few minutes before Velvet suddenly sprung up, startling Solana.

“That’s it!” they exclaimed, walking over to their desk on the other side of the bed.

“What’s it?” Solana asked, turning to face her.

“Strategy! That’s how I’ll save my mom.” Solana raised an eyebrow.

“Hm?” Velvet opened up the desk drawer and ruffled through a few papers before pulling out a green notebook and a pen. They jumped onto the bed and opened the notebook to a blank page.

“We need a plan to beat Unor. An actual one, not whatever Zaeor is planning right now.” Solana’s eyes widened as Velvet opened the pen.

“You’re…doing something without Zaeor?”

“Not without him. Just…I don’t know. He’s taking so long. Are you gonna help me or not?” Solana chuckled and scooted closer to the notebook.

“I’m in.” Velvet smiled.

“Perfect.”

#/the red mafia #/trm part 2 #/chapter 022 #/velvet #/velvet bolton #/nala bolton #/maroon #/maroon pembrooke #/solana #/solana roison #/the reunion

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summary: Jungkook is the heir to the throne of your Kingdom! In this tale of duty versus heart, will love prevail victorious?

tags: Royalty!Jungkook x Peasant!Reader, oneshot, smut, fluff, slight angst, some crack, pining, forbidden lovers, Jungkookie has a sweet tooth, strangers to friends to lovers

warnings: explicit language, impact play, birthday sex (technically), fingering, oral (m receiving*), love marking, alcohol consumption, s&m themes, horny grinding, praise kink/body worship

a/n:

hey guys!

Firstly, I want to say how proud I am of myself for growing so much during this fic. I learned a lot about what I'm comfortable with, what I'd like to work on, and where my confidences lie.

I won't lie and say it's been easy, because writing this meant dealing with a lot of my fears? I'm excited for all the works that are to come.

The only thing I can do is be as receptive to growth as possible, so I'm looking forward to learning...

*I actually learned that Vaseline wasn't invented until like the 1870s? The fic is written in the 1810s, so I actually had a choice between having them do it with vegetable oil or spit. Spit won.

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5 years ago

You bend over to pick up an apple that had rolled over under your father's produce cart, praying that it isn't bruised so that you have to pay for it out of your dinner, when a crumpled piece of paper hits you in the ass.

Confused, you crawl out from under the stand and unwrap the paper.

The paper itself is of the finest quality you've ever seen. It's a sturdy cardstock, bleached white with gold etchings on the borders. The print on the top of it reads "His Highness Jeon's Royal Study," and scribbled in some kid's amateur cursive below, "Nice butt."

You directed your gaze upwards, towards the towering castle walls. Sure enough, a boy no older than 15 had his noggin popping out from the top of the rampart, with two wide eyes staring down, curious as to your reaction. This was Prince Jungkook, heir to the throne of your kingdom.

"Shouldn't you be equestrian horse riding or playing polo or something?" You shout. He furrows his eyebrows, apparently offended at your assumption, and then disappears behind the edifice.

Moments later, another paper hits your shoulder as you're practicing your caligraphy behind your cart. It lands between the apples, so you reach your hand over and fish out out.

You glance up at the anticipant, and sure enough he's there with his doe eyes and his coconut head, ogling.

"No, dumbie. That's at MID-day." Well how were YOU supposed to know the royal schedule of the crown prince, it wasn't just common knowlegde you learned from being a humble farmer's daught--

Ah!

"Will you STOP?!" You put your foot down. "Unless you're here to buy my apples, then you're not getting ANY, little Prince." Oh, shit. You gave him ideas. Now it was really over for you.

In less than half an hour, half a company of men arrived at the marketplace, asking about your little old apple stand, and sure enough, Jungkook had bought out the entire cart so that you were forced to help with the transaction.

The young prince had eyes frankly too big for his head, with the most prominent cupid's bow you've ever seen. His nose slightly outgrew his face and his ears were hidden away behind his short, black hair. "Now you can talk to me." He gave you a rose he'd stolen from the royal garden. "I am Jungkook, heir to the throne of--"

"I know who you are." You interrupt him, documenting His Highness' total in your calligraphy book.

With a hand perched on his chest from surprise, he scoffed. "And I happen to think you're really pretty, so I was going to ask you to be my very first consor--"

"You're 15, you have playmates not consorts."

"And how old are you?!" He's had it, raising his voice and taking a bite out of one of your apples with force.

"16, old enough to have suitors." You tease. Jungkook hangs his head a little. He just needed someone to talk to, it would seem. Reluctantly, you scribbled down your address down on a piece of note paper and handed it to him.

"Look, if you buy more of my apples, I'll have an excuse to tell my Dad so I can hang out with you." You spoke in a low voice as to not raise suspicion.

Your dad is standing negotiating with the guards about prices, his usual embarassing haggling gruffly overpowering the guards elegant twiddle-tones.

"Wonderful! See you soon, my sweet!" He resumes his confident demeanor, tucking the paper into his overcoat with a small smile. He salutes you boyishly and marches away with a year's supply of apples.

For the next week, the royal kitchen had baked 3 apple pies, made 5 fruit salads, 4 batches of apple muffins, and threw the rest of them in Sangria; that's the same Sangria as King Jeon finds himself drinking in his wife's drawing room on Sunday.

"Call Chef, fetch him up here." He waves to his assistant, keeping his eyes on the outside. He was deep in thought, his hands stoicly behind his back.

The Kingdom had been prosperous for over many years now, and war had not come close to threatening its borders in a lifetime. Negotiations were always successful, and quality of living was high. The work of a King, in a situation such as this, was to perfect the image of the royal family as strong rulers, and to paint his daughters as desirable to foreign heirs.

"Your Grace," the assistant called his attention, "Head Chef Sung." The dainty man bows and scurries off somewhere else.

Chef Sung is a portly man, who carries himself heaving with every step, his great belly inflating with each hefty inhale. He approaches the King, and kneels down to kiss his hand with his fat lips.

The King recoils in disgust, but quickly collects himself and his words. "Where are these apples from, is it France or Spain?" He demands.

"Neither, Your Highness." Mr.Sung lifts up his eyes. "They are from our Holy Kingdom; by order of Prince Jungkook, an entire cart was purchased of these apples and we have not been able to get rid of them." Tears threatened Chef Sungs eyes at the very mention of the fruit.

'Well, there's one thing the kid's done right.' King Jeon now faces the Chef, setting down his drink on a mahogany table, leaning against it casually. "Well! Good. I'd like to meet the owner of that cart, invite him to my Sunday brunch."

"Oh, yes, of course sir! You'll never see them in our kitchen aga--What?" Chef Sung takes out his handkerchief, waving it around in the air and drying his tears at once. "So you like them! Why...Yes! Yes, of course!"

Your father thought it would be valuable to have you around the kitchen, learning from the skilled men and women employed by the Jeon family. He only visited once a week to drop off fresh produce, (he'd been officially hired to handle restocking of goods) but you, after showing promising signs of being a gifted baker during one of your father's restocks, were granted scholarship by Ms.Kang to be her aid.

You were now, officially, a resident of the Jeon Estate, residing in the servant's quarters, immediately adjacent to the kitchen. This was convenient. It was far too convenient for a certain little Prince to get the idea of wanting a midnight snack and wandering downstairs.

One day, he does just that. He finds his way into the first bedroom to the right of the stairs facing the kitchen, and that happens to be your bedroom.

He pokes you awake. "Ow! Ow, whyyy~" You whine and toss yourself over to the other side of the bed. His irritating poking persists. You grab his fingers and your eyes shatter open.

You sit up, alarmed. "You could have me arrested, what the fuck are you doing?!"

"I wanted a midnight snack! Besides, I wanna talk to you." He pouts, still holding a small teddy companion.

"Fine. I'll bake you ONE sheet of cookies." You slip on your night shoes and shuffle to the kitchen, and Jungkook tags along.

By the time Jungkook's 18th birthday comes around, he's in the kitchen helping you whisk buttercream to top his cake while having a tease at the Austrian Princess' mole.

"You have one right under your lip, look!" You take a little buttercream from the bowl and stain the dark spot with it.

He licks it up and hastens to add, "it needs more sugar, lady!" as he turns to grab a puffy bag of confection sugar.

"You're impossible to please." Snatching the sugar away from him, you smirk. "You can gobble down as many sweets as you want when the ball commences. Remember, this is the year you're supposed to be keeping your eye out for a girl of a good fam--"

"Yada yada, must have hips for childbearing, yada yada yada..." He mocks the speech his mother had told him that morning when he got dressed.

"Exactly." You set your bowl aside to fix Jungkook's tie. "Yes, and that's your duty, as our heir."

You step back and examine Jungkook one more time. He'd grown so tall in the last year, his legs like spider's and he was just beginning to grow into his features. Handsome boy.

You, too, had grown into an elegant young woman. You had a poised complexion, ready-mannered and graceful. Your hands seemed out of place in your otherwise feminine frame, carrying an extra bit of girth from baking. You were 19 years old.

Marriage was becoming an uncomfortably frequent topic during your visits home, as your mother had married young, herself, she expected the same of you.

Truth be told, there were plenty of offers for your hand. You were a skilled and very esteemed individual, who had broken into thr artisinal class. But your father knew better than put a dowry on your happiness. So long as you worked, he saw no reason to marry you off just yet.

"Now, go. Your sisters must be worried sick! Go out there." You shoo him, pushing him out the door of the kitchen despite his flailing arms.

Throughout the party, you'd been carrying a platter of your own baked goods, serving them to the aristocrats attending the Princes' coming-of-age ball. Accents from all over Europe and some from Kingdoms as far East as Cyprus jubilantly engaged in artful conversation which filled the air with good spirits.

Jungkook, himself, was busy being introduced to as many women as possible, a medley of presenting duchesses, ladies, and even Princesses of your Kingdom. They were each more qualified than you'll ever be, ten-fold.

One was a Greek Princess, her hair cascaded in darling curls down her shoulders and her eyes were deep-set, her voice a flirtatious trill.

Another, a Prussian Princess', posture radiated excellency, and whose complexion sparkled like powdered snow. Jungkook greeted her warmly, pleased with her appearance.

Distracted, you tripped up your skirt and dropped the remainder of your pastries. With that, you stepped off to use the restroom.

The sound of Strauss' Rosen aus dem Süden faintly loomed in the air as you wiped tears from your waterline in the mirror. That was just the way it was, wasn't it? Princes come of age, and they find wives who they commit their lives to.

"Married men don't have friends who are girls." You say out loud, just to realize it. Jungkook was now expected to find a mate within the season, and he was, in fact, quite the eligible bachelor.

Little did you know that Jungkook had been keeping an eye out for you throughout the party, not only because you were carrying his favorite Danish pastires, but because he knew your company was his greatest comfort.

He's in the midst of greeting the Duchess of Kent when he excuses himself to go look for you. He finds your mess first, frowning as he realizes something has gone terribly wrong.

He catches you in the hallway, face puffy and shaky. He grabs your wrist to keep you from darting back to the kitchen.

"Please don't do this, it's my birthday, y/n." It's as if an unspoken rule had been broken between you, and he feels it. Something is making you uncomfortable. "Was it the girls? You told me about this, it's my duty to at least greet them and--"

"Yeah, you sure did greet the Prussian woman nicely." You speak through tears. "She's the girl you were born to be with, huh? Your birthright?"Jungkook is silent. "Every girl at that ball wants to be your wife, want to have your children. They haven't known you for a day and yet they're ready to be your bride."

You search Jungkook's eyes for any sign of coherence, hoping that he would defend against you, that he would speak up and tell you otherwise. No such argument comes.

You yank your arm from his grip and march to the kitchen to remake the pastries you spilled.

You had the job of clearing off all the tables upon the departure of the last guests. It is midnight, and the windows of the castle stream moonlight down on the carpet beneath your feet. The glow of candles soothe you as you hum the waltzes which echo in your mind. It's a brilliant evening.

The centerpieces of the tables were gardenias, lush rose-like flowers with yellow pistils.

Summer, 1809

"Jungkook, wait! You're going to make me trip!" You shout from the top of the hill.

"You've gotta come see before the sun sets! It's the only way we'll get there on time, now run!" Jungkook's speeding down the terrain towards the Sycamore tree which grew deep and wide beneath the banks of a great rushing river.

You groan and throw caution to the wind, rolling down the steep mount in your Sunday dress. Jungkook turns to watch you, a grin spreading across his handsome face. "Look at you!"

You land on your feet at the bottom and scurry off to join Jungkook under the grandfather tree, out of breath entirely. "Now, look what you made me do. You're such a boy, you know that?! Making me come out here just to see some bloody--"

Jungkook has plucked a gardenia and placed it behind your ear. "Would you shut up? We got here on time. Behold."

In all its glory, the sun bathes you in its vivacious rays, creating a feeling of heavenly bliss as it dips below the horizon. The sky blushes pink, its clouds mere whisps above you. Wind rustles the leaves of the grand tree, rousing the birds to chirp their afternoon song.

"Mom used to come here all the time with my Dad, because of these." Jungkook clasped the blooming flower in his tender hands.

After a while, he says "the bugs will come out soon, so we ought to go back," as if he's trying not to scare something away. He helps you up, and with one last look across the valley, you walk next to each other back to the East Quarters.

You take all the silverware and plates by the tub to the dish-washing station and toss all of the linen napkins into the washing machine. All you had left was to blow out the lights in leading upstairs.

"Prince! It is very late, and there are no guests left for you to entertain. What troubles you?" Jungkook's sitting on the stairs with his head in his hands, still wearing his best suit.

"I disappointed you, y/n...I didn't like any of them." He admits, lifting his head up to sulk at you. "I should have told you then, but I didn't want to make you upset!"

Did Jungkook mistake your jealousy for disappointment?

"I'm not upset because you didn't hit it off with the girls..." You sigh. A confession is due, and he's ready to hear the truth from you about how you feel about him.

"Well, the truth is, I didn't like any of the girls because I like you, y/n. But you know that, don't you?" You pause, asking him to elaborate.

"Remember when I bought all the apples because I wanted to be with you? Like...I told you that you were my consort and I kind of meant it?" He felt pathetic now, realizing that you weren't just ignoring his advances. "So you didn't friendzone me for 2 years, you actually didn't know that I liked you."

It was almost laughable, a situation you would read in one of your illegal novels which you kept tucked away in your pillow at night. "No, Kookie, I didn't." You admit to your insolence.

You can't bear to lead him on any longer. You needed to put duty over your own self interest for the sake of the kingdom, even if it shattered his hope. It was better this way.

"But, you do know that we can't ever be a thing, right? It's just silly." Your heart tightens with the words which fall out of your mouth. "It is. Nevermind what your parents would think, what would it do for your image? You're on the world's stage, Jungkook, and you're a selfish person if you think you can just throw all of your duties away to date a scum of the Earth like-- like me!" With your heart in your throat, dry your eyes with your sleeve. "And...I want to, I really really want to, more than anything else to love you, Jungkook. I love you! I...can't." Through the blur of your tears, the shapeless blob that Jungkook has become stands up.

Taking his thumb and swiping it under your eyes, he sighs. Words escaping him, he takes your trembling body against his chest and nestles his head in the crook of your neck. Your cold hands travel underneath his overcoat to hold his waist. The Princes' lips plant a gentle kiss on your neck, chaste yet deep and satisfying.

"I will not accept any bride if not you, my love." He draws back, meeting your fervid gaze. "To the world, I remain a bachelor for a few years."

"And after those years, Jungkook?" You ride your hands up to caress the man's jaw. "You will still love me after those years, and then what?"

"I don't know," he says, voice as soft as powder. "I don't know many things, y/n, that's why I need you to teach me." His palms are rubbing at your waist, beckoning you closer.

His breath quickening as you lean your body against his hold, and you figure it must be the wine he drank to calm his nerves. That was it, wasn't it? He was drunk.

"You're not drunk, are you?" Your face sours, really hoping it's not the case as you feel your body temperature rise.

"Y/N, I've only had a glass. You saw I was a wreck back there." His lips kept chasing yours in a dance you can't quite describe. "I have wanted to hold you like this since I saw you selling apples on the street. Give me the honor..." His forehead against yours and his strong hands supporting your back, he's already fucking you with his eyes.

"The pleasure of being your lover." He squeezes your waist tight with his forearms, planting brisk kisses behind your ear and breathing in your scent. He smiles against you. Your skin pebbles at his affectionate touch, purring softly as your eyes roll back in delight.

"Kookie..." You breathe, leaning on his broad chest. "Kook, the maids are wondering where I am, I have to go..." You slur, tugging at his collar.

He grunts in protest, taking your ear between his teeth and nibbling it.

"If you let me go, I'll steal some cake for you tomorrow at breakfast." If there's anything Jungkook likes more than Cream Ice, it was cake. He unravels you from his arms and nods, his eyes softening.

"Request my service tomorrow, from Ms.Kang. She's been sweet on me lately." You peck his cheek before stepping back. Your rouge has embarrassingly stained His Grace's cheek.

Jungkook bows and presses a kiss on your hand, eyes rising to meet yours. "Til' morrow, babe."

Jiyoo shakes you awake the next morning, handing you a cake and a note that reads: "Prince Jungkook has a commission he must discuss with you. Meet him at his chamber immediately."

Lacing on a simple corset over your nightgown, you try not to look too red in the face as you climb up the stairs to His Majesty's room. You'd be up there alone, as requested. The girls would absolutely start rumors based on that alone-- rumors which you realize are probably totally true. This was stuff of scandal, after all...

'There shouldn't be anything scandalous about love.' You decide as you rap on His Highness' door.

"Please enter...but only if you have my cake!" Jungkook says in his morning voice. He's so cute.

The simplicity of Jungkook's abode takes you by surprise. His bedroom is very well lit, a capital display of the flowered valley through his bay windows washed the room in gold, painting his porcelain white carpets and his cotton sheets a warm creme color. His drawers and vanity were etched in gold, with breathtaking detailing.

The Monarch himself was splayed across the bed, laying on his side casually. He held a glass in his hand, holding a white wine. He puts down his glass and sits up as your presence.

"We both know that you didn't come here as my servant." You lock the door behind you. "And I have no such commission to give you, darling." The innocence which undertones his usual speech is missing as he coaxes you towards him.

"This much I know, Your Majesty," You say, taking a bit of frosting on your index finger and smudging it on the Princes lips. His black eyes, as cunning as a viper, watch you dangerously as you push two fingers past his plush lips. He wraps his hands around your wrist and draws your hand away, his gaze fixating on you.

"Set the cake down." At his command, you carefully place the confection down on a nearby chest, feeling Jungkook's eyes on you, drawing you back towards his grip.

"Let me pull your laces apart," with your waist held by his Herculean hand, he hums "and then let me pull you apart. I want to memorize your pleasures and gratify your desires, I need it, y/n..." Your back flush against his chest and your thighs split, his hands knead into you as he litters your collar with his mark.

You gasp softly against the crook of his neck, giving into his hold of you. His hot tongue spreads under your jaw, closing into a hard kiss as his hands travel back up to undo your corset and free your tits.

One by one, his fingers pop open the buttons left on your gown until the collar hangs off-shoulder to expose your collarbone. At the sight of new skin, Jungkook's tongue darts to stain it.

His hands stagger above your breasts. "Is it okay if I touch you here?"

"Oh, Kookie, touch me everywhere~" Your hands form fists around Jungkook's shirt, beckoning him impossibly closer.

Grasping one ever so carefully, his thumb grazes your bud as he playfully bites under your ear. "ah-- ahh,"

Jungkook groans in response, he can't believe how cute you sound. Curious, he wants to hear more, so he traces your thighs and experimentally pushes up the outside your cunt.

You squirm, tensing up immediately in response. You bring your hands down to find the latch on his trousers and dip your hands below to rub him through his undergarments. He heatedly bucks up to meet your touch, a panting mess.

You face him now as he watches you ride his fingers while you grip his girth through his clothes. He takes you by the ass and places you on his prominent bulge, hips rolling into you as he hungrily kisses you, his firm hands grinding your core on his cock.

His face is a sinful red, panting under you desperately.

"I've been wanting to do this," His voice warbles through your touch, running your thumb along his underside. It's his turn to gasp. He sits up and collapses his lips into yours, softer than rose petals and his taste faintly like wine.

You place your hand on his chest, and his heart is pounding, a thin layer of sweat already forming on his honeylike complexion.

Hastily, you pull your dress over your head and lean back to allow him to familiarize himself with your stark form, a dainty chain hanging between your bosom. Jungkook bites his lips as he wriggles out of his clothing, desposing of it beside the bed.

He's giddy behind those sultry eyes, you know him well enough that he's overexcited to get inside of you. It goes straight to his cock, your playfulness as you feel up his bare shoulders and discover his abdominals, your fingers tracing his ridges with a sense of innocent wonder.

He takes your hands and looks at you in this way-- Butterflies fill your stomach instantly. Jungkook's thumbing at your pout with his intrepid fingers.

His eyes flutter when grip his base and submerge your upper body below his hips. You lick a long, thick stripe up his underside, causing his breath to hitch and his head to fall back on to the bed.

Those goddamn cupid's bow lips of his would whisper the dirtiest things under his breath, lewd thoughts that sounded completely alien coming from His Majesty's mouth, he said for you.

"Oh, such a pretty mouth~ It's so good, y/n, you swallow me so good--" he moaned like a mantra, trying to keep his hips from snapping up into you. Your hot, wet tongue wrapped around his throbbing cock was only a fantasy to him for years.

He fills your throat with his girth, his taste tantalizingly smooth. It leaves your mouth with a 'pop.' You struggle to keep your legs apart as you crawl up to kiss him.

He takes those fingers of his and slides his index and middle into you and languidly thrusts them, smirking against your lips. "Shit, you liked that, hmm..."

"Kookie...please," you whine as he squeezes your ass hard before smacking it. You yelp, the sting of his fingers radiating from your skin.

"I like it when you beg, y/n, it's so cute..." He pulls your ass up to his thighs. He's flush hard against your abdomen, already sticky with his precum and your spit. You marvel at the self control he has.

You don't finish your thought before he has his head inside of you, impaling you on his cock and stretching your entrance, hissing at how incredible it felt to have you around him.

His shaft reached pleasure points within you had yet to discover. You clench, feeling his tip brush against your cervix. "Wh... hngh," he groans, "how did you do that, do it again--" You wrap your legs around his thighs and clench around him, biting your lip. You watch as he shivers from pleasure, feeling his skin horripilate under your touch.

His thumb is softly circling above your clit as he pulls out of you carefully. He swirls back in, nestling himself inside your heat, hissing. "Ahh~ Jungkook~!" At the sound of his first name moaned out of your mouth, he groans and rolls his hips up to create messy friction. That familiar knot in your stomach tingles as he plays with the bundle of nerves buried within you.

He glances up at your ruined lips, clashing with them again as he lifts your knees up with his hands and thrusts nice and rough, making you yell with every jolt of his cock. The smell and sound of sex fills the room as he experiments with positions, laying you on all fours.

"Get your ass up for me." You obey, ever servile. You're reminded-- you're his servant. He owns your work, he owns your services, and now he wants you in the most lucrative way, he wants your soaked cunt around his imperial cock. He gets what he wants.

Jungkook's palms smack against your ass one more time, just to watch the way it jiggles for him. He smirks a little before he shoves himself into your pretty little cunt. You bury your face into the pillows in pelasure as he chases your orgasm with vigor, fingering your clitoris while you move your hips back to meet his hard thrusts.

You whine like a harlot, his cock allowing you every satisfaction as he works a head-spinning orgasm out of that cunt. "I'm gonna cum, Kookie~!" you warn as you spasm against his length, moans ripping from your throat as you coat him with your thick juices.

His hips stutter up and he just barely pulls himself completely from you as he paints your back white, a guttural groan escaping his mouth.

After a while of loud panting and scattered giggling, Jungkook reaches over for a wet cloth and cleans the both of you gingerly. You trail your hands up to caress his jaw and kiss his lips softly.

"You need to tell everyone that I had a long and extensive request for the Harvest party, that I wanted a lot of fall fruits and vegetables featured in the baked goods, make it as specific as possible and make sure that you mention that I want to meet with you again, over dinner." His labored breathing punctuate his words, as youd kisses consume him. "And..."

"And?" You cock an eyebrow, simpering.

"Doyouthinkmaybeyoucouldbringmesomemilktogowithmycake?" He mumbles, eyes glued on the bed.

"What?" (If you give a Kookie a Cookie...)

Disgruntled, he sighs and repeats: "Milk! Milk for my cake. I know it's moist cause you made it but I'm really thirsty, especially after..." His cheeks flush a cute pink. You wait for him to continue just to fluster him a little more. "Y/N, just please!" You can't ever refuse his pouty face.

Next week, Jungkook's got you pinned against the hallway wall, making out with you hungrily as his hands ride up your dress. Just across the hall, his Dad is negotiating war with Portugal over land in the West.

The next month, you have his cock buried in your throat underneath the table at an important conference about how to create jobs.

All this while the pressure for Jungkook to find a bride continues to rise as he reaches seniority, and as his father's grey hairs pronounce themselves.

Warm touches are always hidden away to the public eye, but often shared between two kindred spirits underneath the man in the moon's watchful eye. Jungkook, as he reaches his maturity, grows strong. His jaw sharpens, and his eyes darken. His hair grows long, and he gains weight. Now at the proud age of 20, Jungkook had become a man before everyone's eyes, including the eyes of foreign monarchs and their eligible bachelorettes.

One day, you're serving the Royal family at a private dinner, when the topic of marriage comes up for the first time since his birthday.

"Your mother has made friends with the mother of the Austrian Princess, and she's invited you to the cordial ball to introduce yourself to the Princess. An allyship with Austria would prove advantageous for our relations with France, so you are to make your best impression." The King wipes his mouth. Setting his fork down, he continues: "It is in the family's best interest for you to marry her, if the French Princess, Anastasie, does not present this season or the next." The Queen holds the King's hand firmly, reassuring him from his shoulder. She wears a slight frown on her face, her eyes worrisome, somber. The King hides his anxiety, as he's been accustomed to from decades of responsibility. Would this be the face of Jungkook soon?

For now, Jungkook's face is scrunching at the thought of marrying Anastasie. She's not the most delightful young woman, her imprudence ruined her enjoyment of any event. She couldn't keep an intuitive conversation about regional politics and domestic policy for the life of her. Her people were on the brink of overthrowing the aristocracy, he was sure of it.

"Yes, father," is what you hear from him before you disappear down the stairs to fetch desserts.

Jiyoo interrupts your quest for sweets with a letter, signed by His Grace. She has a naturally innocent demeanor, her cheeks rosy and her frame as delicate as a feather. "Y/N, you have another special request from His Majesty...can I ask you why you get so many of these?" She looks genuinely curious, not a single menacing thought behind those eyes.

"It's because the Prince really really loves his cake." I mean, technically it was true. Jungkook never passed up an opportunity to squeeze, smack, or dig his fingernails into your ass during your sessions.

"Oh." Jiyoo pouts. "So it's not because you're like, in love or anything?" Her eyes are glued to the floor. You were expecting this question eventually, as the other girls in the kitchen were already suspecting it. It was only a matter of time before word slipped into the girl's ears.

"As much as I enjoy the Prince's interest in my baking, it isn't my place to confess any sort of feeling for him." Your answer is straightforward enough, so Jiyoo nods and hands you the letter. Another request.

Outside the Palace, Winter came like the wind. Lakes froze over, and couples tied up their skates and danced on the ice. The trees were bare and brown, not a single leaf persisting through the chilling breath of Jack Frost.

Jungkook had left for the Winter Palace, to volunteer and raise spirits up in the North. As heir to the throne, he was to be Commander in Chief of the Royal Armed Forces, and therefore needed to undergo intensive training in order to boost morale.

You're back home, and in your wake is your father, who has now grown tangibly tired. He's been on a strict diet of warm vegetable soup for about three months, now. His eyes are sunken, but he still wears a subtle smile even during his most trying days.

Match girls make their rounds at night, you watch as the lamplighters illuminate the streets with their tall ladders and their taller peacoats. Shop windows glow warm shades of yellow and creme; inscriptions on the glass create shadows on the white snow.

"Wow. It's almost as cold as the King's heart out here." You step outside one day with a cup of tea, sneaking in a cheeky smirk. Yeah, good one.

"I heard that!" You turn towards the little voice. A child, maybe about 9 or 10 years old is pointing at you. You squint at it.

"Well, it's true..." You mumble. You have a bit of change in your pocket, so you walk towards a stand to buy a hot bun and a paper.

"Chilly today, hon...Best you take this on the house." The tenant hands you a steaming cake wrapped in a simple cloth and your paper. You stick the paper in your dress pocket and take back your change. You nod a 'thank you.'

You spill the contents of your pockets on the dining table and snatch the paper, snapping it open. Your eyes eagerly skim the headline: "Prince Jungkook Fires Up Royal Army." Below is an article detailing the happenings of His Majesty. All of it sounded very intense, the running, strategizing, first aid training...Was there anything Prince Jeon couldn't nail on the first try?

You set the paper down and pick up your now lukewarm tea. In the back of your mind you're coping with the fact that the Spring Solstice is next week, and that marks the beginning of Jungkook's last season as a Prince.

The King is ill with tuberculosis, and recovery is unlikely. If Jungkook is to marry, it is next season and that was final.

Sitting at the window of his Winter Castle study, Jungkook plays with a ring nestled between his fingers. He looks out onto the lake, as if he's trying to reach you with his gaze. His heart is tight knowing that it would be the season he chooses his bride. Actually, he'd already made up his mind long ago. If his duty was to marry, there was no way to evade such a responsibility. He had to fulfill it, despite his anxieties.

He straightens up and walks out of the hollow room with a firm step.

You awaken with the sound of horse's hooves thudding against the Earth. It is yet to be dawn, and in the distance, thunder roars mightily.

A figure wearing a long, black hood hoists itself off of the animal, tying it to a nearby post. It walks towards an obscure entrance, unknown to many staff.

Intrigued, you wrap a blanket around yourself and peek out at the stranger. His fingers are shorter than his palms, and that's when he tosses of his hood, his eyes set on you. "Y/N..."

You're bewildered by his guise, questions filling your head.

"I was horny, so I left camp" He sits down at the counter, catapulting a cookie into his mouth.

You roll your eyes. "And the guards let you?! Jungkook!" You whisper-yelled at him, readjusting your makeshift blanket-dress.

"Obviously not!" He puffed out his chest with pride. "I bribed them," he smirks.

"You're insufferable," you scoff, your eyes wandering down to observe his physique. His shirt is anything but conservative, highlighting the muscle he'd earned through laborious, sweat-inducing drills. You can feel his eyes on your face as you observe him.

"You can't hide it either," he crosses his arms. "You're standing in the kitchen with a blanket around your naked body." He flicks his tongue. He steps forward, putting a finger under your jaw so you're looking him in the eye.

Your eyes fill with lust as he speaks over your lips. "Look at yourself..." A crash is heard in the other room.

Jungkook's head darts up and in a flash, he disappears into the night.

'Fuck.' You gather your dress from the floor and shuffle back to your chamber.

The first event of the season commences with the most exaltant of spirits as friends of old greet each other with youthful smiles. Juicy exposés, enticing tales, and thoughtful greetings are exchanged in the most formal manner, and the conversation is lively; the most controversial topic of conversation, however, is the rumor that Jungkook is to marry this season.

So far, he's been to four different private residences within his own Kingdom and has been invited, by the secretary of King Louis XVII to meet their daughter. It would be an understatement to say that stakes were high for the pending King.

You were kneading your dough a little too hard thinking about it. "Not so rough, y/n!" Ms.Kang snatches the mixture from your hands. "What is up with you lately, you're so tense! It's really disrupting the kitchen's dynamic."

You shrug it off. "It's going to be hard sedating Anastasie's sweet tooth, I suppose."

"Well, you seem to be doing just fine dealing with Jungkook's addiction to cakes...She's perfect for him, really." Ms.Kang throws more flour on your kneading table and steps off. You give up on the dough, covering it with a cloth and letting it rise.

Jungkook is tapping his feet, munching on finger sandwiches as he waits on you to make an appearance.

"Dearest Prince, look, I am wearing Mediterranean violet!" A duchess shouts as she passes by him, to which he raises his eyebrows at. Another, with dark green eyes approaches and begins speaking rapidly in French at him. Frightened and undereducated, his canned response was: "Excusez-moi, Pouvez-vous répéter plus lentement s'il vous plaît," to which the duchess furrows her eyebrows before something else catches her attention, elsewhere.

Truth is, Jungkook is incredibly shaken at the thought of announcing his engagement tonight. Well, that and the fact that you had yet to pop out of the kitchen. Man, those finger sandwiches were good.

As the night progresses, Jungkook realizes that if he doesn't get up on that platform and say what he needed to say, he'd have to say it in London. Setting his fears aside, he plants himself on top of the orchestral stage and taps a champagne glass with a cheese fork. The music comes to a stop.

With conviction, he begins: "The time has come that I announce my engagement. To all of my beloved friends, who have introduced me to the most beautiful, talented, diverse, and benevolent ladies I've come to get to know over the years, I thank you from the depths of my soul." He swallows and continues, his confident voice masking his trembling. "The life of a Prince is defined by the virtues presented to him at birth. Those virtues are: duty, responsibility, grace, kindness, mercy and integrity." Here comes the part, oh shit.

"I am abdicating my throne to my Cousin, the Duke of Namseong."

Silence sweeps the room. You poke your head out to see what was going on.

"...to marry the love of my life, y/n." He points at you. Your face is cherry red, and you find yourself dropping those same Danish fucking pastries all over the carpet.

"Shit," you fall on your knees, plucking them from the ground one by one. You don't know whether to run as fast as you can or to present yourself, but your body seems to be currently doing the latter. You go along with it.

Jungkook takes your hand tenderly on the stage. "I am unable to perform my duties as King, and therefore am ineligible for the throne." His touch gives you the will to continue beside him. You feel the pure fear rushing through your love's veins, and he knows that this is the hardest thing he'll ever have to do, yet he stands by his announcement.

So, if Jungkook doesn't get to be King of this World, he at least will forever be the King of Your Heart.

But all this, of course...is all in Your, dear reader, Head.

a/n:

hope you enjoyed.

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jazziergin · 2 years

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Re @coffeeorderwrites

Hey all. I said I would post once Sal had her baby and had time to settle in a bit so this is that post. She's had a beautiful baby girl and had the following message for anyone interested.

Hi friends! It took a minute to get my brain together enough for a message and in the meantime Darren has quite stolen my thunder. I've also had a daughter with a colour as part of her name. At least it's a colour if you're French. Or just fancy. I think my little girl is possibly even more beautiful than their's though, just one mother's opinion 😜

Anyway. Why am I writing a message when I did the equivalent of mysteriously disappearing into the fog never to be seen again? Jas told me that several people got in touch with her about my deactivation and all the nice messages people left which is just so... touching and lovely and overwhelming in a good way. I'm really not used to people caring all that much about what I do and it's just wild to think I affected people in some way even in passing. I am full of love.

The other side of that though was realising that I'd left a certain level of confusion and upset behind and that is quite literally the last thing I want. The love I have for the people in this fandom is enormous and if you're thinking 'she doesn't mean me', I do. I mean you reading this right now.

I wanted to step away for several reasons but imma try and keep this short.

First. I knew even before my daughter was born she was going to need some extra care and attention and, while there are always options, my only option is to be there to help her live the best most amazing life. I dedicated a lot of love and time and energy to fandom and while the love is still there the time and energy is not and probably won't be for the foreseeable future.

Second. I do have a tendency to put my all into everything I do and that puts me on the fast train to burn out. I had so many unanswered asks and undone requests and unfinished wips and unfulfilled promised that I was just starting to feel buried by it. I haven't been unable to write properly for a while and even my ability to create was very impeded by the end.

I did a game that asked what My Thing was and someone said my Thing was not finishing what I start and. Yes they were just being needlessly unpleasant but they also weren't wrong? I feel like I just have nothing left to give to you all and Tumblr was starting to feel like a weight hanging on me rather than something fun to do. I knew that if I just tried to step away the temptation to look at what was happening would always be there. It just not being there any more sounded the best option for me personally and ultimately you gotta look after yourself first my loves, I hope you know that too.

I've left my fics in place because I know one of them was a source of comfort for people that I would never want to take away. I just don't want any more notifications about it I suppose. It seems dramatic in hindsight but to me this is what makes the most sense.

I said I would keep it short so those are the bare essentials. The reason I didn't say goodbye is because I just didn't want any fanfair. I used to joke about it a lot but I truly am allergic to attention. But I am really sorry to anyone that was hurt. My only regret is acting in a way that caused alarm or upset because I met so many special people in this fandom.

If you were my mutual I adore you, if we ever interacted even in tags that goes double. I have so much love for the people here and had a ton of fun with you all and I wish you all well. Hopefully this message can serve as the goodbye I should have given beforehand and if you ever think of me you think of me fondly.

So until we meet again, take it sleazy 💖💖💖

Tagging some people she mentioned may be interested, feel free to ignore though ( her words). Also one of them just said Cat Wife so let me know if you know who that is!

@hippohead @1908jmd @hopefulobjectmiracle @jedthesecretdreamer @backslashdelta @hummels-turn @make-it-klaine @itstruthtime @razzberryhairgel

#coffeeorderwrites #yes i could ask her who cat wife is but like #i just want to leave her be now #this has all been a lot

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ladylilithprime · 3 years

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1. You get a craving for whatever your soulmate is eating at the time. - The Winter Soldier freaks the heck out when he starts craving human milk. (Because his soulmate is a newborn baby.)

HIS ENTIRE LIFE that he could remember, James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes had never had a craving that wasn't originally his. His mother had always looked wistful at the scent of coffee, explaining the only time he'd ever asked that she had craved it relentlessly whenever his father drank it while she was pregnant with Bucky and his sisters. Rebecca complained about wanting to eat ham and spicy peppers even though she hated spicy foods, and Rosalie would drag him off to the butcher to pick up sausages whenever they could afford the expense. Even Steve confessed to having a weird urge to eat steak and kidney pie for breakfast, and years later when a much bigger and stronger Steve shyly introduced his best friend to Peggy Carter he could only laugh that it finally made perfect sense.

But Bucky never got a single craving that wasn't his, and so his likes and dislikes were formed all on his own without any input from a phantom soul connection. Becca, staring down a bowl of chicken soup that "didn't taste quite right, even without the peppers", told him he was lucky. Falling from a train over Germany, Bucky couldn't help thinking that his soulmate - if he even had one - was the lucky one.

And then he was dragged from the ravine, alive and missing an arm, and thrown into hell, and he eventually forgot why it mattered that he never craved anything new.

Eventually, he forgot everything else.

THE ASSET FROWNED in confusion, distracted from the instructions being relayed by the Handler. The sensation was strange, similar to hunger, but seemed to come from outside the designated physical parameters. If the Asset had to guess, it was as if there was a second mouth and stomach sending feedback, an impression of liquid that had a taste and texture that was wholly unfamiliar, but might be classed as... sweet... and smooth... and thicker than the familiar water.

"Asset!"

The Asset snapped back to attention. "Sir."

"Your attention drifted from the briefing," the Handler said, tone displeased. "Explain."

The Asset hesitated in confusion, struggling to parse how to obey when the explanation was so nonsensical. "There was a... sensation. Hunger."

"Your nutritional requirements have already been met," the Handler snapped, frowning more severely.

"Yes, sir." The Asset knew that, and the knowledge only enhanced the confusion. There should be no sense of hunger to distract from the mission briefing, and yet there had been the sense of hunger, the... desire... for-- "Milk."

"Milk?" the Handler repeated, bafflement suffusing the displeased frown. "The approved nutrient sources don't include--" The Handler broke off, bafflement shifting into horror. "Asset. The fox dances in grandmother's new shoes."

The Asset froze, every muscle rigid and locked, all focus directed to the Handler.

"Ignore any and all sensory input related to unapproved nutrient sources. Acknowledge."

"Acknowledged. The Asset will comply."

THE ASSET TRIED to comply, but sometimes the foreign desires were so strong that the distraction presented by those sudden bursts if extraneous sensory input had the Handlers sending the Asset to the Chair for recalibration. The pain of the Chair and the blankness that followed blocked out the sensations for a time, but always by the end of the mission the distraction would have renewed. Once, only once, the Asset gave in and stole a small dark blue fruit that smelled like the extraneous sensory input being received and ate it, only to spit it back out at the immediacy of the flavor, sharp and sweet and tart and heavy and not at all pleasant. It became easier to ignore that particular extraneous desire despite how often the input presented itself.

It was more difficult to ignore other extraneous sensations, such as the taste of grain and burning and smoke and wood that felt both strange and familiar, similar to the vodka that the Handlers sometimes drank in the burn, but more smooth and earthy. The musty, tart and sour taste that accompanied a thick texture and the impression of skin was even more confusingly familiar, but as the Asset had been Commanded to ignore the extraneous sensory input and none of the Handlers ever requested a report on whether or not the sensations persisted beyond the Command, the Asset was given no information as to what these tastes and textures might actually be. Coffee, at least, was an extraneous sensory input that was on the approved nutrient sources list, although the Asset had no recollection of when it had been added or why it had been allowed when it seemed to be of little actual nutritional value and seemed to be more about allowing the Asset to blend into the general population on missions than maintaining physical status at mission-ready levels.

The problem, at least according to the Handler who reported on the Asset to the Director, was that the extraneous sensory input was interrupting the priority compliance command, requiring more frequent recalibrations the longer the Asset was active. The time between revival periods began to lengthen, as marked by the signs of age in the Director and the rotation of Handlers.

And then the Asset was given an assassination mission that was interrupted during the retreat by a blonde man with angry blue eyes who looked so strangely familiar and said the word "Bucky" when the muzzle fell away.

Who the hell is Bucky?

"Wipe him. Start over."

...Him?

The pain and the blankness was a relief, a blanket to smother the confusion of sensory input and sharpen the Asset's focus, but it could not make the Asset forget... the Director had said "him". Like the Asset was a person.

The Asset had been a person.

The Mission Target had known the Asset... had known the person who had been before he became the Asset.

There was a Before.

"'Til the end of the line."

The Target-- the Captain was pulled from the water by the Asset who might once have been called "Bucky", left on the bank to be discovered, and the Asset disappeared.

He had a strong desire for a drink of earthy vodka-- whiskey, and for once he saw no reason to ignore it.

JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES no longer felt like "Bucky", but since he had decided to reject identifying as the Asset ever again - violently, if what he had ended up doing to Vasily Karpov when the man had tried to activate the failsafe compliance trigger was any indication - he was willing to allow the address (nickname) from the Captain whom he had once called "Stevie". He told the man with the wings - Wilson - to call him "James", and even though it made the Captain frown both he and Wilson accepted that the name James was less conspicuous to be called in public than a nickname listed in museums and history books.

"Besides," he told the Cap-- Steve when it looked like the blonde would start again with some bit of past knowledge that James was more and more convinced was subjective recollection rather than actual knowledge, "ain't hardly anyone left alive 'cept you who knew me as 'Bucky' anymore. So you get to keep callin' me that, but hell if anyone else is gonna get the privilege!"

Unsurprisingly, that made Steve stop trying to get other people to call him Bucky, which was really all James had wanted in the first place. Also unsurprisingly, it didn't stop Steve and Wilson from dragging him up to New York and Stark Tower in Manhattan when he admitted that the metal arm was operating below acceptable levels of function.

"You could just say it isn't working," Wilson grumbled.

"It's working fine," James disagreed, and proved it by extending a metal middle finger in Wilson's direction. "It's just slower than it should be, and I think I damaged something when I was digging out the trackers."

"You had trackers in your arm?!"

"Had. Don't have 'em now."

So to Stark Tower they went, because "if anyone can fix your arm, it's Tony", and to James's surprise they were let in through security almost before they'd finished saying who they were and sent to an elevator at the far end of the lobby.

"Welcome back, Captain Rogers," a voice intoned from the speaker near the ceiling as the elevator began moving without any of them pushing a button. "And welcome to Stark Tower, Mr Wilson, Sergeant Barnes."

"That's JARVIS," Steve explained as Wilson looked up, clearly impressed. "He's an AI - a really smart computer program - that runs the tower."

"...Just James, please, JARVIS," James said after a moment, deciding not to touch on the fact that he knew what an AI was and that JARVIS was one; his memories were coming back all the time, and mission details as the Winter Soldier were coming back most easily. Pushing aside those thoughts, he added, "Dunno what my status with the Army is these days, but I can't imagine I still have my old rank from the War."

"As you prefer, James," JARVIS said, and James marvelled at the warmth he could hear in the voice, much more human than even Zola's personality algorithm had been. "Sir is expecting you all in the main living room of the common floor."

James tuned out Wilson starting to ask questions and Steve or JARVIS answering them. The sensation of craving that awful little blue fruit was back again, and he had to fight the urge to scowl so as not to alarm the two men or the AI watching them. Seriously, if he ever managed to find his soulmate now that he knew he had one, they were going to have words about it at some point. He thought he could remember something about someone he had known - a family member? - who had craved spicy food while hating spices, and he hoped they had gotten that resolved because craving something he hated tasting was really annoying.

The elevator doors slid open, allowing James and Wilson to follow Steve into a huge, open plan living room with four black leather couches spaced around a square coffee table. The man waiting for them, dressed in a charcoal gray bespoke suit with a royal purple button down shirt and lavender silk tie and pocket square, was sitting perched on the coffee table rather than on any of the couches and appeared to have his attention focused on the tablet in his hand until he spoke, addressing James directly despite not looking up.

"That arm's a complete mess, Barnes," he said, not bothering with pleasantries or even really acknowledging Steve or Wilson. "JARVIS took scans in the elevator since you were coming to see me about it, and I gotta tell you I am thoroughly offended by it on so many levels."

"Not like HYDRA could recruit you at all, so they had to make do with third-best," James said easily as he shrugged his flesh shoulder, metal elbow jabbing into Steve's ribs when the frowning blonde opened his mouth. "A'course, since they upped your threat level to 'do not engage', I think they stopped trying."

"Nobody ever calls me, even when they really, really should," Stark agreed, and oh, that was a sharp little smile directed at Steve. James mentally ran through the file HYDRA had on Tony Stark coupled with his own private observations that had somehow not always made it into his reports, and gave Steve's weirdly guilty yet mulish expression a sideways look. Suddenly, the fight over the Potomac that had led to James breaking conditioning completely was being thrown in a new light, and he wasn't sure he liked the implications.

"There wasn't time to call you," Steve was saying, and it was clear that Wilson was hearing the words as an apology but Stark's eyes were sharp and narrow and James would bet the contents of his pockets and all seven of his secret weapons caches that the man knew as well as James that Steve was lying.

"Sure, whatever," Stark said dismissively, letting it go at least for the moment and turning his attention back primarily to James. "Point is, I've got a meeting I need to be at in twenty minutes and even a basic maintenance session's gonna take at least an hour, maybe two, so you can either hang out here in a guest room or something until... J?"

"You will be finished with the shareholders in time for dinner and have no pressing appointments afterwards until tomorrow morning, Sir," JARVIS answered.

"So, yeah, hang out here and I can squeeze you in after we eat," Stark said, making James blink at the implication that an invitation to have dinner with Stark was being extended, "or you can ask J to block out a few hours in my schedule that'll be all yours and come back then. Or both, if you wanna go ahead and get me out of a few more meetings this week."

"What's for dinner?" Wilson asked. James shot him an incredulous look, which Wilson returned with an even stare. "You're still working your way back towards eating real food, man, don't think we didn't notice. Last thing you need right now is to make yourself sick eating something your body's not ready to handle even if it'll probably taste a hell of a lot better than those ration packs of yours."

"Bruce is cooking tonight," Stark said after a moment, an odd expression on his face as he looked at the group. "He usually makes curry, but I think he said he was making some kind of beef and vegetable stew that Natasha likes."

"Stew is fine," James said, keeping his tone even despite the sudden twist of nerves at the mention of the Black Widow. She had been with Steve and Wilson in DC, but had been absent when they crossed paths in Indiana. "If you're sure Dr Banner won't mind making extra."

"Yeah, it's fine, stew's easy to expand the number of servings," Stark assured him with a wave of his hand that might have seemed flippant and dismissive if James hadn't been so aware of the heavy focus that was still being aimed his direction. "Might end up a little broth-heavy, but there should be enough that even a super soldier won't go hungry."

"Well, thank you for inviting us," Steve said, proving to James once again that the man really didn't know how to read Stark at all. Wilson at least was looking at Steve askance, having picked up that the invitation wasn't directed at all of them even if he didn't seem to realize how pissed off Stark was at Steve, but Steve was looking at Stark, all but daring the man to say they weren't welcome.

"Saves the trouble of tracking you down later, I'm sure," Stark said, neatly bypassing the entire question. He stood up and tucked the tablet away inside his suit jacket, pulling a white plastic bag out in its place and reaching inside of it. "So, I'll be off to deal with the shareholders while you hang out here. JARVIS can handle any requests you might have for entertainment or whatever else you need."

JARVIS will be watching you, James heard loud and clear, and nodded his acceptance of the AI's monitoring. They were reluctant guests at best, after all, and Stark was clearly not interested in rocking the boat or starting a fight if he didn't have to--

The sudden burst of that blue fruit craving drove all thought of Steve and Stark's battle of wills out of his head and James found himself staring at Stark in shock as he watched the man lower his fingers from his mouth and chew. Stark noticed - of course he did, the man had to be at least as observant as James was - and raised an eyebrow, the hand holding the white plastic bag tilting to angle the bag's opening in James's direction.

"Blueberry?" his soulmate asked.

#soulmate au #winteriron #not age of ultron compliant #not civil war compliant #mcu fic #steve rogers critical

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benevolentcalamity · 3 years

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Be Our Guest

So uh.

This is a thing. That I am doing.

Anyway.

Alcina Dimitrescu x Female! Listener

Just so we’re clear this is too long to get to much so this’ll have a smut chapter next time. Just FYI. This is just implied smut but nothing happens, so enjoy.

Enjoy you stunning pomegranates

“Mother, I found her first - I should taste her blood!”

“No, me, I’m the one that said she was pretty!”

“Daughters, please. There’s plenty to go around, so don’t lose your heads.”

Through the throbbing pulsations in your head, you pry your eyes open enough to peer through your lashes. Three black clothed figures are in a perfect line, bickering amongst themselves until the towering white behind them reprimands them, patting them on their heads. It pushes through them, approaching you, until you can make out the figure.

A woman, undeniably tall, dressed elegantly in a white gown and hat, black gloved fingers fiddling with the cigarette holder with almost disturbing dexterity. Her red-painted lips stretch into an amused grin too big for her face, clearly noticing you rousing from unconsciousness. Kneeling, she reaches for you, patting your cheek.

“Wake up.” Her voice is more playful, like a mother ready to torture you with a day full of work. “Come now, wake up.”

Her patting grows harsher, and you blink a few times until she’s clear. By instinct you put your hand up in defense, and she backs away, her only objective having really been to wake you. Turning a bit to cough into your fist, you push down on the floor to sit upright, rubbing your eyes.

“She looked cuter passed out,” One of the black trio pouts, prompting one of the others to shush her.

The tall woman’s hand extends toward you, beckoning you. More confused than afraid, you take it, and she pulls - more like yanks - you to your feet. You feel a bit wobbly and maybe cold; a reminder that you are in fact alive, and here you are.

“Name?”

You blink, wrenching your attention from your momentary hunger pangs back to the woman. “E-excuse me, ma’am?”

“What is your name?”

Swallowing, you interlock your fingers to stop them from shaking. “[Name]. [Name] [Last Name].”

She nods. “Well met.” Almost flamboyantly, she puts her cigarette hand to her chest. “Alcina Dimitrescu - but you may address me as ‘Madam,’ ‘Ma’am,’ or ‘My Lady,’ understood?”

“Yes.” You don’t know what to do.

“... Well don’t stand there pouting, daughters, introduce yourselves.”

With visible glee, the black haired girl steps forward, giving you a somewhat snobbish grin through red-stained teeth. “Cassandra,” She sings, bowing her head.

Then the redhead. “Daniela.” Her smile is more... seductive, but one that signals to you her type of seduction isn’t the kind you’d want.

The blonde is last, her smile a Cheshire cat grin - one that simply says ‘danger’. Nothing more, nothing less. “Bela.”

“Good daughters.” Lady Dimitrescu grins in satisfaction, putting her hands on her hips. “Now, the moment we’ve waited for.” She then raises her hands, snapping her fingers.

“Yes, Mother!”

Cassandra and Daniela move to either of your sides, gripping your arms. They’re too strong to fight against, rendering you motionless in seconds. On your right, Daniella flashes you a smile, before gripping your wrist and slicing your palm with a curved blade.

You cry out, prompting her to move her lips to your ear. “Shhh... Plenty of time for screaming,” She purrs, stretching your arm out as Lady Dimitrescu approaches.

Wrenching your wrist from Daniela’s fingers, she leans down, pausing for a moment before dragging her tongue across your wound. Almost ravenously she does a few more strokes, sucking on it to get as much blood as she can. Fear and confusion bring nausea at the sight - you swallow whatever vomit threatens to wrench itself from you.

She pauses again, eyebrows raising, before her lips open into a red-stained grin as she stands straight.

“Sweet and succulent!” She declares, prompting the trio to close in on you more, holding onto your arm and partaking as well. “Now, now, daughters, we mustn’t be so hasty. This is just too good to disappear into the cellar.”

“String her up!” Bela grins. “Store her and we’ll drink from her when we wish!”

Daniela’s arm goes around your waist, her free hand holding your chin. “But she’s so cute - would it be fair to treat her like a pig?” “What do you say, Mother?” Cassandra asks.

With a quick onceover of you - why that includes an elevator look at you you’ve no idea - Lady Dimitrescu takes a drag from her cigarette, blowing a smoke ring toward your head. “Whether this girl has somewhere to go from here, it doesn’t matter,” She hums. “Her blood is some of the best we’ve had in a good while - she’s worth keeping alive.”

You swallow, Bela and Cassandra backing from you, Daniela moving behind you to keep cuddling you. “As of right now, she is a guest in our home,” Lady Dimitrescu continues. “I will deliberate as to what to do with her; Mother Miranda won’t need to know so long as she’s not making trouble. Daniela, show little [Name] where she’ll be staying.”

“Yes, Mother.” Daniella grips your arm, thrusting you outward as if dancing with you, before wrenching you back to her. With a sultry giggle she lifts you bridal-style into her arms, the other two waving at you as you’re sped away as though flying on a magical carpet.

It’s a smooth ride, one that’d easily repeatedly trick you into thinking you’re gliding instead of being carried, but a glance at Daniela’s grinning face reminds you that you’re indeed welcome - you’re not home.

A second passes, and she stops, putting you down onto your feet. However, her arms wind back around you, but around your shoulders, leaving you at the mercy of her teeth.

“Here we are!” She giggles, throwing her arm out, inviting you to look around the room. It’s large and... definitely more Versailles than any you’ve seen, but comfortable had it not been for the fact you’re here with women that could spell your demise.

Releasing you from her hold, Daniela circles in front of you, flashing you a smile alongside a tilt of her head. “I hope you enjoy your stay. And if there’s anything we can do to make your stay more...” She pauses for effect, running the blunt edge of her blade down your face. The cold steel freezes your spine, and your palms grow clammy. “Don’t hesitate to ask.”

She replaces the touch of her blade with her hand, forcing you to look in her eyes. “And I’m warning you~” She sings, “You’d better not do anything to make Mother regret her well-placed mercy. You understand me, little one?”

Quivering, you nod. “I-I understand.”

Her smile grows to show her teeth, and her blade snakes around the back of your neck, forcing you to lean forward to avoid being cut. Mischievous, she leans forward as fell, planting a kiss on your cheek before retreating, dispersing into locust-like insects before leaving, the door somehow closing when the swarm leaves.

Stepping away from the door, your lips purse and release with emotions and sounds that crash against each other, creating a practical thunderstorm in your chest. Everything’s still spinning a bit; your head still has a nasty bump from when some smelly hairy man with a hammer jumped you in the village. Your brain’s foggy, but your memories are still intact. How long, though, is the question.

Deciding to examine the room, you walk around, taking your shoes off and holding them to avoid staining the rug. The first thing you notice is the vanity, gilded and polished to perfection. Sitting down in front of it, you comb your fingers through your hair, more to calm yourself down than anything. Eventually, your hands fall still in your lap, and you stare into the eyes of a girl powerless to stop whatever will happen to her in this castle.

Dread slowly twists your stomach, and you stand, meandering to the window. The snow falls swiftly, nearly obscuring the view; a telltale sign a snowstorm is brewing. No sense in trying to escape and risking frostbite.

“I guess... I just wait now,” you mutter.

Helpless, you head over to the bed. Shedding your coat, you fold it neatly and put it on the nightstand, crawling into the layers of blankets. It smells like linen that, though clean, hasn’t been touched in years, not even by the faintest speck of dust. What’s there instead is an oddly comforting aroma, like grandma’s house but if she were rich.

Reaching into your pocket, you tug out your phone. No signal.

You’re isolated, locked away, with no one knowing where you are.

The knowledge brings tears to your eyes, hanging over you as you tug the covers over your head, eventually curling up and drifting softly to sleep.

___

What rouses you from sleep isn’t your alarm clock as you’d have hoped, nor is it the chirp of the birds or your phone ringing asking where you’ve been. Rather, it’s your nose being, for lack of a better word, jiggled. Someone or something is poking the tip and wiggling it in circles.

Jerking your head a bit, you swat with your hand, opting to cover your nose, furrowing your brows.

Then a hand grips your wrist, and your eyes open. With black hovering above you, you’re thrown into perfect alertness, the red hair skirting over your cheek sending your palms down as you attempt to sit up properly.

Daniela grins maliciously at your reaction, licking her lips. “Mother needs you.”

As she says that, a swarm of bugs burst through the door, clouding around you for a moment. Their buzzing almost seems to mimic your cries, some landing on you to wrench more screaming from you, before they pull away from you, concentrating at the foot of the bed, eventually forming Cassandra, Bela eventually sauntering in as well.

“Y-Your mother’s asking for me?” You near-squawk.

Cassandra snorts. “Of course. What else?” She asks. “Mother really likes you. Now, upright.”

You’re so spooked by the intrusion and the presence of all three sisters that you hurriedly slide away from Daniela and onto the floor, sliding into your shoes. Swallowing, you jolt at the sisters approaching you, a bead of sweat falling from your brow when their hands raise.

“Oh shit.”

They each grip you with both hands, suddenly turning into insects aside from them and holding you in the air, and just like with only Daniela you’re gliding. Only this time, you’re screaming horrendously, but the sound is so drowned out by the triplets’ sadistic giggling you’re unsure you’re making a sound. One hand crawls up your leg, causing you to squirm, and for a moment their faces materialize just so you can see them laugh at you for a moment.

Through sharp turns and whatever else, you’re eventually unceremoniously tossed to your feet, standing in front of a door. Whirling around, the girls materialize again, waving at you before dispersing into their swarms, swirling around you to make you squeal before flying off, likely to get to their own duties. Biting your lip, you turn back around, raising your hand to knock on the door.

“Enter,” Lady Dimitrescu’s voice calls. As you do, she continues, “Very good. At last, someone else around here with any sort of dignity and manners.”

“You... wanted to see me?” You ask, closing the door behind you.

“Sit.”

Peeking, you note the bench near the vanity where she’s sitting, avoiding eye contact with her reflection as it applies overwhelmingly red lipstick. Softly, you sit down in it, folding your hands on your knees.

“As you’re most definitely aware, I’ve had a discussion with my daughters as to what to do with you, and I’ve come to understand you’re certain to meet a grizzly demise if you attempt to leave this place.” The calm in her voice and the way she momentarily looks at you through the mirror twists your stomach. “... Ah. Dear girl, your heartbeat - I can hear it. It’s music to my ears.”

Pausing, she wipes some stray lipstick from the corner of her lips. From here, she looks normal sized, but you’re a good stretch from her. Swallowing, you try your best to remain composed. With no one coming to save you or even knowing you’re here, your best hope of survival is appealing to this giant of a woman.

“My daughters and I both adore you - and I mean adore you.” At first she cranes her neck, but then decides to turn her chair around, gesturing at you with her lipstick. “Look at you, my dear! Delicious blood, yes, but such pretty looks - it’d be a waste to just toss you down into the cellar.”

“So... what are you going to do to me?”

She throws her head back to laugh. “To you, the four of us can agree anything’s possible. With you, the decision itself is clear.” Her smile falls into a straight, business-y line, and you gulp. “You’ll become a resident of my castle, and you will not die a horrible, painful death.”

Relief at not dying washes over you, but then she stands and approaches you in what feels like a blink, and you flinch.

“However.” She uses a gloved hand to lift your chin. “You are not to leave, disobey, and you will repay us by allowing us to drink your blood. That is our condition. If you decide you don’t want to stay, then out of the good of my heart, I can promise you right now that your death in this room will be quick and painless.”

Your face grows cold. So you can be a personal bloodbag for all four denizens of the castle, or you can die. Splendid.

“Think about it. No one’s going to live to even see your face if they try to save you, and you’ll have the pleasure of being in my care as opposed to that fool Heisenberg,” She hums along with a chuckle deep in her bosom. “And if you want my personal opinion, you’d be far better off.”

Do you really have an option? “... O-Okay. I’ll stay in the castle.”

Her face brightens with that signature smile. “Ah, good girl!” She leans down and her hand reaches to pat your cheek. “We’ll find ways to take your blood that won’t leave scars, don’t you worry.”

Ring! Ring!

With a roll of her eyes, she straightens up. “As if there’s any more ways to take up my time...” She beckons you to follow as she returns to her vanity, and you awkwardly stand at her side as she sits back down, picking up the phone.

A moment passes, and she composes herself. “Mother Miranda, I regret to inform you that something unexpected has happened, and I’ll be a bit late for the meeting.” Glancing at you, she beckons you again, scrunching up her nose at your confusion. Lifting her free hand, she pats her lap twice, and beckons you again.

You blink. Does she want me to sit in her lap or something?

“Are you... asking me to sit?” You ask, and she nods. As you begin the motion she guides you the rest of the way with her hand around your arm, and you awkwardly shuffle so you’re comfortable.

Through her dress and your clothes, she’s cool to the touch, but not to imply she’s a walking corpse or something. Glancing at her reflection, she gives you an almost cheeky smirk as she adjusts her arm to keep you balanced.

“No, Mother Miranda.” Who is...? “Yes, of course, I understand the importance of this meeting. This will take me about fifteen minutes at most... Yes, Mother Miranda, I swear.” Then she nods, her hat gracing your forehead. “Very well.”

Then she hangs up the phone, letting out an exasperated huff. “So demanding.” And with no effort at all, she lifts you below your arms and stands, putting you on your feet like a toddler, patting your head. “You’ll have the pleasure of dining with us tonight. Since she seems to like you so much, Daniela will be responsible for ensuring you know where to go and what to do.”

Trying not to protest or show nervousness, you nod, to which she gives a satisfied upward nod.

“Now then, you’re grown enough to remember where your room is, yes? But feel free to explore the castle - but allow me to warn you, the cellar is off-limits. Do you understand?”

You nod. “I-I understand, Madam.”

“Very good. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have matters to attend to. When I return, I expect you’ll be well accustomed to the castle.” She flashes you a smile, her hip gracing your shoulder as she passes you. “And [Name]?”

You turn to face her, some sweat dripping down your neck. “Yes, Madam?”

Her eyes narrow, but her smile doesn’t drop; a look that says you’re in for something when she returns. “Enjoy your stay.”

Then she leaves, and the door shuts behind her, leaving you to listen to the sound of her footsteps fading away. Swallowing, you meander towards the door yourself, pushing it open.

And just as you do, the buzz of the insect swarms fill the air, and you clench your fists to stay calm even as the sisters materialize. With playful yet sinister smiles, they approach you, with Daniela going behind you to hug you just like before.

“Mother’s left for her meeting,” Cassandra points out.

A crazed look in her eye, Bela reaches and pokes your face. “I haven’t cut open a pretty girl in a while!”

“No, no~!” Daniela near-whines. “I’ve always liked the cute ones - I say we play with her a little.”

“And Mother made us promise not to leave scars.” Cassandra reaches out, cupping your chin, grinning at your face losing color from the dread twisting your stomach. “So don’t worry. We’ll be gentle.”

“We promise,” Daniela purrs.

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sweeter than honey pt. 3

Summary: Y/N "Honey" Cirillo has been many things in her short life: an unwanted child, a dancing prodigy, a teen mom, and now she's a replacement bride. After her sister runs away, Y/N is forced to take her place and marry into the Barton family. The Three Families are already dealing with enough. With the murder of a high-ranking member and HYDRA continuing to make threats, they need this marriage to go ahead without a hitch. Can Clint and Y/n find happiness or is there too much against them?

Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader

Content warning: Arranged marriage, sex, violence, murder

Notes: HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO MY AMERICAN FOLLOWERS!

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As she alarm blared, Y/N lifted her head up in confusion. Y/N was used to being woken up on her days off by her daughter jumping onto the bed demanding pancakes. The past five years as a mother had flown by. It had been difficult at first, but now they were a well-oiled machine and she couldn’t imagine a life without Eleanora in it. Yes, she would probably be more well-rested and be able to sleep in on Saturdays, but it was all worth it when a Nutella smeared face beamed up at her.

This morning did not start that way, instead, she woke up tired. Emotionally, her family drained her every time she had to see them. Y/N rolled out of bed, pulled off her bonnet and shook out her curls. She made quick work in the bathroom. and washed the remnants of last night’s makeup off. Walking into the kitchen, she found her roommates, Andi and Jackie, eating breakfast with Nola. “Mommy!”

Y/N caught the five-year-old just in time as she dove at her, squeezing her tight, “Hi, my sweet girl. Did you have a good sleepover with your aunts?”

“We had pizza and watched Moana and they let me have my own bag of gummy worms!” Y/N glared at her friends who didn’t look the least bit apologetic. She sat back at that table with Nola in her lap who dug back into her breakfast.

She looked at the Nutella waffles and pushed the hair out of her daughter’s face, “I think you’ve had enough sugar for a lifetime. Fruit is the only dessert you’re getting for the next few days.”

“But mommmmm–”

She laughed at the dramatics but didn’t give in, “I know, I’m the worst. Blame your aunts for giving you everything you ask for.” Ignoring the outraged gasps from Andi and Jackie, Y/N stole a bite of Nola’s breakfast and kissed her cheek.

Soon, the group was cleaning up dirty dishes and getting ready to go to the studio. Y/N sat in her room. pulling on her shoes when Jackie brought her a to-go cup of coffee and she moaned, “You are the love of my life, you know that?”

“Andi might have an issue with that.”

“If you keep bringing me coffee, I’ll fight her for you.” They were interrupted by Nola shouting for her. Y/N groaned as she stood up, “One of these days I’m changing my name.”

She found her daughter sitting on the bench beside the front door, wiggling her feet waiting for her to tie the laces. While she was distracted, Andi zoned in on her phone and all of the notifications that had been clogging the Lock Screen since she’d woken up, “Why are you so popular today, Honey?”

“I don’t know. My family keeps calling, which is strange enough as is,” she waved it off, “I’ll get to it eventually.” Eventually ended up being as she sat in the waiting room of the dance studio. Y/N finally clicked on one of the notifications and let the phone ring, “Hello? Father, what’s going on?”

“Have you spoken to your sister?”

“No. What’s going on?”

“Your sister has disappeared.”

“Disappeared?” Y/N was confused, “Are you sure Ana didn’t just go to that spa that doesn’t allow technology again?”

“No, she left. Your mother found her room cleaned out, and a note on the desk.”

Y/N couldn’t believe it. The twins had been the light of her parent’s eyes since the day they were born. Her brother followed in her father’s footsteps in the business, and her sister had been groomed to be the perfect mob wife. Because of this, Y/N had led a quiet life. She had rebelled in her teens, in an attempt for attention but soon came to the realization that it was no use. Once she became pregnant with her daughter, all of her priorities changed. Now, no one cared where she went as long as she stayed out of the spotlight, which she was all too happy to do. “What did the note say?”

“I don’t have time to answer all your questions. I need to find your sister. She’s supposed to be getting married!”

“You’re the one that’s been calling me!” The call was cut off and Y/N grumbled under her breath as she threw her phone into her purse and left it in her locker. The group of four got things set up for the day. Whenever she had time off, Y/N helped her friends in the reception area. After the call with her father, she immediately started going over the schedule by the front desk while Nola was getting ready for class. Andi looked up from the computer at the front desk, “So, what did your family want?”

She rolled her eyes, “Oh, that…something about my sister and her running away. The whole house sounded like it was in an uproar in her background.”

Andi tilted her head, confused, “Ran away? Isn’t she like 25?”

“You understand why I’m less than concerned,” Y/N deadpanned,“Apparently, she even left a note, but a lot is riding on this marriage.” Jackie had joined them and the couple looked confused, so she explained, “My sister wasn’t getting married because she’s in love. Well, she is in love, but not with her fiance. She’s in love with their position. The Barton Family and the Cirillo Family are coming together.”

“They’re getting married for business? That’s so sad.”

“Yeah, well, the Families are a sad group.”

Jackie and Andi shared a look. Y/N had always been very secretive about her family, even in high school. While her siblings had attended private schools, she had gone to public school. Thankfully, this meant that there was no reputation or expectation she’d have to live up to. Andi and Jackie had been seniors when she was a freshman and had essentially adopted her as their little sister. They’d stayed in contact after they’d graduated and moved in together. Once Y/N found out she was pregnant, she’d been kicked out of the house and they’d taken her in. The trio had been roommates and family for the last five years. They shared a look at all of this new information. Andi bit her lip, “Will they make you marry?”

Y/N laughed bitterly, “Guys, I doubt they could tell you my birthday. I’m just the problematic, unplanned third child who was a teen mom and made them look bad. If they had their way, they would just have the twins and that’s fine by me. The less I get from them, the less they expect from me.” She downed the rest of her coffee, “Now, I have to go answer some emails for you guys and then run some errands.”

The first of the students started to come in. A chorus of Good morning, Miss Y/N greeted her as the young students went to get ready. She loved the dance school and especially loved the younger kids. Their energy always seemed to bump hers and she always had fun. Y/N had had Nola at the studio with her since she was born and her daughter loved to dance, especially with her aunts. Before she could walk out the studio, her phone rang, “Hello?”

“Y/N, you need to come home.”

“Father, I’m busy.”

“Now. I don’t have time to argue.”

“And I don’t have time to come to the house right now. I will come by later. Goodbye.” Y/N sighed and shook her head. She turned to Andi, “You’d think I was a servant the way he tried to order me around.”

The next three hours were hectic as she finished at the front desk, did the shopping for the house for the week, and dropped Nola at a playdate. She was grateful that this playdate was on the books since she worked hard to keep the 5-year-old away from her old life as much as possible. Y/N made quick work after her class, slicking her hair back in a bun. She pulled a sweater and leggings on before she drove to the house. She walked into the house and was greeted by her parents. Her mother wrinkled her nose at her clothes but said nothing as her father led her to his office. The moment they were settled, her father went straight to business, “You’re getting married.”

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