#Because it was so. So sudden. I cannot stress how instant it was

[hauntedtotem]

This one is actually The Sun at around 11am.

Basically noon in the middle of I think June or July? we got a very sudden storm that made the sky go black in seconds. Very cool 👍

#I don't think this was tornado weather it was just a regular thunderstorm? #I was on the porch waiting for my sister to come home and she was walking up the yard. And I said #Better hurry bc it's gonna storm. (You can feel it through the humidity) #Then the moment she stepped on the porch the sky just went black #And a branch flew by the house and smacked against the roof and she was like. Did you fucking??summon the storm??? #Because it was so. So sudden. I cannot stress how instant it was #It was hilarious

[actiniumwrites]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊

synopsis: you and neuvillette dance among the mechanical dancing robots, copellia and copellius, after a particularly stressful day

characters: neuvillette x gn!reader

wc: 1,066

warnings: fluff, a pinch of angst, reverse hurt/comfort, established relationships, some spoilers for neuvillette’s personality but no major spoilers for 4.0, this follows the theory that neuvillette is the dragon (i mean at this point, hyv is throwing it in our faces)

notes: i’ve had this idea since the trailer came out and i am very excited to be writing it! luckily neuvillette is kinda easy to write since he reminds me a lot of zhongli but in a better way? idk but i love him so so so so much. i actually had to cover my mouth while playing the quest because he made me smile so hard 💀

Little drops of rain dusted away from the wind, falling gently across your skin as you stepped outside of the Opera Epiclese, arm hooked around Neuvillette’s. At the sound of rain, his eyes raised toward the sky before back to the ground, sighing in frustration. Work had been particularly tasking lately, what with the latest homicide case that Lady Furina just couldn’t seem to take seriously. He didn’t need bad weather on top of everything else.

Shaking him out of his thoughts, you pulled him gently along, “Wanna go for a walk?”

“You know I hate to deny you your wishes, but this weather is not suited for walking, my dear,” he gently replied, pulling you back under the overhang and away from where the rain was falling. Of course. Even though he was the one who was not okay, he was still putting you before his own needs.

Your eyes flickered between his, observing the tiredness in them. Dark blue and purple bags formed under his eyes, his hair ever so slightly disheveled. The twinge of red in them made your heart ache, realizing he had been crying again. Who knew how long it had been since he had properly been able to take a break and go outside, enjoy the scenery, or even just breathe.

Making up your mind in an instant, you reached for your umbrella, quickly snapping it open and holding it above you both. Neuvillette quickly grabbed it from you and gently peeled your hands off of it.

Always the gentleman, you think to yourself.

He followed in your footsteps blindly, letting you take the lead during this outing. There was one place you had in mind, one that always seemed to bring you peace. You only hoped it would bring him peace as well, even if it only amounted to a little bit.

“We’re here,” you turned to him, smiling with a glimmer of hope in your eyes. You gestured your hand to the robots in front of you, waltzing around in the rain entirely free from the world around them.

Neuvillette set his eyes on the mechanical couple dancing in front of him, unable to stray his gaze from them, almost as if they were hypnotizing him, “Copellia and Copellius? I was unaware you often came to observe them.”

“I find a certain tranquility in them,” you said quietly, nudging his shoulder with yours and leaning into him a little more, “there’s just something about the way they dance. It’s mesmerizing really, especially when it rains.”

“I cannot say I disagree,” he hummed.

You both paused in your movements as you watched the scene in front of you. Neither of you spoke for a few minutes, just letting the calm silence fall over you like the rain. There was a calming tune playing in the background, echoing from the phonograph broadcast towers by the Opera Epiclese. A classical tune you enjoyed, but one you never bothered to learn the name of.

Quietly, your hand reached up and took the umbrella from Neuvillette. His eyes met yours, alerted by the sudden touch of your hand against his. You gave him a small, but reassuring smile and placed the umbrella down on a nearby concrete ledge. Grabbing his gloved hand in yours, you eagerly pulled him toward where they danced.

“Are you sure?” He hurriedly asked, concerned for your health as the icy rain fell upon your skin, “I would hate for you to get sick.”

You hummed in reply, assuring him you would be okay. Neuvillette nodded back and held your hand a little tighter, pulling you into him so you could fall into step with the clockwork meka.

Back and forth, you both waltzed alongside them. One hand was raised in the air, intertwined with yours as the other pressed against your lower back, holding you close to him. Round and round, your footsteps fell in sync with his as you both danced along the robots. A few people had noticed, stopping by to stare in awe at the sight before carrying on with their days. It felt like hours had passed, but in truth, it had only been a mere ten minutes. When you were with one another, basking in each other’s presence, time just didn’t seem to exist.

And as the rain began falling particularly heavily, you felt your heart ache once more. Your head raised from the spot where it was just resting on his shoulder. Slowing your steps to a stop, you tenderly brush the ivory and blue strands of hair that covered his face off to the side, only to reveal a pool of tears gathering in your lover’s eyes.

Wordlessly, you swiped the ones that had escaped off of his face while a frown paints itself across your face. Placing your hands on either side of his face, you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. He reciprocated the action, pulling you closer to him with the hand that laid on your back, allowing the tears to flow in the presence of your comfort.

“I had no idea you were so skilled at dancing,” he whispered as his lips departed from yours, simultaneously swiping the tears with his hands. You softly laughed to yourself, hooking your arm in his as you began to leave the area.

“Well,” you started as you walked up the steps, pulling him along, “it isn’t like we often dance together. Not seriously anyway.”

“Maybe we should do this more often? Only if you would like to, of course.”

You nodded in agreement, turning back to face him, “To be honest, I always thought you weren’t really into this kind of stuff.”

A few strands of hair that had fallen over his face again were wiped by his hands as he answered, “I do…if it’s with you.”

When you glanced at him again, he was smiling. It was the first one you had seen in a long time — or rather, the first genuine one in a long time. His hands peeled off the soaking wet gloves that once adorned his hands before moving to grab your hand once more. And as you set off for home, hand in hand, you noticed the rain had stopped. The once gloomy skies were filled with the setting sun and an array of blues, reds, and oranges. As Neuvillette found his happiness again, so had the sky.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact fanfiction #neuvillette #neuvillette angst #neuvillette fluff #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x you #neuvillette x y/n

[ze0re]

╭﹐❣︎﹕ Spider-Boy ﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 － 𝖤𝖱𝖤𝖭 𝖸．

cw/tw. fluff, spiderman!eren, black!reader

an. hey ya’ll! I’m back with another story. I got this idea by watching far from home and decided to say hey let’s write a Marvel AU of Eren and make him spider man lol. This is for the AOT and Marvel fans ‼️ But anyways hope you guys enjoyed this !.

summary. - spider-Man comes to your window, injured and beatin up which takes an unexpected turn .

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓! 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓! 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓!

How am I supposed to explain this to mom? There’s no way in hell I can explain how I have a busted lip, bruised ribs, a bloody wound on my leg and a swollen eye.

I groaned as I started to pace around on top of the building I was currently limping on every now and then trying to think of what the hell I'm supposed to do.. If i go home i’ll have to explain to mom on how i got these fucked up injuries. Man cmon! Think Eren think! Who else can I go to who I trust the most?..I can’t go to Armin because he would just freak out and ask me a bunch of questions. I can't go to Mikasa because she would scold the hell out of me and give me a whole lecture of how dangerous this is. I most definitely can’t go to the trio's house..For one Connie has a big ass mouth, two Jean would just clown me like he always does and Sasha? She would freak out.

Man, fuck..who else is there…

…

Wait?

..(Y/n)! I could go to her! She’s the quietest out of the friend group so that’s a good option to go for. And she lives close by which is perfect..considering the fact that i only have little to none strength. I smiled to myself before leaping off the roof top swinging myself towards where her house was.

Let’s just hope and pray her dad isn’t there..

“Oh my god, Hitch no! There’s no way in hell-“

“Oh cmon (Y/N)! If you don’t say anything to him now he’ll be snatched up in seconds.”

“I know..but I can’t! Do you know how embarrassing that is? What about..i do it over text? Yeah, that seems like the best possible option right now.” Hitch stopped what she was doing to stare at the screen giving her the ‘Are you being deadass?’ look. “(Y/N), you cannot, be serious right now..over TEXT? Bitch it’s better if you just do it in person- or better yet! Invite him over tomorrow and confess that way.” (Y/N) could only just groan into her hands, she was stressing out over a boy..

How ironic is that?

“Hitchhhh.” She whined. “(Y/NNNNN).” She whined back. “Man..i can’t believe I'm stressin over a nigga..who isn’t even a nigga. How ironic is tha-'' Before she could finish her sentence two loud knocks on her window had interrupted her. She furrowed her eyebrows together, leaning back in her chair to see what it was to see the one and only Spider-Man..

OUTSIDE HER WINDOW.

Her eyes almost popped out of her skull by the sudden surprise, there was no way thee Spider-Man..

the one man who’s responsible of being the hero of the city is standing outside my window..

This is really happening..”Hitch..imma needa call you back,” She had already hung up the FaceTime call before she had the chance to respond back.You got up almost in an instant to walk over to your window furrowing your eyebrows together to see him in a squatting position holding his stomach..you squint your eyes to roam his body more to spot a patch of blood on his thigh that was going through his suit. You gasped at it as you pulled your window up for him to enter. He groaned slightly sliding his body through your window, now standing in front of you giving you more view of what he looks like..and he’s fucked up. Half his suit was ripped, there was blood patches everywhere on his body, and a big stab wound that was in his thigh.

How the fuck is he still standing..?

So the sweet person you are, you motioned him to sit on the bed not caring if it gets dirty or not. Every rule of being a medical student you always put your patients first then anything else, as he limped to go sit on your bed you instantly ran to your bathroom to get the supplies you needed. While you were doing that, Eren decided to examine your room. His eyes darted to your wall where you hung up pictures of you, your friends, and him. He smiled under his mask to see a picture of him sleeping on the desk with drool slightly coming out of his mouth taking a selfie as you threw up a peace sign in the camera. He then darted his eyes to see him and you together with matching Christmas pjs doing silly faces, he smiled at the cute memory you both shared at that time.

It was cute you kept all these pictures of your friends and him hanging up on your wall. Before he has any time to look around your room more you came back with alcohol, bandages, cotton balls, a needle and the string they put in you for getting stitches (i don’t know what it’s called lol.), bandaids and some kinda cream for bruises. You walked over to the bed where he sat and placed the supplies down on your bed, you huffed out of breath and moved some of your braids out your face to stare at the injured man with a soft smile. “Okay! So I got what I needed and now i just need you to..” You pointed at his half ripped suit, “You need me to take off my suit?” You nodded slightly feeling nervous that the fact THEE Spider-Man is in your bedroom right now and might i mention..he was huge! At least 5’11 or 6’1 somewhere in between. But you can’t become distracted, your top priority is to help him.

He bit the inside of his cheek, before pressing against his chest, clicking some sorta..button? To deflate it, you almost choked on your own spit to see how ripped he was…he had a 6 pack with very attractive collarbones..you could feel heat go to your body just by staring at his body..

God he’s so hot.

Eren looked up to see what else you wanted him to do but grinned seeing you stand there like a frozen statue staring at his body. He chuckled a little catching you off guard, “You gonna continue staring at my body? Or you gonna help me webs” You shook your head out of your thoughts ignoring the fact he called you Webs starting to get to work ‘(You were mentally freaking out in the inside trying to keep your self restraint)’. “Sorry..” You mumbled, he only smiled under his mask shrugging his shoulders. You were so caught up in helping him that you didn’t even question why he came to your window all of sudden? And how he knows where you lived which is pretty strange..

You put a mental note to remind yourself to ask that question once you're done.

You decided to start with the small bruises that were on his stomach, putting some typa of cream on the bruised spots being careful to not press on them. As your fingers worked applying the cream he slightly groaned from the feeling..feeling how soft your fingertips felt against his skin as you put the cream on, you stopped for a second to question if you accidentally pressed on it which he instantly said no and just said it felt good. You only nodded your head and continued to apply it to his skin. After the last bruise on his body you now moved onto the hard part..stitching the stab wound. You got on your knees in front of him motioning him to take the rest of his suit off so you can inspect the injury. He smirked at the command, deciding to do what he does best..being a huge flirt. “Wow doc, getting me to undress already? We just met.” Your eyes widened at the comment he made, shaking your head instantly, there was no way he was making such comments while his thigh is half way gone.

“How could you be flirting with me when you’re a walking corpse?” She asked with a raised brow, he only shrugged his shoulders pulling the rest of his suit off to reveal the stab wound- and surprisingly it didn’t need stitches which was good, the blood had seeked all the way through his suit making it look like it was big but in reality it wasn’t. You grabbed the alcohol, cotton balls and bandages to get started on it. When you were done with his thigh you gave him the clear he could put his suit back on which he did, when he got it all the way on he pressed the chest part of it and it reflated back onto his skin. Now since you were done…questions are about to be asked, 

Because how the hell did he know where you lived?!

“Okay, Spider-Man. First why the hell did you come to my house? Second how do you know where I live?? Are you stalking me?” You stared at him, I mean you weren’t complaining! Shi you manifested he would one day come to your window and well..look where we are now! This was the hard part for Eren, his dumbass didn’t think of any answers, so in the heat of the moment he had to think of something. “Uhm.. Well I heard from someone that you were a medical doctor.” You raised a brow crossing her arms, “Uh huh..so explain how you found out where i lived?” Shit..

He was caught at this point.

He stumbled on his words a little trying to find out the correct words but just sighed. “Look, don’t freak out when i show you this okay?” You raised a brow in confusion on what he was about to do,,you heard him sigh one more last time before he reached up to grab his mask, pulling it off to reveal..

“Eren?!” You yelled, with wide eyes. The person you helped and practically got a glance of his sexy body was Eren? My Eren?? “What the fuck?! When the- How the- WHAT?!” At this point you started to freak out, Eren was the all mighty Spider-Man? The one who kicks ass and saves the city 24/7? “Oh my god..” You whispered out, continuing to stare at your best friend with wide eyes, he only scratches the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle. “Hey..(Y/N)?”

Before you knew it..you threw the alcohol bottle at him earning a whine from him. “Hey! What was that for?” You scoffed. “You know exactly what that’s for you buffoon! You really kept this from me?? Ooo I outta... OOO you’re so lucky you’re injured because I swear to you I would've-“ Before you finished that sentence, you felt a thing being shot at you. You looked down to see he shot a web towards your stomach to pull you towards him, launching you into his chest, feeling his hand go to your waist holding you place. “(Y/N) There’s a reason why i didn’t tell you.” He sighed. You raised a brow. “One reason being because of that!” He laughed, earning a scoff and slight laugh, “Two because I have many enemies who target me, and if I told anyone my identity I knew, they would target my weakness which is you and the others. I couldn’t bare to live with the thought of your guys life being threatened because of me.”  He spoke in a soft tone, you looked up at him with a now softened face and small smile. “Well now i know i’ll always be protected by my one savior and whose always there for me.” You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his waist and giving him a hug,

He raised a brow “And who might that be?” He teases, you roll your eyes and playfully pushed him away. “You Spider-Boy.” You teases back, he furrowed his eyebrows with a smile. “What did you call me?”

“Mm..nothin.”

“(Y/N).”

“What? I didn’t call you anything.”

He only scoffed at it before pulling you back to his embrace. You were about to protest but got caught off guard when he placed his lips onto yours, you gasped into the kiss shocked that he did that. You didn’t even have enough time to kiss back before he pulled back, chuckling at your shocked expression. “You wanna tell me what you called me? Or do I need to kiss you again for you to do it?” You blinked a few times before stumbling on your words. “I think you gotta kiss me again to remind me.” He only shook his head with a smile on his face before he leaned down again to take your lips into his making it longer, giving you enough time to respond back. You pulled back after a few seconds, wrapping your arms around his neck with a smile of your own. “I called you Spider-Boy.”

“Really? ‘Spider-Boy?’” You nodded your head and pecked his lips one last time

“Yep..my Spider-Boy.”

Bonus:

“You know if you wanted to keep your identity from me..think of a better plan then just randomly popping up at my house thinking i wouldn’t notice.”

“Hey! I was injured and you were closer to where I was!”

“God..i know you’re stupid but you can’t be THAT stupid.”

“Okay first of all…”

“First of all what?”

“I- Well..!”

“Exactly!”

#eren jaeger #eren jaeger x black reader #eren headcanons #amazing spider-man #spiderman au #spiderman #aot x black reader #aot x reader #black reader #marvel #marvel x y/n #marcilezrr

[anonniemousefics]

Better Than Dreaming

Masterlist | Ask Box | Ko-fi

Originally posted on AO3

Fandom: Six of Crows | Kaz + Inej

Word count: 4614

****Rating: NSFW (Aged up characters)*****

Synopsis: The one where Inej has sex dreams. 

Author’s Note: Y’all, I cannot stress enough how little plot is here. This is just a sexy good time with an attempt to be somewhat canon compliant, but don’t take me to court over it. This fic is not here to win awards - it’s just here to party. If it’s not your jam, don’t read it. If it *is* your jam,  comments/reblogs/coffee fuel me. :) 

Inej sits on his desk, heart pounding, gripping Kaz’s open shirt with white knuckles. 

His dark eyes smolder with the desire he no longer tries to hide – his kisses are ravenous, all-consuming. When his hands rip open her shirt, sinew and muscle taut in his forearms, her breath comes short and high in her chest, her cheeks aflame. Saints, she needs him. His lips are at her neck – her head swims as she tilts back. His fingers dig into her thighs when she scrapes hers over his chest. Kaz is perfect in candlelight – she drinks in the shadows that play on his well-muscled shoulders. She sinks her fingers into his soft, black hair, pulls him closer. He grips her waist, fits his body between her parting legs.  

He’s kissing the tops of her breasts when she slides onto her back. He’s working his way down her arching body with his lips, his fingers – she’s bare now. She’s not sure when that happened, but she doesn’t care, because now, so is he. She wraps her legs around his waist, and the sounds of his groans are delicious. A flame coils itself up her spine. His skin is hot against hers – his lips are everywhere. She needs – she needs –  

He is thrusting – she is wracked with pleasure. Her mouth is slack; he’s biting his lip. His chest presses against hers, and she scrapes her nails along the muscles of his back. His hands, oh, his clever hands -- he’s undoing her, fast. More, she begs, please, Kaz, Saints, she’s close, so close –

“Inej. Inej!”

Inej gasped when her eyes flew open in the dark of The Slat – very clothed and very untouched. The realization hit her with a surprising and instant wave of regret. Every nerve in her body stood on end.

“Are you all right?” Next to her, Kaz was propped up on an elbow, looking concerned in the ghostly glow from the moon through the open window. “You were breathing funny.”

Inej drew a hand over her eyes with a sigh. She felt like she’d been running, like she needed to catch her breath.

“Another nightmare?” Kaz asked, brows drawn tight beneath his sleep-mussed hair. Inej was gripped with a fresh desire to seize it and grip it and make him finish what he started.

Which was, of course, absurd. They weren’t that type of couple. In reality, Kaz Brekker, for all his fierce and dangerous talk, was, on his best days, gentle when he managed to be affectionate, and, on his worst days, a complete basket case of nerves in the bedroom. There was no, and probably never would be, seizing or shirt-ripping or frantic love-making all over his desk.

Inej wasn’t sure she even wanted that anyway, if they ever did manage to touch each other’s skin without keeling over. She liked the way things were. She really did. She liked that they fell asleep fully clothed and tucked against each other, her body enveloped in his warm, protective embrace. She liked the soft, careful kisses he left on her cheeks. She liked the way their hands fit together – Kaz could manage that easily these days. Why her sub-conscious was being so filthy all of a sudden, she couldn’t guess.

“Inej?” Kaz was still waiting for an answer. Her heart was still pounding, and she had no reasonable explanation for it.

“Um.” She rubbed her eyes. “Something like that,” was all she found to mutter.

Kaz settled again back onto his pillow and into the silence. That could be the end of that, Inej figured – any second now, he would roll over and pull her close again and they’d fall back asleep and --

“What was it about?” he asked, unfortunately. Great. Now she needed a lie. Inej pushed her fingers into her hair, nervously.

“Um.” She was so bad at this. “You know, we don’t need to talk about it. It’s late.”

“It’s just,” Kaz glanced over his pillow at her, still looking concerned, “it almost sounded like you were trying to say my name--”

“Oh, Saints.” This could not be more embarrassing. Inej scrubbed her hands over her face.

“And I will gladly make appearances in anyone’s nightmares, saving yours,” said Kaz. “If I did something--”

“You didn’t.”

“I have never wanted to give you a reason to fear me, but if I ever did--”

“It wasn’t a nightmare!” she exclaimed, thankful for the dark and the way it would hide the blush on her cheeks. Kaz’s self-deprecation at this exact moment was a little maddening, especially given that her body still ringing from what her sub-conscious apparently desperately wanted him to do to her.

Across the pillows, Kaz now looked confused.

“It wasn’t a nightmare,” she repeated, trying to salvage her dignity. “Yes, you were in it, congratulations. I am fine. Everything is fine. Go to sleep.”

She started to roll over.

“Oh.” Perfect. Behind her, Kaz was having a revelation while staring up at the ceiling. “Oh.”

“Like I said – congratulations.”

“Was it good?”

“‘Was it’--?!” Did his ego really need stroking at half past midnight? Inej buried her burning face into her pillows. “Obviously, it was good,” was her muffled confession as she pressed the pillow over herself.

“No, this is not ‘obviously’.” Kaz poked her in the side, trying to get her to unbury her face. “I would have thought you didn’t have good dreams of that nature, given everything that happened--”

And, truth be told, Inej was a little surprised by it herself.

“Well, lately, I do.” She peeled down the pillow just enough to look up at Kaz’s crooked smile as he peered down at her, propped up on an elbow again. “Just of you,” she said, softly – although, wait, that did need a caveat. “And sometimes Nina,” she added with a shrug. Kaz spluttered.

“What?”

“Oh, come off it. Have you seen Nina? I’m pretty sure everyone has sex dreams about Nina.”

“I don’t have sex dreams about Nina.”

“I don’t believe that for one minute, Kaz Brekker.”

Kaz gave a defeated gesture of his hand as he flopped back on his pillow again. The moon gave a silvery glow to his room, across his quilt and his makeshift desk, littered with papers and books. For a moment, Inej watched the pair of their feet beneath the covers, two parallel bumps in the darkness at the foot of the bed, until Kaz moved his foot to nudge hers.

“Tell me what it was about,” he prodded, in a low voice.

And there was an edge to his voice Inej liked, something not entirely chaste, not entirely like the kisses she was used to receiving from him. She tucked the pillow back underneath her and rolled over to look up at him. When she caught his sideways glance, something flickered deep in her chest.

“You had me on your desk,” she murmured back, and she didn’t think it was a trick of the light when she thought she saw his chest rise suddenly. “You tore my clothes off of me. And you kissed every inch of me.”

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock on the wall. Inej let her gaze wander over Kaz’s face, his sharp jaw, the length of his throat to the buttons of his nightshirt. She watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

“And you liked that,” but Kaz didn’t say it like a question. He said it like he’d already heard how much she did, just perhaps didn’t quite believe his own ears.

In the dark, Inej’s lips twisted in a coy smirk she couldn’t contain if she tried.

“Yes,” she said.

“And then what,” Kaz pressed. “What happened after that.”

Inej liked this. She liked the way her nerves sang at the sound of his voice. She liked not being the only affected. She raised herself up on her elbows and leaned close to his cheek, like she was going to leave a soft kiss there. Instead, she bent close to his ear, close enough to breathe in the cologne on his neck.

“I had my legs around you,” she whispered there. “And you had me on the brink of coming undone.”

“And then?”

Inej chuckled, lowly. She left the quickest kiss against the stubble on his jaw, and Kaz drew in a quick breath.

“Then you woke me up,” she said, settling back down onto her pillow, and Kaz gave a rueful laugh.

“I,” he declared, “am an asshole.”

“Mmm. And I forgive you. Come back, hold me – it’s late.”

“Of course, love. I’ll be right there.”

But when Kaz didn’t move, Inej glanced over her shoulder at him, confused. He was just – laying there. He didn’t even seem to be scheming. His knees were drawn up beneath the quilt, and he was just staring at the ceiling like he was caught in some far off vision.

“Problem?” Inej asked. Kaz simply shook his head. So, there was definitely a problem.

“I’m happy, you know,” she reminded him, because perhaps she’d made him feel guilty, had made him feel like she needed something he couldn’t give her. “It was just a dream. I don’t need to do any of that, ever, if you don’t want to. Your desk can remain undefiled.”

This was apparently the wrong thing to say. Kaz groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Don’t talk of defiling things,” he said, and then added, more to himself than anything: “Why that, of all things?”

“Are you okay?” Inej was becoming more concerned than confused.

“I’m fine,” he gritted out. “I’m--” He glared at the ceiling.

“You’re what?”

“I’m – having--” Kaz’s words were coming out disjointed and awkward, and for a brief moment, Inej wondered if he was going to need a medik. Then he gestured to his bent knees, to the shadow that fell between his legs, and suddenly Inej was having her own realization.

“Ohhhh.”

Kaz was doing his level best to maintain his dignity in the midst of a raging erection.

“It will pass in a minute,” he mumbled into his hands, and Inej could never understand why, but she’d never felt so smitten.

“You don’t need to be ashamed,” she said, gentle as her cheeks warmed.

“I’m not,” Kaz insisted, rubbing his eyes. “I just – I don’t want to upset you. I don’t want this to…bring up some horrible memory or--”

“It’s you,” Inej insisted. “It’s not.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” and Kaz was right. These nights in his bed, tucked against each other, had been hard-won. There had been nightmares and panic and tears. There had been nights where she’d wondered why they kept trying at all, that maybe she was broken beyond repair and unable to be held, that maybe his love was wasted on her.

She didn’t believe that anymore.

“I’m not afraid of you,” Inej promised him. She rolled over just far enough to take him by the wrist, just over his nightshirt. “And I am not afraid of your body.” With that, she tugged at his arm, a silent plea to hold her close as he always did.

Kaz drew in a breath and rolled to his side, fitting his long arms around her slim frame. She’d always fit against his body like the final piece of a puzzle, in a way that was just meant to be, and she found she slept better these days, when she could nod off like this.

Tonight, though, anticipation flowed through her veins when her heart pounded at the warmth of his body. Here in the moonlight, she still had a toe in the dreamscape, and her body remembered the cresting sensation that had been too abruptly interrupted. She was craving something – if not a resolution, at least just a little more.

Kaz was still hard when she pressed against him. Through the thin cotton of their night clothes, she felt him nestle along the curve of her ass. And she found she liked the way he fit there, too. She pushed back against him, almost like a challenge, or a reassurance, a nonverbal way of showing him she was not afraid.

Kaz made a low sound in the back of his throat that sent ripples through her core. And he pushed back, slowly, gently, pressing the length of his cock against her. His arms around her, he laced his fingers through hers and squeezed.

She’d meant to hold him close and fall back to sleep – she really did. But that sound, that sound he’d made at the feel of her ass against him. It was better than any sound she’d dreamt up. And now Inej had no thoughts at all – only a need to push against his cock again, to hear him wanting her once more.

She pressed back against him again, rolling her hips in a rocking motion, relishing the hardness of his length against her, the way he groaned into her neck and tightened his grip on her fingers. They were still completely clothed, the majority of Kaz’s skin safely encased in cotton, thus sparing him the fear of his memories and panic, and yet -- the world was deliciously shifting, the entire energy of the room changing with each roll of her hips. Why had she never thought of this before?

“Do you know what you do to me?” Kaz rasped close to her ear, and it sent shivers dancing down her spine. She turned her face towards him.

“Should I stop?” she asked in a whisper.

Instead of replying, Kaz let go of one of her hands to trace the length of her waist with his fingertips. When he found her hips, he gripped her hipbones and pulled her, rocking her ass against him again.

“Don’t stop,” he breathed. He kissed the shell of her ear, and her breath caught. She rocked back against him again and again, his fingers digging into her hips. He buried his face against the back of her neck.  

“I want,” he groaned, disjointedly. Inej knew. She wanted, too. She wanted, and she had no words for it. She only knew she loved the feel of him, all of him, against her, wanting her, falling apart for her. His hand was flat against her stomach, pressed just below her navel, following the rocking of her hips, and it just wasn’t enough.

“I want,” Kaz tried again, his breathing ragged, “I want to make you feel good, too.”

Inej barely knew herself. She’d spent a few desperate nights aboard The Wraith trying to get to know the desires that lay hidden inside her, buried beneath years of trauma, and what called to them. A few times she’d been able to bring herself to the brink, her toes curling, her body arching on her narrow mattress. She wasn’t sure she could do that with an audience yet. But maybe that wasn’t necessary. Maybe it didn’t need to be anything more than feeling good.

She took the hand that pressed against her stomach, and Inej pressed Kaz’s fingers between her legs. And she rocked and rocked against him, letting her eyes drop closed as her head tilted back against his, feeling each soft, gentle motion as he moved his fingers in time with her hips.

If there was any lingering memory of the Menagerie threatening to raise its ugly head, in this moment, it was small enough to pin up somewhere in the back of her mind, out of reach. In this moment, Inej could sink back into Kaz’s arms, into their familiar warmth, and lose herself to the sounds of his breath and the feel of his fingers through her cotton trousers.

And then, when he said: “Your dream,” Inej felt like she was emerging from another one again. Except she wasn’t. She was still there in his arms, breathing with the gentle rising of the desire in her veins.

“My dream?” she asked, in a haze.

“In your dream,” Kaz was breathing hard when he tried again, “when you were calling my name – what – what we were doing?”

Inej blinked – what kind of stupid question was that? About a sex dream?

“Having…sex?” She couldn’t think straight like this, not with his hard cock pressed against her, not with his fingers doing all that. Surely he was going to feel how wet she was through her clothes.

Kaz huffed a laugh against her neck.

“I know that. How--” Inej pressed back a moan as his fingers made an especially delicious circle around her center, and Kaz groaned at the enthusiastic response of her hips. “how—were we—having--”

“I was on my back,” Inej found the wherewithal to respond finally. “On my back, on your desk. You were--”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Kaz flipped her onto her back. He shifted his weight, wincing a little with his bad leg, and her body seemed to know what to do – she parted her legs to invite him in. The old mattress on Kaz’s bed squeaked and complained as he moved and fitted himself between her thighs.

“Is this all right?” he checked. He held himself up with his hands on either side of her. Curious, she ran her hands up over the swell of his biceps to his shoulders, all hidden from view with sleep clothes, but now very much there for her own tactile enjoyment. She was nodding in speechless agreement.

“It would have been like this?” Slowly, Kaz lowered himself, his lips just barely brushing her hairline. She drew in a breath as he rolled his hips against her, the hard length of him rubbing her just right. She gazed up at him and his tousled hair with hazy eyes.

“Was it something like this?” he rasped again. It was nothing like this, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. Her dream had been ridiculous, fanciful, improbable, not to mention impractical. It hadn’t been real at all. The reality of Kaz, hard and pressed against her, his eyes aching to please her, his gasping breaths and the heat of him, even through their clothes, maybe even especially through their clothes – it was exquisite. It didn’t matter that he had no idea what he was doing. It didn’t matter she wouldn’t have known any better anyway. Just wanting this alone felt miraculous. Like something from a dream.

“Inej,” Kaz was speaking in a strained whisper, his lips so close to her. His breath fanned out across her forehead. “Say something or tell me to stop, I’m--”

Inej could recognize the hint of panic in his voice in an instant.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped, and she brought her hands to cup his neck beneath his shirt collar. Her fingers desperately twisted in the cotton, arresting his attention. She just needed him to keep his eyes on her. “Don’t stop, Kaz. You feel so good.”

“You feel – ah fuck.” Inej moved her hips in time with his, grinding against his cock, and Kaz’s eyes started to roll back in his head. “I don’t want to say anything stupid,” he spouted, his head lolling slightly. “I don’t want to say anything that would remind you of--”

“I’m here with you.” Inej said it like a chant. Like a prayer. Like a spell she wanted cast over this whole sacred space and what was happening between them. “I’m here with you. I’m not thinking of anything but you.”

Kaz locked eyes with her, eyes that carried a thousand horrors and a thousand triumphs. But, in that moment, she knew he only saw her. The remnants of panic were subsiding with every breath he took. He grabbed one of her hands like a lifeline and entwined their fingers over her head.

“I’m not thinking of anything but you,” he echoed. And he dipped his head and took her lips against his.

Inej was lost to a whole new world of sensation then – mouth, lips, teeth, tongues. She let her free hand slide over his the slopes of his back muscles. Desire fluttered inside her like a moth’s wings in lamplight. She was drawn to his taste, his touch with a similar inescapable pull. She gripped his waist, held him as close as she could as they moved against each other. Everything else in the world seemed pointless. This was better than dreaming – better than just about anything. Really, why even bother with breathing when she could be doing this instead?

This was, she thought then, perhaps what it had always been meant to feel like – bodies against bodies, lips and breath and hearts pounding together. If it was never anything more than this, fully clothed but completely consumed in one another, Inej wouldn’t mind one bit.

But suddenly, abruptly, Kaz stopped moving altogether and jerked his head back from their kiss. He was drawing in a sharp breath, and, for a moment, Inej thought for sure the panic had returned – their fun was over. She tried to keep her face neutral, stashing away any disappointment over something he couldn’t help. But when she caught sight of the full view of his face, he just looked flushed, a little overworked.

“Problem?” she asked.

“I just--” His head sagged with sigh, his hair flopping forward. “I shouldn’t--”

“Shouldn’t?” She didn’t remember telling him any shouldn’t’s, and she was the one who started this, after all.

“It’s just--” Who would have thought the Bastard of the Barrel, con-artist extraordinaire, would be so tongue-tied in bed? “You could finish me like this. And I didn’t know if you were, if we were—ready—for that. If it would—make you--”

Saints bless him for his extra care, but at present, Inej was uninterested in any more talk. Slowly, gently, she withdrew her fingers from his, bringing both hands back to his collar.

“Kaz,” she murmured, drawing him closer. “I am going to kiss you again.”

“All right.”

And when she brought their lips together, when he let out a long sigh against her mouth, she showed him exactly how ready she was – she slid a hand along his chest, over his stomach. And she palmed his hard cock through his pajamas.

Kaz groaned against her mouth, sinking against her until his arms nearly gave out under him. He slid his arms under her then, rolling them back onto their sides, facing each other. With her hand still cupping his cock, Kaz leaned over her to seize one of his gloves from his nightstand. And then, in a flurry of frenzied kisses and shaky groping, he wrapped one arm under her waist and the other – oh, the other – gloved and trembling, he hovered above the waistband of her sleeping trousers.

“Can I?” he whispered above her lips and waited until she nodded to slip his fingers over her aching center.

They couldn’t kiss then, either of them, in this haze of lust and years of tension that had finally found a way through their shared brokenness to release. As Inej stroked him, fueled by his frenetic breathing and the way he gripped his close, Kaz watched her carefully, meeting every twisting, writhing intake of breath with careful pressure, like he was coaxing open a lock.

Inej felt like her entire body was on the brink of exploding. It was dangerously close to being too much. For a moment, she feared she’d flown too close to the sun – she would never feel release. That last moment of her dream would be her reality – forever aching, forever wanting, every nerve standing on end. It would turn to pain – she would be ripped open –

“Tell me what you need.” Kaz broke through the rising wave of dread in her as she whined beneath his ministrations. “I’ll give you anything you need.”

“You,” Inej begged, unsure of what she was even asking. “I need to be here with you.”

“You can have all of me,” Kaz breathed. “Anything, Inej, anything.”

And she wasn’t sure why, but her fingers lingered at the waistband of his trousers. She wasn’t thinking. She was greedy. She needed – she needed –

“Yes,” Kaz rasped. “Anything.”

And Inej slid her hand into his pants. Wrapped her hand around his hard, throbbing cock. Slid her hand all the way down his slick shaft and back up again.

There was nothing more visceral she could have done – the very action rooted her into the moment and out of her anxieties. One stroke, and every fiery nerve ending curled inward. Everything overwrought in her turned to butter, churning warm and soft and wonderful –

“Ah, Kaz!” Her body curled with the sensation, like flame burning down a wick. “That’s it,” she sighed, again and again. “That’s it.”

Beside her, Kaz was swearing colorfully, his hips bucking. Something warm and liquid was running over her wrist, but she was far from bothered – she was still ascending. She released her hold on him.

The sensation pulsed through her body long after Kaz stopped swearing, this resolution, this grand finale. Inej sighed and twisted and settled with it, soaking in the pleasant aftershocks that hummed in her bones. Beside her, Kaz collapsed onto his back, chest heaving.

They lay there, spent and silent, for what felt like several minutes. Inej was vaguely aware of having a little concern about what Kaz was thinking about this new territory they’d just breached.

Eventually, though, Kaz started to laugh. She dropped her head to the side to see him running his ungloved hand back in his hair.

“Was that--?” He almost looked sheepish, his cheeks flushed in the afterglow. “I genuinely do not know if it counts as sex if our clothes are still on at the end.”

Inej burst out laughing. How were the two most dangerous people in Ketterdam so incompetent at something as instinctual as sex?

“Maybe?” she giggled as Kaz pulled off his glove and sat up to clean the mess on her forearm with a handkerchief. “I think Nina would say it counts.”

“This,” Kaz pointed at her, “this asking Nina Zenik for sex advice -- this is why you’re having sex dreams about her.”

“Again, Kaz, face facts – literally everyone has sex dreams about Nina.”

From the look on his face, you would have thought Inej was claiming that all of Ketterdam dreamt of bedding his sister. Kaz was equal parts disgusted and incredulous as he returned to his pillow. Inej laughed again and curled on her side, facing him. He was grinning widely at her and stretched out an arm beneath her to gather her to his side.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your laugh?” Kaz asked, as Inej rested her head on his chest. She smiled against him. His heartbeat was even, steady, thrumming beneath her ear.

“You’ve mentioned it,” she said.

“It’s your best quality,” Kaz told her. “As is your smile. And your hair. And your legs.”

“Not my stealth and my cunning wit?” Inej was grinning as she made mental notes – sex made Kaz Brekker chatty.

“Those make you invaluable,” Kaz explained, tracing circles over the outline of her lean shoulders. “Your laugh, though – your laugh made me fall in love with you.”

Inej craned her head to stare up at him, a little dumbstruck. It wasn’t that she didn’t know – it was the carefree way he’d offered it up. Like he had nothing to hide from her anymore.

That night, like so many other nights, Kaz held her close as long as he could, while their eyelids grew heavy and they traded kisses in the dark. And Inej fell asleep tucked against him, dreamless – at peace.

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[missmentelle]

How do I know if I'm being gaslit? What does that mean?

If you are experiencing “gaslighting”, it means that someone is intentionally trying to make you feel like you are irrational and insane. They will try to convince you that you can’t trust your own judgement, even about things that you experienced firsthand. The internet tends to use the term ‘gaslighting’ to describe any kind of lying or arguing, but it’s a lot more complicated than that - when you are being gaslit, it means someone is going out of their way to make you feel like you’re the crazy one who causes all the conflict in the relationship when in reality, it’s the other way around. A person who lies about liking your new haircut or starts an argument with you about whose turn it is to do the dishes is probably not gaslighting you - gaslighting is intentional, repeated, and specifically aimed at undermining your sanity and emotional stability. It is a pattern of abuse, and by definition, it can be very difficult to recognize and escape from. 

Examples of gaslighting include things like:

Insisting that things did not happen the way you remember them, even if you have proof. Maybe you and the abuser had an argument over WhatsApp yesterday, and they called you a slur. You definitely remember that this happened, because it was devastating for you, and you took screenshots in case they deleted the message. But when you confront the other person about what they said, they flat-out deny that it ever happened - in fact, they have no idea where this is coming from, and they feel insulted that you would accuse them of such a horrible thing. They didn’t do that. They’ve never done that. In fact, there was no argument. You made the whole thing up in your head. It doesn’t matter that you have screenshots - they don’t want to see them, because they know that you are totally misunderstanding what’s in them, just like you always do. When you’re being gaslit, the gaslighter doesn’t care about reality. They will flat-out deny what happened and create a new version of events that puts them in a better light, and they’ll insist that you are the one with the faulty memory for not remembering it that way. Even with evidence right in front of their faces, they’ll stick to their guns and say that you are completely inventing things. 

Constantly insisting that you overreact and blow things out of proportion. Maybe you saw a notification on your partner’s phone the other day, and you realize that they’ve been texting other people on a dating app. You are obviously very upset about the situation, and you aren’t sure if you even want to stay in the relationship. But instead of apologizing, your partner begins to get angry with you for how upset you are - they insist that you are blowing this completely out of proportion, that you’re being a huge drama queen, that you’re being manipulative and attention-seeking, and that it’s completely insane for you to be upset. Any time you are upset with the other person for genuinely hurting or harming you in some way, they flip everything around - all of a sudden, the conversation becomes focused on how unstable and dramatic you are, and the abuser’s wrongdoing is totally forgotten. The abuser paints a consistent picture of you as someone who freaks out over absolutely nothing and completely overreacts. 

Playing up your existing mental illness or insisting that you are mentally ill. Your abuser sees signs of mental illness in everything you do. If you have a history of mental illness, they’ll insist that it’s coming back - if you don’t have a history of mental illness, they’ll invent a new mental illness for you out of whole cloth. Did you get upset because your partner screamed at you? That’s not normal, you’re having huge mood swings and you’re definitely bipolar. Did you stick up for yourself when your partner was trying to control you? That’s definitely not normal, you’re acting just like this person they knew who had severe BPD. Whenever you are upset about the way you’re being treated or just refusing to be controlled, your abuser will play the mental illness card - suddenly, they are the hard-worn, loving caretaker and you are the very sick person who refuses to let them help you. Sometimes, when you are getting especially angry about your partner’s mistreatment, they may flip a switch and go from yelling at you to acting like your caretaker in an instant - they’ll start pleading with you to get help, offering to drive you to the hospital, and begging you to understand that you aren’t well and that they’re just so worried about you. The point, of course, is to completely undermine you as a person; they want you to believe that you are seriously mentally ill and incapable of understanding what’s real and what isn’t. 

Positioning themselves as the innocent “victim” in the relationship, even when they are the one mistreating you. To an outside observer, you are the one constantly being terrorized by someone who criticizes and controls you. But your gaslighter doesn’t want you to see it that way - according to them, they are the innocent victim who has to tiptoe around your constant unpredictable mood swings. They’ll claim that they try so hard to help you and avoid setting you off, but you’re just so unreasonable - they may even claim that you are the one abusing them. Any time you fight back, stand up for yourself or have a negative reaction to their abuse, they will find a way to frame things so that your response is the real issue, and not the abuse that provoked it. If they pinned you against a wall and you pushed them off you to get away, they will flip the narrative on you - they’ll swear up and down that they were just gently trying to keep you from hurting yourself when you violently attacked them. Somehow, every confrontation you have about your partner’s bad behaviour turns into you apologizing and feeling bad, even when you went into the conversation being pretty sure that you did nothing wrong. 

Intentionally turning friends and loved ones against you. A gaslighter will sometimes try to recruit your friends and family to “their” side, turning them against you. They will tell your loved ones all about your supposed mood swings, “mental health issues” and how difficult you are being, in an effort to win sympathy and destroy your credibility. The idea is that when you turn to your friends to say “my partner freaked out on me over something small last night”, they’ll respond with “mmmm, your partner already told us this story and they gave a very different version of what happened. It sounds like you’re leaving a lot out to make yourself sound better. Your partner says you’ve been acting weird lately, what’s going on with you?” It’s much easier to warp someone’s perception of reality if you can convince their friends and family to reinforce the fake reality that you’ve created. 

Dramatically misrepresenting your motives. A gaslighter will find ways to “prove” that you’re the kind of person they say you are, regardless of what you do. Even if you do something nice for them, they can find ways to twist things to suit their narrative. Did you buy them an expensive birthday present because you care about them? You’re clearly being manipulative and trying to bribe them somehow. Did you clean the whole house for them because you wanted them to be able to enjoy coming home to a clean living space? Nonsense, this was clearly you being passive-aggressive and trying to shame them for not being as clean as you. Your actions end up not mattering - no matter how hard you to try to prove that you aren’t the difficult, terrible person that your gaslighter says you are, they will always find ways to misrepresent your motives and lie about your intentions so they can turn your innocent behaviour into whatever they want it to be. 

Being gaslighted is an immensely stressful experience - it’s designed to make you feel crazy, and if you’re subjected to it for a long time, that’s exactly what will happen. It’s unbelievably stressful to be in a position where you feel like you cannot trust your own mind or make rational decisions. And when that stress inevitably starts to affect your mental health, that becomes further evidence that your abuser is correct and that you’re the crazy one. It can be extraordinarily difficult for a victim of long-term gaslighting to escape from their situation, because they genuinely start to believe that they are the problem in the relationship and that they’re lucky anyone will put up with them. 

If you suspect you are being gaslit, there are some things you can do to recognize the issue and break free from it:

Keep meticulous records. Write down the details of conversations and arguments as soon as they happen. Record fights with the audio recorder on your phone. Take and save screenshots of important conversations. Save voicemails. Keep a diary with dates and times of events. Nobody has perfect recall, but if your partner’s version of events consistently doesn’t match your hard evidence in a major way, that’s a pretty good sign that they are twisting the truth to suit their needs.

Talk to a neutral third party. Talk to someone outside the relationship that your partner doesn’t have access to - this could be a friend, a coworker, a neighbour, anyone that you feel you can trust. Turn to an internet group or forum if you have to. Show them the evidence you’ve collected or talk to them about what’s happening, and get a neutral perspective. People who have not been exposed to your gaslighter’s charms will be able to tell you pretty quickly that your situation is not normal. 

Think about your past relationships. Have any of your past relationships followed the same patterns as your current one? Has anyone in your past made similar complaints about you? If your last relationship didn’t have these kinds of issues, there’s a good chance that the new person in your life is the problem - not you.

Trust your gut. If you get the sense that something isn’t quite right, don’t ignore those feelings. Remember, you don’t actually have to be certain that you’re being gaslighted to justify leaving the relationship - if your relationship frequently causes you stress and anxiety or makes you feel like you can’t be yourself, something is seriously wrong and it may be time to go.

It’s also a good idea to talk to a mental health professional or a domestic abuse expert if you suspect you are being gaslighted - they are experts at helping your recognize it and come up with strategies to have healthier relationships in the future.

Hope this answers your question!

MM

#Anonymous

[metaphor-cheese]

Anyway after that convo abt buford protecting baljeet i was reminded of one of the first things i wrote when i got back into pnf

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Bill glanced around the mall outside wedgies, searching desperately.

“Come on dude, you came unprepared, just admit it.” A bored voice commented next to him. “No nerd, no entry.”

“I can prove myself!” The boy angrily defended, poking the unimpressed bouncer in the chest in an attempt to intimidate him. “Just let me find someone-“

“What do you think’s gonna happen?” Another bully mocked from inside. “A nerd’s just gonna materialise because the almighty william needs one?”

“IT’S BILL!” The boy roared. He didn’t have to put up with this kind of slander! He was top dog at his school back in Seattle.

He turned back to scanning the available area with his eyes as the bouncer turned around and began shutting the doors to the gym. “Come on, come on...” he mumbled to himself, frantically. “I just gotta find one ner-“ his voice cut off in an instant and his eyes bugged out.

There, across the way, a small indian boy was exiting a bookshop. He was dressed in overalls, his arms were piled high with textbooks (despite summer just having started) and he was talking to a boy with a triangle head about what sounded like science.

He had to be the biggest nerd Bill had ever seen.

His mouth twitched into an evil grin.

“Hey!” He called back to the bouncer, just before he closed the door.

“Ugh, what?!” The taller child whined. “Don’t make me hang you from the flagpole, new kid!”

Ignoring the threat, Bill pointed to the boy with a smug grin. “You were saying about how I couldn’t find a nerd?”

Instead of shocked like he’d expected, or horrified and defeated like he’d hoped, the bouncer instead looked serious. “Yeah, man. Not happening. That’s Buford’s nerd.”

Bill scoffed. ‘Buford’s nerd? You couldn’t claim nerds! It was a free country! And even if it wasn’t, Bully Billy took what he wanted.

“I’m serious, bro.” The bouncer stressed, beginning to white knuckle the door handle. The bullies who had gathered around the window to laugh at him being kicked out also looked anxious. “That one’s off limits.”

“We’ll see about that.” With a roll of his eyes, Bill strolled over to the younger kids.

“I cannot believe I got such a discount on these textbooks!” The indian boy was squeaking excitedly as he struggled with his heavy stack. “You do not know what college kids are paying for these nowadays.”

“Hey poindexter!” Billy interrupted, pointing at him. Despite making it clear who he was referring to, the boy and his small entourage still looked around curiously as if it was unclear. “Ugh. Overalls!” The boy shifted his stack of books to balance precariously at his hip and pointed to himself in with a questioning look. “Yes you! Drop the books.” Bill sneered.

With a confused blink, the boy replied simply. “No.”

“What? You’re talkin’ back to me, runt?!”

“Well, yes.” He said matter of factly. He narrowed his eyes. “What reason do i have to listen t-“

Bill didn’t let him finish. He wasn’t about to lallygag around when he had his dominance as a bully to assert. With one swift move, he reached down and yanked the child up by his underpants. The little shrimp let out a high pitched yelp as he did so, and his friends gaped in shock.

“Well...” the boy chuckled, nervously. “That was unpleasant.”

“Put him down!” One of his friends- a girl with a pink ribbon- demanded, angrily.

“Yeah, he didn’t do anything to you!” The triangle-headed nerd from before chimed in. Bill decided to make him his next victim, after he made an example of the kid in his grasp.

“Or else what?” He mocked, beginning to absentmindedly stroke the boys curly hair for a few seconds before harshly yanking with no warning. The three’s glares intensified as their friend yelped in pain again. “Hmm?” Bill continued. “What’re you gonna do? Go cry to mommy?”

“No.” The boy in his grasp said with sudden calmness, catching Bill’s attention. When he looked back at him, he saw the kid had his arms crossed and was shooting him a confident (and slightly condescending) look. “I will do this.” As he finished speaking, the indian boy took a large, dramatic intake of breath. Bill noticed the other kids giving each other similar, knowing looks of confidence as the tall, green-haired one handed out ear plugs to the others. Before he could question what was about to happen, however...

“BUUUUUUUFOOOOOOOOOOOOORD!”

Bill swore his eardrums burst at the sound, and he was honestly surprised the high pitch didn’t make all the glass in the mall shatter. As he stumbled backwards from shock, he barely managed to make out a dark grey shape skid around a nearby corner. A split second after the sound stopped, he noticed the shape was a chubby kid in a black shirt holding a half-eaten soft pretzel.

“What- what’s happ’nin, where’s the fire?!” The kid exclaimed in frantic alarm, hurriedly looking this way and that. When his eyes settled on Bill and the boy he was holding, however, it instantly steeled into something murderous.

The whole area seemed to go quiet as, who he presumed was, ‘Buford’ slowly stomped his way over to Bill and the overalls kid. Despite his young age and stout physique, even grown adults around Bill covered their mouths in silent horror and hid behind display signs as he passed.

Once he got in front of the two of them, the boy in Bill’s clutches brightened up. “Buford!” He greeted, happily- but the other ignored him.

“Drop the nerd.” Was all he said to him, raspy voice going as deep as an 11 year olds could. When Bill paused, he pointed to the ground and screamed “NOW!”

Bill glanced around him at the terror on everyone’s faces. At the quivering salespeople and the cowering bullies behind wedgies big fancy windows. He raised an eyebrow, looking back and forth between the horrified masses and the slightly-larger-than-average preteen in front of him.

With a quiet scoff, he rolled his eyes. Clearly becoming top dog in this town was gonna be easy.

Giving the kid a smug look, he asked “Or else what, shorty?”

One moment he was looking down into a pale, chubby kid’s furious gaze. The next, his vision was fuzzy black and stars as his back hit the ground. A tight pain erupted from his stomach a moment later, and he rolled over and began wheezing as he huddled in the foetal position.

-

Baljeet shrieked only for a split second as he fell, before he landed in a familiar palm with an underwhelming ‘plop’. He glanced at the person holding him up and smiled. “Thank you, my friend.”

“Y’welcome, ‘Jeet.” Buford said casually as he lowered his arm so his friend could hop off his hand.

Phineas, Ferb and Isabella wandered over to the two of them to look upon the devastated boy.

“Wow.” Phineas said simply, noticing that the older kid still hadn’t stopped wheezing. “That was some sucker punch.”

“You’ve learnt well.” Isabella praised, patting him on the arm. Ferb nodded.

Unable to not brag at least a little, Buford leant back and pretended to inspect his nails. “Yeah. It was a pretty good hit, wasn’t it?”

“Though I certainly hope you did not do any lasting damage...” Baljeet fretted, looking with concern at how long it was taking the bully to recover.

As if in response to his pity, the kid struggled to his feet. “That was a cheap shot.” He spat, cheeks red with embarrassment. He brushed himself off and pointed intimidatingly at Buford. “Let’s settle this the real-“

“Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up.” Buford calmly said, waving his hands in a ‘stop’ gesture as he walked up to him. If only from confusion, Bill did quiet, letting him get close. “Do you really wanna do that?” Buford asked. Bill glared at him.

“Yes.” He said seriously.

He vaguely registered a series of shocked gasps from all around him.

Buford looked surprised for a moment, before shrugging. “Alright.”

Just like before, it all happened so quickly.

One moment Bill had his feet planted firmly on the ground. The next, he was being yanked into the air by his shirt (how was that even possible when this kid was smaller than him?!) and then the next, landing roughly into something hard just as he tried to fight back. It took him a moment to regain his bearings, but when he did, he tried to clamber out of the tiny bin- only to see Buford’s face blocking his view of the light.

“Listen up here, dillweed, ‘cause I’m only gonna say this once.” Buford snarled. “This is MY turf. Those,” he pointed to the rest of the kids. “are MY friends.” Leaning in close, and lowering his scratchy voice again, the kid growled. “And if you wanna survive in this town another day, you’ll leave us the hell alone and never touch one’ ‘em again.” With a harsh poke in the chest, he added “Got that?”

Before Bill could even consider responding, Buford continued. “Good. Sayonara.” Something harsh hit the side of the bin and then bill was rolling, rolling, rolling until-

-

“AAAAAHHHHHH!”

The five kids gathered around the escalator to watch the bin speed down it and then straight out the front door, all to the tune of the bully’s screams.

“Goodbye!” Baljeet called after him, with a satisfied giggle.

“Yup.” Buford added.

For a few moments, they watching in silence.

“...Man, he’s really going far.” Isabella commented.

“I’ll say.” Phineas added. “Hey Ferb, pass me those binoculars.” The green haired boy did just that and his step-brother laughed good-naturally at whatever he saw through them.

“Hey, cool, he made it to the skatepark!”

“Ooo, let me see!” Baljeet cheered, reaching for them.

Buford looked on with a fond smile at his friends laughing over the view. When his ear twitched at the sound of a solitary ‘aww’, however, he turned and glared at the cause. The instigator- a teenage girl- proved not to be the only one staring at him, as huge swabs of the mall were still warily watching him. One quick glare in each direction quickly solved that problem, however, and Buford nodded to himself in satisfaction.

“Alright, this is gettin’ old.” He interrupted Isabella and Baljeet’s arguing by physically easing himself between them. “Who wants corndogs?” He offered.

Instantly, Ferb’s hand went up, and Phineas and Isabella responded rather quickly with ‘me!’s. He nodded and turned to lead the way.

“Were you not just at the food court?” Baljeet commented, wryly, as he followed.

“Hey, I didn’t get to finish my pretzel!” Buford defended.

And thus the group of kids’ normal banter started up again, and the regular background noise of the mall resumed.

-

Meanwhile, across town, a dazed pharmacist rolling down the skating rink strapped to a buggy passed a child in a bin rolling the other way.

“You too, huh?”

#long post #my writing #phineas and ferb #:p

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The Night We Met - Episode 6

pairing : Taehyung x OC   genre : bodyguard!au, singleparent!au, idol!au   word count : 4.1k summary — It doesn’t look good for Taehyung and his niece when his brother’s in-laws come visit them. Prologue | ep.1 | ep.2 | ep.3 | ep.4 | ep.5 | ep.6 | ep.7 

“I told you you didn’t have to stay home today,” you hear Taehyung tell you when he comes out of the bathroom. “I don’t want to ruin your week when I don’t have to go anywhere.”

He pauses in the entrance corridor where you’re standing almost at attention. You look up at him and can feel some uneasiness on his behalf when you don’t move an inch.

You speak calmly. “You’re not ruining anything.”

He frowns,powerless and opens his mouth without really knowing what to say back. He slowly walks away in the kitchen.

“Want me to make you something?”

You shake your head. Seeing him confused and trying to find some meaning behind your attitude is somewhat amusing.  

He pauses again.

“Come sit with me… I’m barely awake but you’re stressing me out.” You indulge him. He frowns to himself, “don’t make me order you.”

You sit at the end of the couch. “Thought you’d like it...”

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”

You both hear Hina toddling out of her room. Her usual toothy grin is absent this morning and it immediately thought-provokes you both.

She doesn’t look up at you but stops a short moment to hug your knees as a compensation. You watch her shuffle her way between Taehyung’s legs with a pouty face.

“Morning sweetheart. You okay?” He cranes his neck down to get a look at her face pulled back downward. “What’s wrong? Feeling sick?”

Your eyes show little worry.

“You tummy hurt?” He asks again when she rubs her stomach. She nods a little, turns around and lifts her arms to have him hug her. He traps his slice of bread in his mouth, rubs his hand and picks her up on his lap. “Want this banana? It’ll make you feel better.”

She accepts to be fed with little zeal but eats anyway.

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Taehyung has noticed your unusual quiet behavior which has now endured the whole past week but he doesn’t comment on it. He senses you alert but isn’t sure about the reason behind it. His attention is fully directed to his niece, taking special care of her as she thankfully seems to get better quickly.

You’ve been left alone in the living-room for a while. You look at the door when the doorbell rings and stride towards it confidently.

You swing the door open with too much force, taking by surprise Hwiin who’s standing on the other side. You frown a little at her when she smiles at you eerily. You shift to let her in.

You walk past her and sit down again while she remains standing, looking around to localize anyone else.

Luckily, you both don’t have to keep up with an awkward silence when Taehyung shows himself a couple of minutes later. You don’t pay attention to them as they start conversing about whatever brought her here.

You find yourself looking at her two or three times before you eventually decide to walk away and check on Hina.

“This seems like a lot, to be honest,” Taehyung admits looking at the screen right in front of him. “I’m barely keeping up with Hina and her school schedule.”

Hwiin’s smile doesn’t falter. She leans in and gently puts her hand on his arm. “Trust me, those interviews and shows overseas are much needed after your successful comeback.”

“I thought they’d be enough, you know, given my previous absence.”

He meets her fairly subtle gaze, sensing its pleading. It used to work much more easily before. He runs his finger in his hair, breaking touch with her but gets her all the more captivated with his casual demeanor and bare face.  

“You cannot just rely on local activities, it’s an opportunity not to miss. And I’m sure your foreign fans will be so grateful. It’s been so long.”

He leans back in the chair, grazing his bottom lip with his teeth. He can’t say he doesn’t miss them just as much.

“We’ll take care of…” She looks down, frowning as she looks for her words, “adjustments later. Please give your green light.” They lock eyes. She grins an innocent smile, “trust me.”

The dilemma is very clear but his hesitation also emphasizes his excitement about touring abroad again.

He lets out a deep sigh, covering his face with both hands, “I can’t believe I’m saying this but… okay. I’m down.”

He hears the excited squeal that escapes her.

“You won’t regret it.” She says delighted as she nimbly taps an answer to an email on her tablet computer and puts some order in the several open documents. “Okay,” she brings the device back in front of him and quickly resumes as her way not to lose momentum. “I also needed you to take a look at the new merchandise…”

Sitting with your back against the wall with Hina’s head on your lap, you’re gently combing your fingers through her silky dark hair. You’re starting the reading of the second book when the bell rings again.

Taehyung frowns at the door.

“Are you expecting someone?” His manager inquires as he carefully stands up.

“No…” He trails unsure. She watches him take a look at the intercom to identify the visitors. His frowning deepens. “Yes?”

“Hello, mister Kim?” A female voice says.

“Yes?”

“I am Seohyung Choi from the Seoul Council.” She continues, “our agency received a call from someone concerned about- I believe if I understood correctly your niece, Kim Hina. I would like to discuss it with you.”

Hwiin doesn’t say anything and can feel alarm overwhelming Taehyung.

“Uhm-...” His pulse picks up in speed and his mouth feels dry. “I don’t understand, I-”

“There is nothing to be worried about,” Seohyung reassures him. “I simply would like to ask you a couple of questions about you and your niece, if that is possible.”

“But I- we don’t have any issue here. I me-”

“Let her in.”

Taehyung looks over his shoulder when he suddenly hears your voice.

“I’m not-” He stutters, wondering if you knew about this. “I don’t know-”

He’s panicked and your heart squeezes at the sight but you don’t dither.

“Let her in. Go change quickly. Don’t worry.”

He takes a deep breath and looks back at the intercom. “Uh.. Come in.”

“Thank you.”

He dashes to his bedroom and starts looking for clean clothes with shaking hands. He barely gives himself the time to look at his reflection to ruffle his hair. He thinks of checking on Hina who’s quietly looking at the pictures in the book you were about to read and decides not to bother her.

You watch Taehyung giving quick looks around the penthouse to make sure it is not too messy before he joins you back in the corridor leading to the entrance.  

“It’s going to be okay,” you say softly only for him to hear.

His eyes are glued to the door. “I don’t know why… I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I know. You’ll just be answering some questions. Don’t worry.”

He doesn't know how you’re doing it but the calmness in your voice manages to sooth his nerves a little and he remembers to breathe somewhat normally.

“Should I come later?” Hwiin interjects standing up, making you and him turn your heads in her direction.

“Y-you can stay. It’s fine.” Taehyung trails while staring back again at the door. He mutters to himself, “everything’s fine.”

You step back behind and wait.

He pauses right before opening the door. A woman around her mid-thirties walks in with a warm smile and you let out a relieved sigh at her seemingly likeable air, thinking it’ll help him feel less stressed.

She takes off her shoes, smiling at you and Hwiin when she sees you two.

“Please, come in. This is ______, our bodyguard and here, Hwiin my manager.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” she grins and you both return the gesture. “You’re home is so lovely inside.”

“Ha, thank you.” He smiles shyly. “Uhm- w-would you like something to drink?”

“Oh don’t bother yourself. I’m good, thank you.”

A very brief instant passes by with everyone being quiet. You look at Taehyung.

“Maybe we should sit down.” Seohyung suggests, smiling to herself while Taehyung leads the way to the dining table with an embarrassed look, shaking his head as a way to get a grip.

“Is Hina here?”

“She’s playing in her room. Should I bring her?”

“Oh don’t. It’s good this way since I’d like to discuss with you first.”

You let him on his own not to cause any kind of extra stress and decide to keep Hina company. Taehyung notices and feels relieved you’re taking a weight off his mind. Hwiin has moved her belongings to the couch where she feigns focusing on her work.

********

“Where are you going?” you ask Hina.

“With daddy…” She pouts at you because of your sudden serious tone.

You stand up from her bed to peek outside her bedroom. Taehyung and Seohyung have left their seats and he is now showing her around.

“Okay, you can go.”

Hina walks away on her tippy toes. You see her hesitating on her tracks at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. She freezes when Seohyung crosses her path.

“Hello, you.” She crouches at her height, slightly shaking her hands. “Your name Hina’s right? Can you show me room?” She lets out a chuckle when the little girl forces her way between Taehyung’s legs to hide herself behind.

“It’s down the corridor.” He informs her when she stands up.

You walk out to let her in and lock eyes with him. He seems a lot more comfortable but gives you an interrogative look. You settle for a small supportive smile and leave them alone.

Hwiin naturally looks up at you when she feels your presence. Her mood seems to have changed.

Seohyung smiles your way when they come back. She and Taehyung sit down with Hina perched on his lap. She finishes writing down notes on her report.

“Alright, I didn’t see anything worth being raised about your household. Beside that one outlet and the window in the bathroom like I pointed it out earlier.”

Hina whines when she drops her soft toy, signaling Taehyung to get it back.

“Otherwise, it seems very secure for little Hina.” She smiles at her while Hina baby talks to her plushy. Taehyung keeps all his attention on the woman. “I’ll send you an email with all the documents needed so I can complete your dossier.”

“Alright.”

“Do you have any specific questions? Something I can shed light on?”

“I don’t think so, no.”

“Very good. Here, my contact information if something comes back to you.”

“Thank you.”

She bids her goodbye to everyone before Taehyung shows her out. You take one last glance at Hwiin whose face has turned expressionless.

*******************

You’re waiting outside the dressing room with Hina half-asleep in your arms.

Taehyung just finished performing for a show and is now discussing alone with Hwiin as she’s requested. The chair you’re sitting on has been positioned not too far from the door so you can hear it immediately when their conversation becomes heated although you can’t decipher their exact words.

The door opens a short while later. When you look up, Taehyung seems to try his best to keep himself calm. You don’t see Hwiin follow closely.

“Give her to me,” he says quietly with his arms stretched towards you. You stand up and let him hold Hina. He’s wearing the clothes he first came with so you grasp he’s ready to leave the building.

The ride back home is quiet.

He puts Hina to bed and goes shower after telling you to order dinner from his phone. You take it where he left it on the counter on his way in, unlocking it without difficulty since he didn’t set a password.

When Taehyung walks out, dressed in a simple black shirt and grey sweatpants, freshly cleaned but visibly exhausted, you are unpacking the few last dishes.

You start eating, letting the TV fill in the silence between you. You don’t mind being quiet, it just feels off when Taehyung seems elsewhere and it indirectly has you looking for ways to bring him back.

“Hey, you’re not eating that?”

He blinks and automatically hands the chicken wings left in his box.

“I’m not eating if you want it,” you smile faintly.

“I’m full you can have it.” He trails with a small pout and you take his box.

“Don’t look so dejected or I’ll lose my appetite too.”

He lifts his chin to look pensively at the small frown on your face as you bite on the food. “Sorry.”

“You want to talk about it?” You cock your head towards him, attacking a second wing.

He remains quiet a moment and you think you should’ve as well when you see his face gets darker.

“I feel abandoned.” He begins quietly. “It’s like everyone wants me to give up on the idea I could be good for Hina and it’s putting me off.”

Your lips part but you’re not sure if you mean to talk. You wipe the grease off your hands with one of the wipes given by the restaurant.

“I keep asking myself why no one’s seeing the efforts I’m making for this to work. It’s not fair... Just because I’m not practising the kind of job they think is more suited for a family life? It’s not fair...”

It really isn’t, you think. You never thought you out of all the people in his life would be among the few supporting him. You wish you had a say but you’re only left with encouraging words to repeat yet again.

You naturally reach for his knee, squeezing it a little. “I think they know you’re doing a great job. For some reason, they refuse to accept it.”

“They think Hina’s maternal grandparents would provide a more stable environment. I don’t want her to be taken away, ______.” He groans with a weak voice.

You feel a pang of sorrow when he blinks his teary eyes at you. You detest when you can’t find anything to do that could help. You reach for the second wipe, tear it open and unfold it.

“Even if they do,” you inch yourself closer to clean the stains of the dipping sauce off his mouth and explain with a soft voice. “You won’t give up on her. Because you know, it’s the right thing to do. And if you don’t, you’d prove them right.”

Taehyung quietly fixes his gaze on you with tired eyes, replaying your words in his mind. You remain silent as well, squeezing the dirty wipe in your fist, and find yourself glancing down at his lips irregularly.

Before you can feel drawn to each other even closer, you back up until reaching an appropriate distance from him and begin cleaning the table, looking away. “You should go to sleep.”

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Taehyung tried his best not to look too dispirited the following weeks until the day he received a mail stipulating Hina’s maternal grandparents showing themselves as the better option for her at this moment in the eyes of the court.

You couldn’t help but think it had to do with the sudden change in social workers.

You close your hands around the cup of hot tea you just made herself, eyes riveted on the grey winter sky.

You get snapped out of your reverie when you hear one of the stools being dragged as Hina tries to climb on it. Your eyes soften at her when she gives you a victorious smile and settles on her seat to eat her snack prepared by you. It’s almost dinner time but Taehyung doesn’t care.

He dressed her in a beautiful dress, you wouldn’t dare to guess the price of it.  

Taehyung joins a little after with a matching hair band in his hand. You don’t look at each other. He carefully combs her hair and places the accessory. He sits down between you and watches her eat in silence.

He props his hand on the table to rest his head on. You don’t mind him hiding from you.

“We going to the zoo again? Let’s go to the zoo.” She blinks her big eyes at him.

He combs her bangs away from her eyes and wipes his nose with the back of his hand. “Wanna go see the animals?”

She hums positively and nods at the same time bringing her eyes back on her brownie. “They don’t bite, daddy. They nice.”

Hina stretches her tiny hand to feed him some of her snacks and lingers her gaze on him for a second, thoughtful.

“We going with ______ too.”

You look away from her and lower your head.

He cleans her mouth with his thumb and jumps a little when the doorbell rings.

“I going! I going,” she chirps, jumping down from her seat with his help.

A shaky sigh that escapes him. You gently grab his forearm, addressing him with a supportive look before you both walk towards the door.

You stay behind. Hina’s now able to graze the doorknob when she stretches on her tiptoes. You wonder if this is how she looked right before you first saw her. Your face darkens.

When he opens the door, you recognize the new social worker joined by her grandparents. Everyone’s eyes on the little girl who seeks comfort behind Taehyung as she peeks up curiously.

“Hina,” calls softly her grandmother with her open arms. “Come say hi.”

She doesn’t move, tightening her grip on his pants. He pats her head while her grandmother keeps beckoning her.

“Go say hi to grandma.”

After a couple of seconds, Hina walks slowly towards the elderly couple to let them kiss her as they exchange a couple of words. Taehyung walks away to get a bag with all of Hina’s belongings.

You don’t know where to look. You try not to stare as he crouches down at the doorstep. Her grandmother tries not to look too affected when Hina hops back in his arms.

“Hina you’ll go to grandma and grandpa’s house, today.” He trails softly while putting her coat and small beanie on for her. “You’ll go with them for some time and then I’ll come see you, all right. Here, don’t forget your gloves… It’s snowing outside.”

“You coming with Hina?” She asks after fetching his black knit cap from the sideboard for him.

He takes it from her, ignoring the tightness in his chest. “No, baby. You go with them. I will come after.”

Her frown deepens as she shakes her head unsatisfied. “No, no. I stay with daddy…”

“Hina,” her grandpa’s voice earns their attention. “There are a lot of toys back home. Don’t you want to go play with them? There’s a big princess castle built an-”

She turns away to hug Taehyung’s neck, shaking her head again.

“Hina, we should go now. Come.”

He can’t help but tense at the authoritative tone the old woman uses. She goes to grab one of Hina’s arm and forces her back up on her feet.

She starts whimpering and her eyes get teary.

“Let’s try not to linger.” The social worker interjects suddenly, backing away to prompt their quick departure and get settled with it rapidly.

You look their way. Hina brings a clothed hand to her face and rubs it when a tear slides down, naturally recalling what Taehyung always told her when she’d fuss. He stands up with his head hanging and she cranes up hers to pout at him and her grandmother, baring her grief.

“Let’s go,” her grandfather prompts after taking the bag from Taehyung.

Hina drags her feet, looking back as she’s taken further and further away from him. You join Taehyung rooted in the corridor. He sniffles at the gut-wrenching sight.

“Don’t break down in front of her.” You say quietly, seeing her one last time before they turn around the corner.

He looks down at the black beanie and closes his hand tightly around it. Her crying is weaker now and Taehyung can't hold it back anymore.

You walk him back in and barely have the time to close the door before he slowly grabs onto your body, hugging you to him, seeking comfort.

You freeze in surprise a quick second and slowly lower your hands on his back, listening to him sobbing in your neck.

“Please, hold me.”

You squeeze him hard, clenching away the tears blurring your vision.

***********************

You indulge him when he asks you to spend the night in his bed, allowing him to curl in your embrace as he cries himself to sleep.

The following day, he hopes to see you still by his side but finds the other side of the bed, cold and empty.

He didn’t rest that night and the note you left on his bedside table had only awakened a headache he would’ve done without. What he reads doesn’t surprise him, Hina had been taken away from him and so did your professional duties with you.

Hwiin cannot hold back the delight of having him to herself again, steering him towards whatever she thought advantageous for him and mostly for her.

She didn’t take in account the other side of the coin. As pliable as she got him to be, his demeanor was left out of her reach.

Taehyung does the bare minimum expected from him on tv shows and interviews, he still gives his all during performances but they’re lacking and soon, Hwiin is brought to deal with unhappy and worried fans who do their utmost to discover the reason behind his dull self.

Taehyung becomes withdrawn not only around strangers but also when he’s with his parents, friends and even when he’s left alone with her  and she doesn’t stand it. She hates to witness him become the ghost of himself and this would only lead them to their downfall. Her feelings for him make it all uncomfortable.

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As for Hina, she isn’t doing any better.

Her grandparents have a hard time getting along with her. She’s not lacking anything but they fail filling in his absence. She struggles to get familiar with her new surroundings and their strictness does nothing but nurture her fear of them.

Her change of mood doesn’t go unnoticed by her school teacher but even her doesn’t manage to make her talk.

“This can’t go on,” her grandfather grunts sitting down on their bed, facing the window. His wife remains quiet on her side. “This isn’t benefiting any of us.”

“If she goes back with him, we’ll never be part of her life.” She places the comb back on the bedside table. “She’s everything we’ve got left of our precious Yuri.”

“Let’s not put a wall between us and him.” He reaches back when he feels her slipping beneath the sheets. “We’ve got to admit he did a good job raising her all this time despite his lack of experience… We’re not this patient anymore... It pains me to see Hina like this. We should think about it.”

She doesn’t answer and he turns back to look up at the night sky.

I hope you forgive us, Yuri.

***********************

It takes a month to Hwiin before she decides to visit mr and mrs Hiroshi. The wind is harsh on her skin as she climbs up the slope leading to their house. She tries to block the cold as much as possible, tilting her head down in the collar of her coat and ends up bumping into someone coming in the opposite direction.

“Sorry,” she apologizes instantly but the person doesn’t acknowledge her, hidden under a large hood. She stops a second wondering if they come from their house since the path doesn’t lead anywhere else but hurriedly picks up her walk again.

She pushes the intercom button but notices from afar mister Hiroshi outside sweeping the pathway from the outside door to their house.

“Hwiin, isn’t that right?” He recalls after walking up to her and greeting her. “What brings you here in this awful weather? You’re going to catch a cold.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she trails embarrassingly as she tries to think of ways to formulate her next words. “I’m sorry to bother you but I’ve come to talk to you because of Taehyung a-”

“You here to convince my wife to have Hina go back to him, aren’t you?”

“Uhm- y-yes, yes.” She blinks a little taken aback. “I- I”

“Well, you’re running a little bit late.”

She stares back, confused.

“A young woman around your age- very charming and polite by the way- just came by with the same motive. You probably saw her, she left a couple of minutes ago.”

Hwiin looks behind her, pensive. “Did she?”  

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My Heart’s In The Highlands by Amy Hoff (Book Review)

Hey fam, we ready to talk about a Scottish lesbian time traveling romance? 

Also, just an upfront disclaimer on this one: I received an ARC (advance review copy) copy of this book from the Publisher and am writing this review voluntarily.

A Quick Summary:

My Heart’s in the Highlands by Amy Hoff is a sapphic time travel romance set in Scotland, starting in the late 1880s.  Lady Jane Crichton is a learned woman of science (based on the historic ‘Edinburgh Seven’), who has spent her lifetime railing against the restraints of Scottish Victorian life and the expectations placed upon her. Fortunately for Jane, she finds herself in a marriage of convenience (he’s gay and needed a beard to protect his political career, and she needed the financial freedom and support of a wealthy patron. They’re buds about it.) and with the help of her husband, Jane is able to fund her own research and builds a functioning time machine. 

Unfortunately for Jane her time machine malfunctions during one of its voyages, and she finds herself thrown back in time, crash landing into the 13th century. And also into Ainslie nic Dòmhnaill, who is next in line to inherit the great Clan Donald. Which is one hell of a way to find out your a lesbian, but also 10/10 would willingly fall back in time and into the arms of a buff Scottish warrior woman. But Jane also holds a secret. She knows what will become of these lands, and to the people that live on them, and she must choose between her fairy tale romance, or the harsh reality of history that lies ahead. Can her and  Ainslie’s love survive? Or will they be torn apart by time? 

Review:

Okay, so for some perspective going into this review, I am a Scottish editor, and I have worked extensively in the realms of Scottish Historical Romance. Most of you have probably heard of the term ‘Britpacker,’ so if it helps, think of me as a ‘Scots Sifter’—I catch chunks of inaccuracy and gently nudge the phonetic (mis)spellings toward the realms of the accurate. And as a Scottish person who reads romance for both fun and work, it’s a breath of fresh air to read someone who knows what they are doing in this regard. The historical details many readers crave are there in spades, lovingly rendered through beautiful and flowing prose. The (accurate!!!) use of Scots and Gaelic are also masterfully included in the dialect without feeling contrived, and overall enriches the narrative. Hoff is someone who loves Scottish culture and knows it well, and it shows.

(A note for history foodie buffs: I caught one slip-up in the form of potatoes being mentioned in the 13th century when they didn’t arrive in Scotland until 1739. I am, however, willing to concede that perhaps our heroine Lady Jane is perhaps not the first time traveler to have crash-landed into the Highlands. The others were merely better supplied. EDIT: I’ve been informed this error will be corrected in the next print.) As a heroine, Lady Jane is charmingly out of time and place even before she sets foot in her time machine. A woman in her later thirties (a novelty I’ll never tire of in Romance), she holds many convictions and beliefs, both about history and herself. All of which are proven wrong the moment she is flung back in time and meets the charming (and I cannot stress this enough) incredibly buff warrior woman, Ainslie nic Dòmhnaill. Setting aside my more analytical interests in this text, allow me to just say, I would die for Ainslie; something which I feel secure in saying would not happen, as Ainslie would murder anyone that tried. (And I would hold her golden torque and flower all starry-eyed while she did it.) However, there were one or two things that jumped out at me, both as a reader and an editor. While some scenes are concisely eloquent, there are a areas where pacing (and grammar) fall down, and the book feels like it could use with tightening up with another pass at editing. There was very little build up to the romance itself, which is fine, the instant true love trope is a well-loved trope for a reason. But it felt out of character for Jane, who presents initially as either on the demi or ace spectrum, but then falls immediately, if not in love, then certainly in lust with Ainslie. If this was intentional, I cannot say, but her sudden switch in dynamic is jarring and could have used a little gentler development.

Once the romance begins, it is sweet and enjoyable for the most part, but also again not without issue. There’s a distinct lack of verbal consent which modern readers might find discomfiting, especially in the LGBTQ+ spheres which paved the way for better consent and relationship dynamics in modern romance, and if I were asked to tag this book, I’d likely opt to tag it as “dubious consent” just to cover any potential triggers for people who would be unsettled by that sort of thing. (“Tell me no” being met with silence is not the same as consent. It might have worked 20 years ago in publishing, but it wouldn’t/shouldn’t fly now.) I like the characters dearly. Ainslie is smitten with Jane the moment she sets eyes on her, even if Jane is initially very awkward and prickly. Jane is also taken with her glorious redheaded warrior, and frankly, who could blame her? The book also has several of my favorite romantic tropes in it, including the all-time favorite “There’s Only One Bed”, though I wish more had been made of them. The sex scenes are hot and also sweetly endearing at times, though again I would like to see more explicit consent. Overall, it’s not a bad debut novel into the forays of Romance for a first-time Romance author. It’s enjoyable, but I am left with nagging the feeling that it could have been so much more. To my mind, where this book truly excels is Hoff’s love affair with history and Scotland itself. Their narrative shines in moments of reflection, and the subtle and nuanced injections of historical detail, which in my experience, are rarely done so well in this genre. But this is however a Romance novel, and the time-traveling scientist lesbian and her buff redhead warrior girlfriend felt second fiddle to the history at times, which was disappointing because how often do you get to say those words together? Not enough, in my opinion. Overall, I’d rate this as 3.5 out of 5, though it would have been a solid four were it not for the issues surrounding pacing and consent. If Hoff chose to continue the series, however, I’d absolutely be down for more of it. I want to see the characters grow and thrive. I just think a little more experience with the genre (and better editing) is needed first. My Heart’s In the Highlands is available now on Kindle, Paperback, and most other online retail stores. You can also buy directly from the Publisher.

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[psychemeanscure]

PART 29 {Finally!! and it’s been a week of stress indeed. 😞 But thankfully things slowly gets better and better for our Mum YJ 🤗 And for the record? I just wanna say, I’MAPUPPY!😂🤣 I maybe expert on reading smuts but I do am puppy in writing. hahaha. So for you  who was left hanging from the prev. part... Better live it to your imagination guys. keke}

Gentle breeze of summer hay, daylight hues of morning skies, a serene waves of crystal seas. And of course, what’s much more perfect for Jang Taeyoung other than his living Aphrodite’s side profile. Sitting on her daybed balcony, wearing an ash gray robe, drinking her set of bottled water. ‘Fresh from a bath.’ He can tell.

“F*cking hell.” Scolding his own innuendo while she ain’t even doing anything but sit!

A resting elbow, a root of knuckles assisting a tight jaw suppressing a taste of his volatile prey once again. Shifting gazes with a rising pet under the sheets of hot mess they’re in throughout the night. “I can’t blame you Bud. It’s been a while indeed.” Like a consoling friend to his long sleeping member. Yet, she’s beautifully tempting to ignore for so he decided.

Sung Eunyoung on the other side, cannot contain her smiling from coming. Feeling absurd by a single thought in mind. She, being intimate with the man she used to brush off her senses surprises her. Not in her whole life did she expect that but now? “Unbelievable. You are so unbelievable, Sung Eunyoung.”

“Unbelievable. Yes, it is.”

A breathy voice speaks after her. That the same person who exactly did a great chaos of her sanity. Jang Taeyoung’s snaking hand on the fabrics of her robe is enough for her to feel the tingling sensation she starts to familiar with. Slanting to get a glimpse of him from behind for there she is being drooled by those dark orbs which only sees is her and only her. She saw it all. The way her own reflection radiates the apples of his sight. And for the first time in a long time…

She felt proud. He’s solely hers. “Jang” She have to say it, like a validation she wanted to seal. And so she did. A peck to her shoulder, a rubbing thumb circling her belly as well as a seeming smile he gives in, and the sight that never left hers. She confirmed.

“Morning, sunshine.”

Before she knew it? She’s already responding, giving the same curve as he did. “Same as you, Mr. Jang.” Her smile that he cannot take, he eventually stole a kiss on her glossy lips. Thus she hissed a glare, frowning by the sudden chaste she least expected. “I knew it. Tss. Seriously, Jang Taeyoung. Hold it, will you?”

Just to garner his famous snigger. “I can’t promise though. You already awaken him, Eunyoung. You tell me.”

True to his words, she did felt its pet inside his sweatpants bulging behind her. Rolling her eyes, she retorted. “Por favor, Loco. You tire me so shut it.”

Much to her dismay, there ain’t much worse than a stubborn Jang Taeyoung it is. What’s new. A traitor hand sensually sneaking inside her, yet after a slicking smirk on his face. “Is that so? But it seems like I’m much tired Mi amor, considering you even went up first than I am. Isn’t it?”

A jolt from her own, and she’s sure she’ll going to deal another of his expertise. While a sudden image he almost forgot to open up pops his mind. “And oh! Speaking of first…” he begins his contractions.  “You’re a damn seducer woman. Sex education, eh? And here I thought you merely took up the common ones. Damn, if I only knew about it early I should have ravished you even back then. You and your wise mind it is, Ms. Sung.”

‘So he saw it. Mierda!’ she can only think of scolding herself. If not her being too occupied that time, she would have known what his contemplating stare mean the moment he stands in front her piled achievements. “So I was wondering…” thus he started his interrogating response.

“Since the educator has already enlightened the writer. Then isn’t it best for the writer to do his part too?”

Right after the impeccable swirl work of his tongue through her neck, he follows his judgement. “Here, in your daybed. You, my tempting empress and I, your welcoming slave. Writing a better version of Kamasutra. What do you think? Hm?”

And she lost it.

As to a delirious awe of her parting lips subsided, slumping back leaning by the nakedness of his chest, carves of its toned tattoos filling the heat of her whole soul. She accepted her defeat again, for rumor whom she cursed to avoid through a lifetime has it. Him, being the infamous Jang Taeyoung in bed that every bold ones looks forward to. Is indeed one fat truth! Which now she shamelessly admits includes her. A one big slap to her denials. A screw momentum for her living pride. She’s hopeless for she starts to become unsure herself between the reason of her own desire.

Was it because of the fact that he’s simply a natural taming scavenger? Or rather it was his effortless sweet talk calling of giving her names of his liking? Either, or. It’s just seems her writer has finally taught her of what a word insatiable means. A kind of pleasure that had slowly become her favorite thing. Before she realized? They eventually did it again. In her daybed. Feeling the sweats of their aftermath solitude. Hearing each other’s heaving breaths.

Sometime later. Reviving from a huffing state she opts to turn her head to face the weariless man next to her, spooning her and ready for a possible round he’s wishing. Yet, not on her watch as she quickly grabs his sultry hands off her. “Loco, please. I have other things to put at work. Spare me, will you?”    

Even when she ends up slapping him afterwards. Him and his slyness, what’s new. “Cabrón.” A set of warning before a groaning contrary by him happened. “Tss. You and your threats.”  

“And when did a simple warning become a threat,” Sitting up to fix her disheveled robe. Frowning to face the culprit himself. “Huh?” followed by a glancing inquiry she demands for answer. “Whatever smart Sung. As if you let me slip anyway.” A frustrated man came to visit for defiance.

She almost forgot to suppress herself to snigger. For heaven’s sake! She supposed to remain compose even, yet damn this sulking loco of her ruining everything that the only choice she had is to hold her breath to stop a bursting demeanor. Good thing she had her back on him that he’s clueless of what she’s up to, trying to make herself calm as much as possible.

Biting her lips for the last time, “You’re mad at me?” she managed to reciprocate an indecent follow-up, facing him. “FYI Mr. Sly fox, whose fault is it anyway that I have been bombarded with numerous calls from my superiors and so my presence is a must this instant? Good thing my phone is still working even after being thrown. I’ll definitely kill you if it isn’t. Tss.”

“Dare if you can.” Raising up while avoiding her sight, he sprints back inside her bedroom picking up his tussled summer shirt to as well cover his shirtless figure before mockingly staring at her. “As if I was the one who rejected the call even, when in fact the only thing I did was to tease you. That is.” Upset by how suddenly hard to button his shirt, a cussing Jang finally came by. “F*cking shirt!” a forcing hand frustratingly put on-hold.

And she can’t hold any longer. “Hmpp--- pfft! Hahahahah.”

“Now your laughing. Wow.” Indeed. She had freely put herself from laughing out loud, so enough to flex her low vibrato. “Really, woman?” Another of his rebuke for she still doing it. “Sung Eunyoung! I tell you woman, if you don’t stop I might just---“

“Okay! Okay. I’ll--- hahah--- sorry. Okay, uhum. I’ll stop. There. Are we good?”

“Whatever. Tsk.”

Sensing his mug menace, she eventually stopped for real, approaching the man who felt victimize. “Hey, cutie.”

“Did you just call me---“

Something sealed onto his lips before he could actually finish his sentence. It was hers to begin with. The savoring taste he cannot attain to sweep away for so in just a snap of it, his frustration fade away. As fast as that, she swiftly turns the table while he has to curse himself for being a muted cub with this volatile woman in front of him silkily volunteering to button his shirt herself before giving a scrutinizing stare that drown him to dive in the depths of his sensible soul.  

“Is this the real you, Jang Taeyoung? An ever persistent man with the woman he like? Hm?”

He remained speechless. Not long before he clamor to decide beneath himself. Proclaiming to dive along the eye-banging they begun to get used to. “Yes. And you have never been the woman I like, Sung Eunyoung. Let me just correct you in that part because you’ve always been a lover for me. That is.”

He confessed, and she was taken aback. Silently gulping on her own, she can only hide her fluster. She won’t let herself get defeated that easy. Not yet. Sliding away her hold from his nape as she crossed her arms provoking him instead. “You, sly. You pretty sure it isn’t just the lust talking?”

Levelling her pace, he countered back. A brow, twisting to bicker. “Given. You can’t blame me. I’ve been caged enough with celibacy, woman. Just so you know.”

“Is that so? Well sad, Loco. Seems that woman of yours can’t spend a whole day for you.”

“F*cking sh*---“

“La mierda. Halt that vulgar mouth of yours, will you?”

“Like who’s talking as well. Now woman, if you keep making excuses just not to spend time with me, it’s not working.”

She surrendered. A sweeping hand thru the air and a clicking tongue of mockery. She debated. “Aish. Fine. For the peace of your mind then let me just tell you Mr. Jang Taeyoung that aside for the urgent school agenda, I will actually go straight to meet my parents for dinner. There? Does it answer all your question?”

Crossing her arms once again before the unexpected bafflement she never imagined to see from him happened. Looking by his reaction, she was left confused as if he suddenly reminded of something he had forgotten in a while. Nevertheless, she crossed the idea anyway. Choosing her assuming one instead.

With a dreary sigh, she banters. “Right. How come I expect that my parents-pass will actually work for you. I’m foolishly hoping for nothi---“

“Oh…”

“Oh?” surprised by his reply, somehow she unconsciously responded the same before shrugging the thought off and obliged to fill her discontinued one different from the original she opts to be.

“--- Miraculously. Thank you then, Loco. Congratulation eh, that’s new.”  

She even dared to add some teasing at the end of her sentence, just to be unheard by still zoning man in front of her. “Cabrón?” Wanting to get his attention, she retaliates not knowing it was actually a start of a counter. An eyeing man bound to release an unexpected reply. “Can I tag along?”

“Of course, you sha--- what?!”

An embellish retort came after her indeed. “Come again, Jang Taeyoung?” A sassy man tacking its hands in his pockets responded instead. “I said can I tag along. So, can I?”

“And why would I?”

“You never know…” Shrugging off, a knowing smirk faces her.

“No.”

Thus the stern word she decides to give in. “Now if you’ll excuse me, Mister. I have to get change already.” Forcefully pushing the stubborn man behind her closed doors, a piercing shut has been heard.

~

But screw her for underestimating everything for it was still her in the end being clowned by what was happening around her all along. “What the.”

“--- hell?”        

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➾ My Heart Cannot Be Mended

After the runaway of his older brother, everything became his. The responsibilities, the trainings, the meetings, and especially, the kingdom. Everyone said nothing could break the hard shell he put around his broken heart. All he wanted was to clear his brother's name and to be loved, however, when will that come?

Pairing: prince! Jeno x princess/witch! reader

Other characters: prince! Mark, prince! Jisung, wizard! Chenle, Potionmaker! Jaemin

Genre/warnings: strangers x lovers, angst, fluff, lots of stressed Jeno, mentions of mental breakdowns, mentions of murder and poison, mention of abuse

No. Of words: 3333 words

Jeno shut the book loudly, everyone in the room flinched. His heavy sigh enough to scare or make the surrounding servants nervous. He threw the book on the desk before he looks around once more.

"Find a book that results in poisons. I need to know the poison that was made to kill my father. Bring them to my room," Jeno spat before leaving the library. He knows it's not his brother who did it. Mark would never do that.

He makes his way on the training grounds. The sight of Jisung and an unknown girl sword fighting on the grounds. Jisung's skilled swordsmanship impressed Jeno: he is the best swordsman in the entire kingdom.

However, Jeno might've proven wrong this time. Jisung's leg was kicked and resulted to him falling on the ground. The girl immediately stood over him and pointed the sword where Jisung's ear was.

"I should've never underestimated you, I apologize." Jisung laughed and the girl let out a chuckle. She quickly helped Jisung up and the two of them shortly noticed Jeno's presence.

"Who's this?" Jeno asked as he pointed at the girl.

"Ah, she's a princess from the neighboring kingdom. Meet y/n, a princess very skilled in swordsmanship," you held out your hand. Jeno smiled for a split second before his face has gone cold.

"Jisung, we need to make sure Mark isn't the criminal here and that he was accused of killing father." Jeno grabbed Jisung's hand while something from a far caught your eyes.

You squinted your eyes, only to see a cat watching. Suddenly, its eyes sparkle before it runs away.

"Excuse me?" Jeno broke your trance, and you flinched to look at him. He furrowed his brows and glared at you.

"Can't you see we're talking?"

"Can't you see I got here first and you could easily drag Jisung away, so I wouldn't hear you guys?" You rolled your eyes and walked by the two princes.

Jeno watched you walk away, your presence long gone yet the feeling you left affected him. Is there really a princess who doesn't fancy him?

Meanwhile, Jisung tried to hold his laughter.

Jeno groaned as he shut the last book of poison. Nothing, nothing about the poison or anything that looked similar to it.

His heart shaking at the thought of his brother being imprisoned. His broken heart being torn when he watched Mark run away from his home. All he hoped is that Mark is alright.

"How was it made?" He stared at the bottle of poison that was stuck in a small glass box. The orange liquid moved as he tapped the glass box. It was slightly thick, as if it was a little bit oversaturated.

He flinches when he hears a knock on the door.

"Who's there?" He shouted, and you popped out when the door opened. He got confused: why are you here? You were also holding a tray of food.

"I heard from Jisung that you haven't eaten yet. I'm sure you could get these yourself, but I'm also sure you won't leave your room, so I brought them." You gently placed the tray on the empty side of his desk.

You smell something bothersome. You cover your nose as you waved the hand in the air, Jeno stared at you in confusion.

"Uhh- what's that horrendous smell? Do you even take a bath?" You asked Jeno, who let out a confused sound with a slightly annoyed expression.

"I take a bath!" Jeno spat while you spot candles on the side of his desk. Instantly, you pointed your finger at them and the candles are now on fire.

Jeno's eyes widened while you shook your head.

"Dear lord, take a bath sometime, Jeno Lee," you stated before you exited his room. Jeno sat there confused. You could do magic?

His curiosity to ask got the best of him. He quickly exited his room. However, you weren't there anymore. He slightly flinched when he heard his name called by someone from behind.

"Are you in a rush or something?" He turned around, only to see Jisung's friend, Chenle. The boy looked confused, and he definitely looked slightly annoyed. Jeno softly scoffed and kept his gaze on the wizard.

"Are you annoyed with me, Zhong Chenle?" Jeno crossed his arms, but Chenle shook his head. He walked pass Jeno, the prince watched the boy leave with a weakened expression. Did something happen?

"Why would the castle's wizard be sad?" His heartbeat stopped; you shocked him. He turned around and saw you standing there. Your gaze on the wizard whose figure was getting smaller as he continued walking.

"Have you been there the whole time?" Jeno asked and you bobbed your head.

"I even watched you run out of the room. Were you in a rush? Do you want to chase after me? Do you like me?" You slyly smirked whilst you tilt your head.

Jeno's eyes widen and he let out a confused sound which made you laugh. You stare at him for a few seconds before spinning around.

"You better go to bed, Prince. You have a long day tomorrow to find out the poison you're searching for." You spat as you begin to walk away.

"Wait! How did you know?" He asked, his hand reached out to you as if he wanted to stop you.

"It's quite obvious- although, I do hope you won't overwork yourself." You smile sweetly and Jeno let out a nod. He turns around and opened his door.

"You're right... Goodnight though," he said as he took a step in his room. However, before he could close the door, you stated something;

"It's pointless to read books because such poison can't be made by a human." Jeno's eyes widen once more and turned around to look at you.

But just like earlier, you aren't there anymore.

On the next day, you watched Jeno do his research from above. Books upon books, stacked on the floor. You swore it almost reached his height.

Your gaze moved to the large stained window behind Jeno. The pretty colors shone down on the stressed prince. You moved downstairs and took a closer look at Jeno. The small glass box with the poison inside stood still on the table.

The way how he looked shook something in you. Your heart running around in circles, everything beating for Jeno. However, just from a first glance; you could tell Jeno is heartbroken.

Must've been the fact that Mark ran away. All his responsibilities went to Jeno, not only that but Jeno swore to find proof, proof that Mark was only accused.

Should you tell him? You should, right?

"Didn't I already tell you that it's pointless? Why are you still searching?" You referred to the bottle as you showed yourself. Jeno flinched once more at your sudden presence.

"Will you please stop showing up everywhere!?" Jeno playfully snapped and you let out a chuckle. You moved closer to him and eventually, you sit across him.

Books about poison scattered on the table. It made you confused to why he was working so hard but from the slow heartbeat he has, it was obvious.

"I need to know... What do you mean last night like such poison can't be made by humans?" Jeno asked in an instant.

"The poison is a poison to you but for us, it's a potion." You spat as you used your magic to pull the glass box closer to you.

Jeno, once again looked shocked.

"If it's not obvious, I'm a witch!" You said cheerfully, a sweet smile on your face. That didn't last long though.

You snapped your fingers and suddenly, the bottle was on your palms.

"This potion is mainly made from a poisonous plant, Golden Dewdrop. These are planted in the dark bit of the woods. I could also tell death dust was mixed with it, so the potion could have a painful yet not so slow death." You stated as you examined the liquid inside.

You examined the bottle closer; the bottle was eye-level already as you moved it to where the light shine.

The shape of the bottle was familiar... Perhaps you know where it came from.

"There are fingerprints; female ones," you said.

"How did you know? How are you so sure?" Jeno asked, confused and doubtful. You gave him a blank face before you shook your head.

With a snap of your fingers, all curtains were moved to avoid sunlight. Everything went dark. Everything except the candle you lit.

"Woah- why is it green?" Jeno asked, you didn't answer and moved the bottle closer to it. Immediately, you pointed out;

"From the ridges to the dried up sweat, it's obviously a female. I'm sure of it because I've seen countless fingerprints on bottles." You turned the bottle around,

"However, these aren't regular human fingerprints. It's much more complicated, it looks very similar to a female elf's fingerprint... That's weird, only witches and wizards can brew potions like this." You winced in confusion as you put the bottle down.

With the snap of her fingers again, curtains moved to the side, sunlight came in the room.

"There you go; female elf fingerprints, a death potion that can only be brewed by witches and wizards. A poison made from a poisonous plant and death dust." You leaned back on the comfy chair.

Jeno stared at the bottle before looking at you until it hit him.

"What are you doing here?" He asked you, you titled your head as you stared back.

"To be honest, I don't know either. My father said that it was the king who wanted to see me but I never got a reason out of him." You answered and grabbed a book from the table.

"Also, don't tell anyone about my witch powers. I prefer to keep it hidden rather than reveal it to the world." You stated and Jeno bobbed his head.

He watched you pout your lips as you read the book. You suddenly gasped at what you were reading.

"Woah... Do you know this story where a fairy paints the skies instead of gods and deities?" You asked, your eyes glued on the book, a playful and curious smile on your lips.

At that moment, Jeno felt his broken heart slowly move.

Jeno and Jisung get off their horses, both talking about fairies, elves, and Mark. Smiles on their faces as they returned in the castle.

"We're gonna bring the boy back!" Jisung shouted, only to be shushed by Jeno.

"We can't let them know we sneaked out," Jeno whispered.

"Where did you guys go?" They both jumped at the sudden voice. They both turn to their side to see you standing there.

A lamp on your palm and you looked like you were just roaming around the castle.

"What are you doing? Roaming around?" Jisung asked as he flicked your forehead.

"Please don't do that- I was following a cat, did you see it?" You asked but they both shook their heads. You sighed, where did that cat go?

"Why were you following a cat at this hour though?" Jeno asked, curios of your reasoning. He didn't get the answer he wants tho.

"Enough with questioning me; where did you guys go?" You looked from both sides of the halls, still in search of that weird cat.

"Woods... Our hyung was hiding there and he's going to come back since we have proven him innocent! We met a fairy which is his lover and she told us that the elf wasn't the one who brewed the potion." Jeno spat, slightly excited about their new evidence.

"Did she say the bottle belonged to the Potionmaker in the woods as well?" You asked and they both looked shocked.

"I'm starting to think you know everything, y/n!" Jisung said and softly clapped his hands. You chuckled and lent him the lamp.

"Go back to your rooms, it's time to sleep after your journey." You patted his back and he nodded. He bid a goodnight and walked back to his room.

You turned to face Jeno; his slightly messy hair that was messed by the wind, his eyes that glistened under the moonlight, his pink lips that looks dry because of the cold... Everything about him is perfect.

He could say the same about you as well.

"How did you know it belonged to the Potionmaker?" He asked but you simply shrugged.

"It was the first thing I noticed. The Potionmaker is famous for his incredible sense of potions. He could probably tell what the poison is just from first glance."

"Like you!" Jeno pointed at you but you shook your head with a smile.

"immediately, Jeno- I mean, define what the potion is immediately." You laughed, Jeno scratched his head, embarrassed.

You patted his shoulder which made him flinch. You let out a laugh once more. "You're also so flinch-y, Jeno. Get some rest, I bet you'll be seeing your brother tomorrow." You said and for the first time since you met Jeno...

He smiled at you.

You waved the sword and kicked Jisung's legs. He groaned when he felt his back hit the rough ground. Immediately, you pointed the rapier on his neck as your victory.

"More speed, Jisung- at this point, you'll be killed on the battlegrounds." You stated as you help him stand up. Suddenly, you notice him look behind you.

You turn around and smirked.

"That's why you're trying so hard, go talk to her!" You push him to her direction. His cheeks red and his lips apart from the nervousness.

"Should I?" Jisung turned to you. Unbeknownst to both of you, someone else was watching.

"Go!" You pushed Jisung further as he slowly walked to where his crush is. You let out a chuckle before turning to the side.

You flinched when you saw Jeno. He was leaning by the pillar, his eyes on you. You stared at each other for a while, both hearts rapidly beating. You softly smiled, a plan appearing in your head.

You picked up a rock from the ground and immediately threw it at Jeno with no warning. However, he caught it before it could hit his face.

"You're fast," you hopped back while Jeno stood still. "Can you go faster though?" You threw another rock once more, he caught it.

"Wanna fight?" You asked as you threw a sword at him. He caught it and entered the grounds. He removed his red mantle and faced you.

"Are you sure?" He asked, just from first glance; you could tell his grip is tight. His posture looks less stiff as well, unlike Jisung's.

"Yes?" You said, almost like a question which made Jeno chuckle. His eye smile showed- suddenly, you lunged yourself toward him. The blade of your sword touched his with a loud clang. He was shocked by your sudden attack.

You stepped to the left as your sword aimed for his shoulder. Luckily for Jeno, he was able to shield himself a second later. The expression on his face says everything.

He's troubled, confused, shocked as well. In a blink of an eye, you were gone. He turned around when he heard a step on the rough dirt ground.

Your eyes glow yellow, a smirk stuck on your lips while your sword hit his again. A second later, your eyes became normal again.

"Open," you said and his eyes widen. Immediately, you kicked his waist as he falls to the side.

"You're fast and reactive but not fast enough." You helped him up as you sheathed your sword. You begin to walk away until he called your name.

"How- did you use magic or something? Your eyes were glowing," Jeno stared and you looked at him. You let out a chuckle,

"It happens when my opponent matches my abilities. I believe you only saw it for a split second though, considering you were very shocked when I moved too fast." You cleared but Jeno stayed quiet.

"I do hope I didn't hurt you- that would be bad. For the time being, thanks for the quick match, Jeno!" You shouted before running away from the training grounds.

You hid behind a wall and secretly took a peek at Jeno. The boy looked confused while he stared at his sword. Did you really just beat him?

You let out a chuckle before continuing to run away.

"Father! I told you, Mark is innocent! We had the bottle checked by a witch and a fairy, they both said that it's a female elf who tried to poison you. The poison is a potion that cannot be brewed by humans and fairies. It requires a powerful wizard or witch magic to create such poison." Jeno throughly explained to the king while you only listened.

"Father, Mark cannot brew such powerful poison or potion or whatever. Chenle neither since he is traumatized of poison. Please, father- Mark was accused because the criminal placed the bottle in his room, in hopes that Mark will be banished or bethroned.

Then everyone became quiet- thoughts running inside the king's head whilst the three princes stood in front of him.

You turn your head to the side, your eyes widen see a familiar individual. The cat with yellow eyes in his arms as he stared at you.

"Excuse me, your majesty. I will be on the training grounds," you broke the silence. You did a small bow and left the men to do their talking while you ran out to the grounds where the familiar individual was.

"Is that your cat or should I say person?" You stopped whilst he stared at you.

"How did you know?" Jaemin asked you whilst the cat glared at you. It's yellow eyes glistening under the sun while you let out an annoyed groan.

"Jaemin, you are a fantastic wizard, it's unfortunate you only focus on potions. Eitherway, the potions your brew are powerful, so I'm asking you this, Jaemin- did you brew that one hell of a potion and made this spy take it to the king?" You asked with a stern face.

Jaemin sighed and turned around. The cat still in his arms as he was ready to apparate away.

"No, I didn't brew the potion but I will be covering for this pesky criminal here. Don't bother me, sis- we both agreed to mind our own businesses." He said, about to leave until you placed your hand on his shoulder.

"Jaemin, it was nice to see you again, brother. I hope you live a good life with your love," you referred to the cat. Jaemin looked at you, shocked, the cat looked the same.

"I won't speak about the criminal in your arms right now. Do stay safe, I can't help you if she gets caught. Farewell, little brother!" You begin to walk away as they apparate away.

You entered the castle again; your head hung low and mind full of thoughts. You basically jsut found out the cat is an elf due to its weird aura. Not only that but your brother (who ran away from the kingdom long ago) was covering up for her.

"What got the princess thinking?" You flinched when you saw Jeno in front of you.

"Ah- nothing much. Just some tactics to include to my swordsmanship," you smiled innocently. He seems to buy it though...

You wanted the search over but it wasn't your business to tell. It isn't your problem to solve, therefore, you decided to stay quiet.

Jeno stared at you, silence in the air until he leaned closer to your face. You leaned back a little, confused about his actions.

"Listen, I know you lost to me or something but I swear, I wil-," you freeze. He kissed you. His lips on yours.

Your heartbeats were rapid. Both minds on cloud 9. Jeno pulled you closer to him while you responded to his warm kiss.

"I'm sorry if that was sudden... I'm just very thankful that you told me about the poison and stuff. Without you, Mark's name would've never been cleared." Jeno muttered and you smiled.

You brushed his hair back.

His broken heart that you once felt was being mended again.

"Prince Lee Jeno, your heart is feeling a bit warmer now..." You let out a chuckle while he pouted.

"I adore you so much... Can you be my princess for life?" Jeno asked,

"Woah, isn't this too fast, big man?" You joked while he shook his head.

"If I have your consent then I believe, it is alright."

"Then I'll be your princess for life, prince"

#nct dream scenarios #nct dream jeno #nct dream ff #nct dream #nct dream fluff #nct dream imagines #nct dream au #nct dream aus #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct jeno #nct dream drabbles #nct dream female addition #jeno drabbles #jeno fluff #jeno texts #lee jeno #jeno #jeno ff #jeno scenarios #jeno imagines #jeno aus #nct ff #nct scenarios #nct

[auncyen]

the faith confidant takes a left turn

This is HUGE spoilers for Royal and Kasumi’s character, so I am placing the entirety under a cut, please skip over this completely if you have not beaten third semester, but

I very much disagree with exactly how the game handles part of her character because I think the rumor mill at Shujin should have had a very specific effect regarding her and Ren, and I wanted to get at least the gist of that idea out in fic form.

"Sumire!" Ren called the second he spotted the redheaded gymnast  at the promenade in Kichijoji.  She turned around in an instant and he felt a pang of upset, but he tried to push that down.  The wave and smile she was giving him were definitely not the guilty reaction he would have expected.  Maybe she'd misheard him from the distance; maybe she hadn't heard him clearly at all and had simply reacted to his voice.  "Sumire," he said again, once he'd gotten closer, making sure to enunciate each mora clearly.

"That's my name, don't wear it out!" she said, and Ren felt another pang for just how cheeky she was at being caught, but--no.  He shouldn't take it personally when she'd been lying to everyone.  Still, something on his face must have given his feelings away, because her smile dimmed as she took a better look at him.  "Ummm...senpai?  What's wrong?"

"I don't understand," he said.  "Why are you calling yourself Kasumi?"

"Because...that's my name," the first-year said, looking very confused.  "You saw it for yourself, didn't you?  On my handbook!"

"You just said Sumire was your name," Ren pointed out.

"Yes, right!"

"Which is it?  Kasumi or Sumire?"

"I'm...really sorry, senpai, but I don't understand the question," she said, frowning with what seemed to be genuine contrition.  "You don't need to put a special stress on any part of it...?  It's just Kasumi.  Kasumi Yoshizawa."

Ren didn't even know what to say for that; it was one of the times he was grateful for Morgana deciding he needed to add his own commentary.  "Something is definitely strange," the not-cat muttered from his backpack.  "If she's acting, she's leagues better than Lady Ann, and it's not like this could be a comedy set-up when you sprang it on her.  It's like she only hears you calling her 'Kasumi'."

...There was one way to test that.  "So it's just 'Sumire'?" he asked her, as though he was simply echoing back her statement.

"Yes!" she said with an earnest nod.

"Okay," he said slowly, at a loss.  "I'm--sorry for hassling you."

Sumire (it was Sumire, wasn't it?) smiled at him, but her expression was still a bit strained.  "It's all right, senpai, but uh...maybe we shouldn't work on our deal today?  You seem a little confused--are you feeling well?  Have you been eating all right?"

He had never been more grateful for an easy excuse to get away and think.  "Now that you mention it, I've been feeling tired.  I should probably get home and rest.  Sorry again."

"No, no, I'm sorry!" the redhead said.

"But you don't have anything to be sorry for?" Ren asked, unable to keep the slight questioning tone out of his voice.

"Well, you came out all this way to see me--but I guess instead I should say, I hope you feel better soon!"

...She wasn't apologizing for lying to him.

She was either the best actor he'd ever met, or she genuinely didn't realize he'd caught her lying, could not register the difference between 'Kasumi' and 'Sumire'.

It made even more disturbing the behavior described in the rumors he'd overheard at Shujin and confirmed with Makoto before going to confront Kasu--Sumi--Yoshizawa: the first-year was proclaiming herself to be her dead elder sister.

"Check her name in the Nav," Morgana told Ren as they headed to the station to go to Yongen-Jaya.  "This definitely seems like the product of a distorted cognition."

It did, and Ren took out his phone; but out of habit, the first name that came out was "Kasumi Yoshizawa".

"Candidate not found."

"Her real name."

"Sumire Yoshizawa."

"Candidate not found."

Morgana made a curious sound, pulling himself out of the bag to hang on Ren's shoulder and gawk at his phone.  "Still a miss?  But she's definitely distorted!  Unless..."  The not-cat made a soft sound of realization.  "It's not a suppressed desire at all...  She honest-to-god thinks she's Kasumi Yoshizawa."

So she wasn't lying to anyone at all.  Not as far as she knew.  Ren shoved his phone back into his pocket, a hand going to his forehead as he tried to think.

"Hey, Ren.  What are you going to do about your deal with her?" Morgana asked, making the teenager sigh because that was exactly what he was still trying to figure out.  "This is...well...it's rocky territory, I guess.  Without knowing what's going on with Yoshizawa, it's hard to say how things will turn out if you keep associating with her, and you've already got enough on your plate."  Morgana's tone was grim, and his tiny forehead wrinkled as he stared at Ren, doing his utmost to convey how serious he was.

"It...is kind of sad, though," the not-cat said after a moment, looking down.  "I mean, it must have been caused at least in part by her sister's death...that's just the only way it makes sense, isn't it?  She couldn't have been doing this before.  So..."

Right.  They were still missing a lot of information, but as far as they knew, Sumire had lost her elder sister sometime in March.  Traffic accident, so sudden--and violent.  In April, she'd started high school calling herself Kasumi.  Ren wanted to talk to Dr. Maruki; while he didn't know if the man would say anything out of respect for her privacy, it sounded like it could very possibly be some kind of trauma response.

If that was the case, she had never meant to lie to anyone.  She was grieving and in pain, and even though he understood why the other students found her behavior disturbing--he was still a bit unsettled himself after that conversation--it couldn't be helping her to be ostracized.  He knew all too well how that felt.  And...

"Phantom Thieves don't leave people in trouble, right?" he told Morgana.

Morgana perked up. "Never!" he answered resolutely.

"Then we should investigate more and see if she needs our help."  He was going to take a day or two to think things over.  See if he could get some information out of Maruki, or if Makoto had already picked up something else that might help him understand Sumire.  And then he'd see if she was up for giving another gymnastics lesson.  Maybe see if any of the others would help him in reaching out to her.

If they showed they wanted to know the real Sumire...maybe she'd be able to find herself.

-

...but no seriously while I get that Sumire probably has a mental filter on any bad rumors about about that specific topic, you cannot tell me that Joker, DELIBERATE EAVESDROPPER AROUND SCHOOL TO GLEAN INFO, would not eventually hear ‘that first year honor student is so messed-up, she’s still trying to tell everyone she’s her dead sister’ and be like ??????????  WHAT??

#persona 5 #p5r spoilers #p5r #kasumi yoshizawa #ren amamiya #morgana

[iwritethat]

Dick Grayson: Fine Cuisine

Summary: Fluff

• Dick is unprepared for a family meal but your offer your fine expertise and have the whole family asking questions about you.

Warnings: Mature language

A/N: Hello lovlies! I’ve missed you all so much, I hope this helps a bit and there’s so much more I could add onto this so please enjoy and lemme know how you all are~

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It started with a family dinner.

As many curious situations do in retrospect, but with a family of vigilantes whose relationship ties have frayed, intermingled and been resewn makes for more interesting get-togethers compared to most.

One thing they could all agree on though? Dick Grayson cannot cook.

"I can't believe that, they just assume it's going to end in a takeout?" Came your amused voice as you placed a coffee on your kitchen island that Dick was currently seated - or rather slumped at.

"It's because the last two times I've hosted something like this, takeout has saved my ass." The ravenette embarrassingly clarifies, voice trailing off toward the end and did his best to avoid looking at you.

Dick Grayson was technically a neighbour, albeit living a few floors below your more lavish (and expensive) apartment suite. After moving into the complex on the same day, you quickly excavated the common ground to build a solid foundation for friendship - as such, meet-ups like these became a regular thing, switching apartments each time.

"Then, I'll help you out." You proudly confirmed, gesturing to your grand kitchen which was the sole reason you’d brought the place - one of the many things Dick envied about your luxurious living area compared to the standardised version of his own, though on an Officers salary he couldn’t afford something like this.

"Ah (Y/n) no, I can't let you do that!” Came his instant reply, hands waving defensively as he adamantaly brainstormed another excuse. “Plus you'll be working that night."

"True, but that doesn't mean I can't set you up beforehand. We'll start tomorrow, I'll teach you a recipe."

———

As previously planned, Dick turned up at your door rather nervously even though he’d been around you many times - not once had he demonstrated a serious negative flaw to his character in order to impress you, but cooking was one of them and you were about to witness chaos that’d likely dispel any romantic inclination he hoped you held for him.

“Ready?”

“No.”

With a playful laugh, you rolled your eyes and pulled the male into your kitchen noting how he was likely tired from his shift at Blüdhavens Police Department earlier that afternoon so a good meal should do wonders. Maybe it’d give him a better nights sleep too? The acrobat never seemed to obtain many of those for some unknown reason, apparently it’s ‘too noisy’ in the city.

“Oh and you can host in my apartment, it’s bigger and I’ll have all the equipment you need. You already have a spare key anyway.”

“You’re really amazing, I don’t deserve you - y’know that?” There were deeper feelings involved in that seemily offhanded thank you, ones relating to his role as Nightwing and his past mistakes which all remained a hated secret from you.

It started well, Dick following along with ease and you concluded that he picked things up fast with how observant he was which sped up the process. The main course he’d nailed with your guidance and so, you decided to move onto dessert.

“Now we add cocoa powder to th-“ You’d froze, mouth open out of surprise with the substances dusting your lips, cheek and part of your left collar bone - the offender in question mirroring your expression, albeit holding back his laughter due to his colossal misjudgement.

“I - I didn’t think it’d go everywhere when I ripped the packet open...”

“You don’t ever rip the packet, you tear it gently!” Came your dangerously mischievous correction, licking the sweet substance from your lips before flicking the currently non-chocolate brownie covered spoon at him with flecks landing on the side of his face.

“Oh, it’s on!”

This ensued an all out war, the two of you ducking and dodging oncoming attacks as you danced around the kitchen island with varying results of accuracy until Dick decided to slide over the marble surface and capture you in his arms.

His embrace faltered slightly as your back hit the island during your feeble attempt to get away, finding yourself trapped between him and the cool surface too enthralled in the carefree antics to notice the proximity. A beat of silence passed once the atmosphere had settled, Dick releasing a breathy chuckle with his grip around your waist loosening slightly as you looked up with a victorious smirk - he took the opportunity to lean forward slightly as if testing the waters and careful to note any kind of reaction you replied with.

However, there was a lack of trust as all is fair in love and war, hence your devious reasoning to close the gap some more and with the softness of his warm breath dancing on your lips you swiftly leaned past his whilst dragging your tongue across his cheek. Dick pulled back instantly, a mix of disgust and offence in his eyes as you spoke.

“Needs more sugar.”

“I’m sweet enough as it is thank you, you’d know that if you’d have just kissed me instead of betraying me like that!” Dick wittily snapped back, admiring the melodious laughter that escaped you at his response.

“I’m sure you do, speaking of - these brownies should last until the dinner so you won’t have to make them again on the day alright? I’ll get everything ready so you don’t have to worry about a thing.”

“I guess you’d taste pretty sweet too.” Though referencing your kind nature, you couldn’t help but lightly punch him in the shoulder.

———

Regardless of Dicks wistful prayers, the deadline had finally arrived and his family would be sporadically arriving in a matter of hours - so help him.

"All the ingredients are on the counter - do not use anything else - and I've detailed the instructions on the whiteboard in case you forget anything." You pointed to each item as you spoke, donning a jacket before barely making it past the kitchen doorframe due to your neighbours dramatically desperate pleas.

"Can't you just stay? And do it with me?"

"I have to go to work." You laughed at his antics, the man looking like a lost puppy amidst your vast collection of kitchen utensils.

"Work will survive without you, c'mon you wouldn't lose out on much - I'll even pay for the trouble."

That, truly caused you to hesitate with a look of sheer bemusement, a mischievous glint dancing in your irises that mocked his claim almost as much as your sardonic tone.

"If you truly knew my job and paycheck then you'd take that back.” With that, you were quick to flip to a more cheerful voice as you waved goodbye to a pouting Grayson. “Anyway, you'll be fine and tell me how it went once I get back~"

"Wait (Y/n) h-"

The slam of the front door echoed your departure leaving a Dick feeling more lost than ever, the kitchen seemingly quadrupling in size now.

Bruce arrived first along with Damian, Cass, Duke and Alfred. Then there was Tim who’d apparently travelled from Titans tower and finally Jason who’d sauntered in fashionably late as predicted but only by 5 minutes. Each baffled by the sudden change of location which only intensified when the host brought out plates of home cooked dinner.

"..."

"This... this isn't take out..."

"No, it's actual food.” Dick confirmed almost offended and words laced with a hint of underlying sarcasm. “That I made myself."

"Okay, so uh - is it edible then?" Jason quipped back, smirking at his elder brother in a smug manner that only he could achieve.

"Would you just eat it? I went through a lot of stress and effort for this."

Dick encouraging everyone as he sat down, the action only bemusing the members of his family more as they complied to his wishes with varying degrees of hesitance from each of them. Damian trusted Dick the most, but he patiently waited for his father to finish his mouthful before even touching his own dish.

"Wow, this is incredible, the flavour and everything - Dick what happened to you?!" Duke enthusiastically mocked and continued to devour the meal with a sense of radiance which contrasted to Cassandras pure silence as she savoured every tasteful mouthful.

"Grayson, there is no way you are solely responsible for this cuisine." Damian suspiciously raised a brow at the older hero, tentatively laying his cutlery elegantly on the now clear plate.

"Thank you, and maybe I had some assistance from my neighbour."

“Thank you for dinner Dick, it was surprisingly delicious and please give our thanks to your mysterious friend too.” Bruce knowingly added, proud of his protégés accomplishments - though minor in comparison to Alfreds glowing exterior.

“I told you there was hope Master Bruce.”

"Bro, they left a whole list of instructions so you wouldn't mess up and hey, call if you need anything. Sounds like a plan -" Jason, who had waited until everyone was finished explored your kitchen in hopes of finding some evidence as to who their saviour was.

"Jason no! They're working!"

"It‘s an emergency, you’ve been replaced by a clone with adequate cooking skills!” Tim wittily added once leaning against the kitchen doorframe to observe the scene with Damian inspecting the whiteboard before questioning it’s purpose.

“Why leave this if they couldn't answer then?"

"That's the point, she will answer and I don't want to disturb her right now. They've done enough for me already." Dick painfully sighed, strategically slapping Jason’s phone into the air and catching it with his other hand in one swift motion much to the irritation of the latter.

"Hold up - she?" Duke cut in now, holding his hands out for emphasis and subtlety fishing for elaboration.

"Are you dating...?” Jason hummed, taking a moment to analyse Dicks reaction prior to cementing his assumption. “No, but you want to, right?"

“We are not -“

“You want to date someone?” Cass innocently inquired now walking in with a pile of plates, Bruce and Alfred following in afterwards with clean up of their own.

“I mean I -“

“I’ve seen enough of your crushes to know you have one, you’re already flustered by thinking about them romantically.” Bruce effortlessly deducted, Alfred nodding in agreement whilst commencing the washing up.

“You can’t just call me out like that Bats, after everything with been through too.” Dick feigned betrayal, a hand on his heart whilst Bruce shook his head.

“Oh yeah, how long did he wait for Starfire and Barbara though?” Tim jokingly nudged Jason who chuckled at the small dig, though charismatic and charming - when real feelings were involved, Dick Grayson wasn’t one to straightforwardly act on them.

“Real mature guys.”

“I think you should tell her.” Was the sincere voice of reason, Cassandras kind smile enough to silence the devilish remarks of his brothers who now shrugged in defeat.

“We could help...”

———

Miraculously, you'd attained reservations at the most eloquent restaurant in Gotham, located in the more luxurious district of the wealthy. As a result, it served only the finest gourmet cuisine and had waiting lists longer than any other, so much so that even Bruce Wayne had yet to successfully book a place at the establishment.

You had given him the news when he’d recounted the events of his family dinner (skipping over certain discussions) and how they were grateful for your generosity.

Now, you'd asked Dick for how many he'd like seated at the table so you could finalise the arrangements - he knew you worked there, meaning staff privileges were likely applied in this situation but he was still left speechless.

Gawking at the skyrocketing prices, Dick now understood how much missing one day of work would seriously cost you - he definitely couldn't have afforded your time that night after all.

"So, you say you're paying for this?"

With a painstaking hum of agreement, the eldest nodded with a hint of concern detected on his features, fortunately Bruce had come prepared with his own credit card (just in case). Although his family could be provoking and frivolous toward one another, they were also respectful in situations like these and wouldn't run the bill up too high like certain members would if Bruce had been footing the bill. Dick had a charismatic bond with all of them in that sense.

Meanwhile, you handled everything in your kitchen of organised chaos as the orders came pouring in, including that of Dicks table who you had yet to formerly greet.

"This is cereal..." The head waiter meant it more of a question than a statement, looking to you with upmost uncertainty due to the simplicity of the dish compared to those on your signature menu.

Did they even stock Lucky Charms with the ingredients? The answer was no, you’d intentionally bought them purely for this very day and scenario.

"I know, I know - please serve it to my neighbour on Table 12, he'll get it." You humourously assured the man who seemed to have more to say but didn’t wish to argue with higher authority.

"Ah, Chef..." Your sous chef called moments later, overlooking the scene with mild skeptism before realising the nature of your scheme.

"Hm?"

"You do realise he is currently seated with Mr Bruce Wayne, don't you?" Upon processing that unprecedented information you immediately bolted - hot on the trail of the waiter with a weak promise in your wake.

"What?! I thought he'd bring his friends along not his- oh god, I just sent them cereal- shit, I'll be right back!"

With strategy and precision, you carefully intercepted the tray only seconds before it’d be placed in front of the empty seat of Dick Grayson - the man in question probably taking a bathroom break.

"Aha, pardon me, this was an incorrect order on my part, please forgive the interruption." You bowed with an apology, disappearing in hopes the remainder of the party hadn’t the time to fully decipher the mistake.

Of course, unbeknownst to you, this was a table full of detectives who constantly observed even the most trivial of details.

"Was that... cereal?"

The night followed on as planned, yourself wrapped up in cooking and supervising throughout the night with the only interruption coming from the waiting staff informing you that Table 12 would like to meet the Chef. Such a gesture was commonplace for you, customers regarded as strangers being much less intimidating than your neighbours family - you couldn’t comprehend why, it’s not like you were dating him or anything but their auras just radiated strength.

"Good evening, I'm glad to hear you -" Arriving at the table, you weren’t given the chance to finish before Dick had stood to greet you with a warm smile gently brushing your upper arm once deciding against hugging you out of habit.

"Hey, (Y/n). You didn’t come over this morning, everything alright?"

"Yeah, it's fine Dick I just had to readjust a menu." You waved his worries off with a grateful nod, hands on your hips in accomplishment as you expected to resume natural conversation with him.

"Okay okay, compliments to you, the food was immaculate - but how do you know our brother?" A youthful male bearing a white streak through his hair cut in, genuine sincerity in his tone when offering his praise before incredulously gesturing to Dick.

"He's my neighbour."

"I - he's a what now?" Duke shook his head in disbelief, looking between you both rather unconvinced.

"Are you kidding me Grayson?!" Tim was next, the most exasperated out of the whole table as he pinched the bridge of his nose whilst Dick quizzically scanned each of his company for insight.

"What...?"

"You got cooking lessons from one of the top Chefs in the whole damn country, you're friends with her, and you didn't even know who she was?!" The slimly built youth exclaimed, apparently knowledgeable in regards to the culinary world and had read of your famous reputation.

“(Y/n) (L/n) owns this restaurant Dick. Also, thank for the other week, the recipe was lovely.” Bruce politely added, nodding to you with a smile.

“You didn’t say that, you only said you worked here.” Dick turned to you now, in a feeble attempt to justify his lack of acknowledgment to your renowned status.

“Well, I do. In my defence you never asked, I mean my apartment and kitchen are rather fancy - that didn’t come on minimum wage.” You replied a matter-of-factly with an air of confidence to your voice.

"Are we forgetting that this is also the chef who was going to serve Richard cereal?" At the remark from Duke, a heated flush adorned your skin due to the embarrassment of being caught - the whole table breaking into collective chuckles.

"You were? - Wow that's such a dick move!" Dick was openly laughing at your failed attempt at humour, lightly nudging your side as you pushed him away in playful defence.

"Shut up! I didn't realise you were with your family, or else I wouldn't have done it."

Jason immediately waved that claim off, cheekily smirking at you as he spoke. “Oh no, I'm so glad you did, honestly it's the main reason I like you right now."

“That and you spared us the horror of Graysons cooking.” Damian conviently inputted, conniving grin sent to his favourite brother.

“You’re welcome, ah I apologise but I should get back to work so please excuse me. It was a pleasure meeting you all.” Taking a calculating glance over the expanse of exquisite tables and order exchanges you thought it best to return to your duties with a gracious smile and started toward the kitchen.

“Can I drop by tonight, I won’t be able to afford any thank you gifts after this but I’ll bring you a coffee?” Dick cheerily inquired, causing you to spin on your heel with a shy laugh and confirmation of his proposal.

“Don’t worry, this is my treat. You guys don’t have to pay for anything so enjoy the rest of your evening.” With that you were once again swept up into the busy atmosphere beyond the kitchen doors.

The table remained quiet for a few moments, Dick sitting down and looking to them almost as if searching for their impressions of you only to be met with bemused, impressed and mischievous gazes.

Not for you, oh no - these were shamelessly directed at a now enamoured Dick Grayson.

“Please marry her.”

#dick grayson #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader #dc #dc imagine #nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwing imagine

[cherryyjjk]

burnt sweets

summary: you’re finally the royal chef! this has been your dream since you were a kid so you must be super prepared right? stressed and tired, you might have kept the oven open for too long..

pairing: knight! jungkook x baker! reader x prince! taehyung (platonic?)

genre: heavy angst / fluff / crack / medieval! au

word count: 5.1k

warnings: [ tw // FIRE , heavy pain/hurt , scarring ] / cursing / trapped in a collapsed building that’s on fire. please be careful reading.

a/n: i tried my best to do this gender neutral but if i missed something please tell me. the word mx is a gender neutral term for mister/miss type honorifics. i also used lowercase on purpose because i meant this to be a blurb haha,,, enjoy!

the food would never be finished. or at least that’s what you felt like.

you were the newest chef for the kim royal family and needed to finish— or rather start cooking and making dishes for the feast, only a few nights away. you were on limited time and were becoming increasingly frustrated. you were low on sleep and almost had no time from running to the market every few moments because you forgot a specific ingredient. your old mentor and the old royal head chef, kim seokjin, had been sending you letters about this event since he knew you so well. he advised that if you could cook up the older dishes it would make a good impression. he was also the one who had promoted you from sous chef to head chef, so you owed him everything. but that didn’t mean you couldn’t get mad at him for this.

“you’re kidding me right, jin?” you groaned when you saw jin dusted off the cookbook he held in his hands.

he looked at you in annoyance and tisked at your reaction. shaking his head, he walked to the counter and plopped the book down. opening it carefully, he flipped through the recipes while talking to you.

“oh i’m definitely not. this is from generations ago so it’s very important and that means you cannot get it dirty.”

from his rare authoritative tone, you knew this was serious. putting aside your emotions, you rolled up your sleeves and washed them in a nearby basin. you would have to work hard to decipher what the words would mean, something you quickly realized when you read that you needed to ‘make a foile of gode past as thynne as paper’ for one of the pastries. at the line, you and jin looked at each other in confusion before jin started laughing.

“ah, you have your work cut out for you y/n. good you’re the best chef and baker in the kingdom so you will be fine.”

“debatable. very— okay, what the fuck is a crispel?”

at your sudden burst of obscene language, jin doubled over laughing and dried his fake tears before patting you on the back. he was going on vacation for a while with the head advisor to the king: kim namjoon, also the oldest prince. you genuinely wanted to punch them both, who was going to take care of the feast without the most responsible people?

“don’t stress too much, you still have the youngest prince and that knight of yours!”

“please! i need to just pray that the prince won’t accidentally forget to invite the parks and that knight isn’t mine or anything. i just hope he won’t make my life living hell. i’m going to die just by thinking about this.”

at that point, you thought you would say goodbye to your beloved job at the palace. there was no way you could cook all the dishes, so you had to ask for help. something you absolutely hated. if you could do it perfectly, why did you need help? but going with jin’s ‘superior’ advice, you asked for help.

it was getting better! most of the dishes were finished but no one wanted to bake the pastries. probably because it was the hardest one to perfect and the cookbook made absolutely no sense. but of course, you still had prince! taehyung and knight! jungkook that would definitely make your job worse.

knight! jungkook smirked as he thought of you. he wondered how many different ways he could make you roll your eyes in annoyance. it was his favorite pastime. but he should probably focus on the sword that was dangerously close to his neck.

“you seem off, jungkook. unless, i’m just better than you now.” prince! taehyung chuckled as he walked towards the jungkook. he lifted the sword from jungkook’s neck and held it on his shoulder.

taehyung’s hair was full of elaborate curls that had been messed up by the sparring practice and his tendency to run his hand through his hair every few minutes. jungkook’s was far worse, due to the fact he didn’t have as many servants at his disposal to help him clean up. his bangs constantly got in the way of his vision, something many palace servants thought of as another charming point to the man.

seeing the sword move away,  jungkook rolled his eyes at the prince’s teasing eyes and got up quickly and got into their separate stances.

the two narrowed their eyes and circled around each other. jungkook stopped and taehyung did in response. with a baited breath, all the other knights watching the sparring match between the best friends tense up. 

jungkook moved first.

he ran with all his might towards the prince and clashed their swords. taehyung put up his sword in the nick of time and sparks flew everywhere. the two were locked in strength, as this scene was more than familiar but nonetheless exciting. jungkook took a chance, wanting to trick the prince by lightening up the force he was using. taehyung, falling for the new trick, took this as tiredness and pushed harder. this all happened in a couple of seconds so both the knights nearby and passing servants watched in awe as the two handsome men battled it out.

jungkook smiled and let go completely, sidestepping to the left. taehyung used too much force and tripped over his feet. jungkook swerved around taehyung and before the prince could look back to defend himself, jungkook had pointed his sword to the back of his neck. taehyung kept his hands up at the feeling of he sword so close, letting go of his own and the clattering sound resounded through the sparring area. but it was not the end.

jungkook taking this as a victory, became a little relaxed and did not expect the next attack. in an instant, taehyung had turned around, dodged jungkook’s swing, and was holding a small dagger to jungkook’s neck. with eyes wide, jungkook let go of his sword, falling to the floor for the entire courtyard to hear.

but before taehyung could claim victory, there was a shout heard from the insides of the palace. letting go of his hold on jungkook, taehyung looked towards the running little boy and tucked the dagger away to not scare the kid. jungkook noticed the child and decided to pick up the swords, believing the kids was about spew some royal duties to his friend. the boy’s feet pattered towards the two men while the rest of the attendants in the courtyard started to disperse and talk amongst themselves.

“i apologize for inconvenience, my prince! i do not mean,” he breathes out quickly, almost hyperventilating, “to disturb. the head chef said not to come so if i must be punished, i do not mind but i must be here!” the little boy said, not older than eight or nine, and was on his knees, looking down in shame.

taehyung and jungkook looked at each other when they both heard the boy say head chef, aka you. as their best friend, you’re hatred for asking for help was something both of them knew too well. so when they heard that you had specifically told this boy not to come to them, that meant something was up. they went closer to the shaking boy, scared he would be punished by the best knight in the kingdom and the bravest prince in the royal family.

taehyung and jungkook kneeled next to the little boy to not frighten him. deciding it was best that taehyung comfort him— as a knight might be too scary and a prince might have a better effect— taehyung put his hand on the boy’s shoulder. the boy slowly raised his eyes to meet taehyung’s and blinked a few times, too much in awe that a prince was right in front of him.

“what is the matter? don’t worry,” taehyung stroked the kid’s back, “i will not punish you.” he said in a soft voice.

instead of replying, the boy looked towards jungkook. jungkook, confused at the action, continued to stare at the child and not understand the silent question he was asking.

“um, sire? will you punish me?” the young boy whispered in fear.

taehyung laughed at the question and threw his head back. jungkook looked offended by taehyung’s reaction but quickly assured that he would not. taehyung added that jungkook was too weak to hurt anyone, but this retort was quickly followed by other insults the two threw at each other in a teasing fun.

“um your majesty?” the little boy asked, breaking up the prince and knight from glaring at each other.

“ah yes, go ahead. what’s wrong?” taehyung asked.

“um, well.. the head chef said that i shouldn’t come here but i know that you all are friends!” the kid said animatedly, making the two men smile and reminiscent of their own youth.

“so i thought you would be able to help. uh, mx y/n needs help. they cut themselves while chopping some vegetables and i think everything is stressing them out. while they were cooking, they said that they wish you two were there to calm them down so i just thought…”

the two young men looked at each other and smiled at the thoughtfulness of the little kid before frowning at your actions. if you were stressed, you should come to them! not indirectly hoping that they would just appear. jungkook patted the little boy’s head, thanked him for his message, and they both changed out of their armor and leaving them with more comfortable.

taehyung’s robes were usually much more intricate than jungkook’s due to his royal status and wealth but today he wanted to stay light. he wore a white plain blouse and black pants. the shirt had golden embellishments on the shoulder and arms. jungkook was dressed in a simple brown shirt with a plain, light green pants as the highest level of knights wore. both men then headed to you.

“please mx y/n, get out of there!” the two heard while they descended the staircase to the kitchens. when they heard this, they ran down faster. at the entrance to the kitchens stood the entire staff, who were covering their faces with their handkerchieves because of a small amount of smoke.

smoke.

both taehyung and jungkook widened their eyes and understood what was wrong. you were still in the kitchen. the kitchen that was currently on fire.

taehyung was too shocked to do move as he was not used to this type of situation. usually, he was the one being saved by palace guards for his naivety and curiosity while venturing outside the palace. while taehyung had his mouth agape from the small flames, jungkook was already running into the kitchen. as a trained knight, this was more up his alley. he knew what to do, get inside and drag you out fast. he was working against the raising flames that were not merciful. the kitchen staff tried to grab a hold of jungkook and pull him away from the doors, but he was too fast and strong— again a trained knight.

“y/n! where are you?!” jungkook yelled out, looking frantically around before coughing slightly.

his eyes started to burn at the thickening smoke and he covered his mouth to try and breathe easier. he wasn’t able to keep low to the ground like his mentors had taught him due to trying to find you. the flames were barely licking at his feet and his pants, while jungkook kept looking around for any sign of you. he was beginning to lose hope when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

quickly turning around, his eyes dulled when he only saw that taehyung was inside too and helping him search. realizing that the youngest prince of the kingdom was in a fire, jungkook tried to push taehyung back.

“are you crazy?! this is a fire, hyung!” jungkook tried to scream over the flames that were starting to grow larger. taehyung looked at his friend and after a silent battle, the two continued to search for you, the conversation was over.

“u-ugh, over h-here!” a croaked voice rang out in the billowing blackening smoke, making the two men whip their heads in the direction of the voice.

they tried their best to run towards it but wooden splinters and lines of fire kept preventing them to reach faster. they kept trying and finally found you, blocked off by a ring of fire. you were shaking and facing into a corner, trying to not let the fires touch you or what you were...holding? 

was that a book?

you had been baking— or trying to rather, by the directions of the old book but you had fallen asleep, the first precaution every chef knew to avoid. a little boy was talking about his adventures in the market that morning and while listening to his long, confusing words, you had drifted off on the kitchen counter. your left cheek was still caked with flour from the remaining that was on the counter. you had woken up to crackling and an uncomfortable, oppressing heat from all around you. at that moment you had seen the kitchen counter on fire, and so naturally, you ran out of the kitchen. while waiting for guards to come put out the fire, you had a realization.

that damned book was still inside!

a couple of hundred years of history of sweets was in that book and the royal family would surely lock you up for damaging such an important artifact. but you were more worried about the disappointed and angry face your mentor, seokjin, would have when he realize that you couldn’t even keep a simple book safe— your career and friendship would be over.

while the two men were trying to reach out to you past the rising flames, guards on the outside of the kitchen were putting out the fire with pails of water. everyone was helping out because of the three very important people inside, not to mention the entire food for the upcoming feast was getting burned to a crisp!

“come on y/n! you have to reach out, please!” taehyung’s loud voice rang out and you snapped your eyes open and steeled yourself.

you had to do this, you weren’t going to die now. coughing up a storm, you slowly got on your feet and crouched close to the creaking floor. the floor was wooden and would give out any minute, you three needed to leave fast.

while taehyung was encouraging you to step through the flames and head towards him, jungkook was trying to find something to pat down the flames near you. if you ran through fire at its current height, there was a good chance you would not survive, which he wouldn’t let happen.

he found that there was nothing he could do except try and stomp on the flames with his leather boots, it worked (thankfully) and the flame was small enough where you could jump over it without getting too hurt.

you saw both taehyung and jungkook coughing heavily from the smoke and a fire behind the two of them starting to roar. you squinted your eyes and with a determined mind, you steadied yourself with the book under your right arm. you ran fast and leaped over the stomped fire, right into jungkook and taehyung’s arms.

unfortunately, the flames decided to rise at that exact moment. your ankles that was not covered by your leather shoes and part of your right arm that protected the book were not very lucky. 

the fire ripped through your skin and it felt unnervingly cold, like dipping your limbs into a cold river. it covered little skin but where it did, it was excruciating pain. your skin felt as if it was ripped apart from your body and then singed back on. you could feel blisters bubbling on your arm and cried out.

your right arm was still glued to the book, but your mind was numb and weak from the pain. you wanted to repel away from the place, the heat was making you feel dizzy. you started seeing black spots but someone shook your shoulders and you heard gurgles of words far, far away.

you were screaming. but you couldn’t even hear yourself. someone lifted you up into their arms and the red fire started to be replaced with a darker brown. you were shuffled outside the kitchen but you could be wrong. your shut your eyes but lips still whimpering. you felt yourself being lifted and put into someone else’s cold arms. you liked the cooling sensation and curled further into them and slowly drifted into darkness.

you woke up to a dark room. it felt like your eyes were still stitched shut and so you looked around for a light. a large window was open and you saw the moon still very much up in the sky. you tried moving your arms, but felt bandages on your right arm. above your elbow, white bandages were tightly wrapped.

your fingers, especially of your right hand, were slow to respond. it took you a few minutes, but it felt like hours, to spread your entire palm on the bed you were on. taking your time, you slowly perched yourself up on your elbows.

a sharp pain ran up your arm and you stopped, shrieking in pain. it was like an electrical shock through your spine and you had to stop moving. you heard footsteps and saw that a door was flung open. you were thankful they hadn’t brought any torch because fire was still a scary aspect.

you saw the silhouettes of two people enter quickly. they were followed by many guards but they all bowed and left with a wave of a hand. the door slammed shut, making you wince on instinct and the two men came closer, the moonlight shining on their familiar faces.

taehyung and jungkook.

you tried to speak but out came a raspy noise from the back of your throat. taehyung brought over a cup of water while jungkook tried to lift you up into a sitting position without moving your foot and making you lean on your left side. you desperately drank the water, gulping it down and almost choking if taehyung hadn’t tilted the cup back. after calming your breath, you looked up.

“w-what happened..?” you croaked out.

the two men slowly backed away from you and sat at the edge of the bed you were lying in. you noticed that the bed you were in was much larger than your usual one. looking around more, you realized you were in prince taehyung’s royal chambers. your feet was wrapped with gauze and propped up on pillows. there was also a white blanket that was falling off the bed and onto the ground.

taehyung looked to jungkook’s face who was blank without emotion. jungkook looked down at lap and was fumbling with his hands, something he never did. he was usually so calm and poised due to his training but this was not something he was trained for. he let out a frustrated grunt and got up, looking away from the bed and to the window.

taehyung ignored his best friend’s response and looked up at you softly. he patted your head tenderly and tried to send a reassuring smile towards you.

“..you passed out, from the pain i gather, after jungkook lifted you into my arms. he was running to find the royal physician while i tried to warm you up.” taehyung started with a distant look on his face.

“w-warm me up? w-why would you need to do that if the f-fire-“

“because you were shivering!” jungkook burst, looking at you in a pleading fashion. his arms were stretched out in fear and he walked towards you. you could see the tears forming in his eyes when he continued.

“the royal physician said that you developed a fever from the burn and we were trying to keep you warm. taehyung thought it would be warmer in his room so we left you here— that doesn’t matter!”

jungkook sat down at the left side of your leg and looked sadly at your feet. taehyung was on your right and the two looked at you intently. you reached for their hands and intertwined your hands while glancing between your friends. it was hard to move your right arm but you suppressed the pain to hold taehyung’s hand, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“why did you go back to save that stupid book?” taehyung asked, tears already falling down his cheeks.

“i-i thought it was important. seokjin said that it was a family heirloom and..” you trailed off, not able to meet their faces.

jungkook started again, “and what? you weren’t thinking, that’s what! y/n. your life is more valuable than that stupid book! you should know that.”

“also, we heard from a little boy that you were feeling stressed. you’re supposed to come to us when you feel that way, not just want us to magically appear. how many times do we have to tell you that?” taehyung quietly insisted.

“don’t get me started on that, i’m still angry at the fact that you risked your life for a stupid book and ran into a fire—” jungkook tried again to reason.

“oh will the two of you shut up?” you said annoyed and furious. you were not going to just listen to your best friends berate you in this way.

“yes it was stupid but guess what? i survived—”

“fucking barely.”

you glared at the outburst of both of them and continued.

“i have been trying to prove to you and this entire kingdom that i am willing to be the royal baker and i have painstakingly worked my ass off for this job! i love doing this and i know i’m good at it. yeah, my feet are hurt and my arm is weak but i’m alright, okay? i should’ve asked for help but it seems that’s all i do. i wanted to be independent..”

taehyung and jungkook looked at each other before smiling at your face. you lifted one eyebrow in question but they stayed silent. taehyung closed his other hand to encase yours.

“you are independent, y/n. you were able to make all the food, much of which we were able to save, for the feast. if that’s not an incredible feat, i don’t know what is.”

“not to mention, the sweets you’ve been baking for the past week? i may have taken a few of those— uh what do you call it? crispels? anyways those honey baked goods, ooh those are so tasty!”

“oh.. thank you. i suppose i have done— wait, you ate some crispels? those take me four hours for each batch!” you demanded jungkook, whose doe eyes were wide in fear of your reaction.

taehyung giggled at your response before the rest of you joined in. you smiled at your friends, not only had they saved you from a fire, they had also made you feel better for doing something so incredibly stupid. they really were the best, but you were worried. what about the food that was burned up? who would make it now that you were out of commission.

“don’t worry too much about the feast. i was talking with my father and who would’ve guessed? i forgot to invite the parks.. so since their journey will take them two weeks, we still have some time!” taehyung chuckled awkwardly while you rolled you eyes at his foolishness.

you released your hands from your friends and looked at your fingers. they were dry and cracked, clearly no one had thought to thoroughly clean them when the physician was applying salve to the burns. you tried clenching them but your right arm felt like it was engulfed in flames and the searing hot pain made you yell out and grab it in shock. taehyung got up to make sure the bandages were not too tight while jungkook rubbed your back helplessly. while feeling bad and still a little guilty that you couldn’t cook, you started to think.

when you looked at them, you got an idea. your smirk only made the two men confused, as they could only imagine what favor you were going to ask of them.

“no, no, no! you’re doing it all wrong taehyung. you need to marinate the strawberries in the honey, then stir the egg white into another bowl. see, look at— no jungkook! that’s flour, not sugar! wrong ingredient!” you yelled in your house, while sitting and overlooking the two men in your own kitchen.

since the royal kitchen was still being repaired, and you needed to bake the rest of the sweets (apparently all of your helpers had gotten hurt too), you had decided to move the things into your own small home. the two men had visited multiple times, but never to cook anything— that was your speciality, not theirs.

and you could clearly see it. the two made a mess while not being able to help and it irritated you so much. your royal check ups with the physician proved that you would not be walking for a while and so you had to rest. 

but, things in the kitchen were getting better. after the fifth attempt, you were happy to say that taehyung put all the ingredients in the right order and jungkook used all the right ingredients. but seriously, how was taehyung not be able to follow directions? he’s a prince! and how did jungkook mix up flour and sugar? they are completely different smells and textures!

now this, this was the hard part and since you right arm was especially weak and your left arm currently holding up your entire torso, you were unable to whip the mixture. they started to and oh boy, they were tired in seconds. you had created this recipe when experimenting but never able to test it out. with two trained soldiers, you thought they would be able to do this for longer.

after a few hours, they were able to make a soft, creamy consistency. perfect for your honey and strawberry crispels. the two men dabbed the cream on top and the three of you cheered. you all ate the sweet, and almost instantly the dozen batch was gone.

for your ingenious creation, you needed a name. you wanted to call it ‘whipped cream crispels’ but both of your friends decided it against it, wanting a cooler name to impress their friendly rival, prince jimin of the park royal family. taehyung decided to call the cream ‘snow’ because jungkook’s inability to see the difference of white ingredients. while jungkook added ‘honey-dipped strawberries’ at the beginning to remind taehyung the order of doing things.

so, your ‘honey-dipped strawberries in snow’ was served at the grand feast a few weeks later when the parks finally arrived. 

saying that prince jimin was impressed by your baking skills was an understatements. his compliments were so inflated that even taehyung and jungkook were getting jealous by the amount of your attention he was taking up. they almost dueled and probably would have if you hadn’t brought out more sweets for them to try.

“these are amazing, y/f/n! truly, your baking skills are no match for anyone. please sit down.” jimin said in his dark blue royal coat. he had a big smile on his face after eating your sweets and was gesturing to the seat next to him.

“o-oh, thank you. that’s very kind of you to say, your majesty.” you stuttered at the compliments and your cheeks felt very warm. you sat down and held your hands in your lap. your feet still got tired easily so it was a nice break.

“you can call me jimin, y/n. you know, your skills could be used wisely in my kingdom. i would even offer you a room near myself to make sure that i try out all of your sweets. what do you say?” he said smirking and ignoring the two shocked faces in front of him on the other side of the dining table.

“um, your maj- uh jimin, i don’t think that’s necessary. i’m—”

“she’s quite happy here, jimin. i don’t think i like what you’re implying, hyung.” taehyung stated right across jimin. he crossed his arms in annoyance at the older prince’s words.

“i don’t ever know what you mean!” jimin said innocently looking forward.

“oh please! even i know you’re just saying all of that because you think y/n is attractive. back off, they’re not interested.” jungkook said. he stepped forward from the door, where he was guarding, and right behind taehyung. his tone was not polite manner which you quickly glared at him for. he looked at you in confusion before groaning.

“hm, i don’t think so. what about you, y/n?”

“what about me? um, sir?”

jimin only smirked coyly at your formalities and liked how sweet you were. maybe that’s how your food was so delicious, or maybe it was the excess amount of sugar.

“well, do you want to go to my kingdom? i could show you around.. or more importantly for your interests, i could show you an old cookbook of ours and my people’s way of making sweets.”

you paused, that would be a good idea. wouldn’t it? you get to visit a whole new kingdom, learn new recipes, and spend time with a prince. but you suddenly remembered your mentor’s teachings when you first entered the palace.

“rule number one: don’t flirt with any royal.” seokjin said with a stern face.

“pfffft like i would want to!” you said mockingly

“i’m serious. they can be a little.. mischievous.”

“fine, whatever.”

you came back to the present and smiled wide at jimin. both taehyung and jungkook were losing their minds while jimin was just enjoying the silence. if you went with jimin it would weaken your loyalty to their kingdom and they would be very jealous so it wasn’t a good idea— not like that was even remotely running through your mind. you just wanted to stay with your friends.

“i am very honored to be offered such an option. thank you, prince jimin, but i’m going to have to decline. my place is here with prince taehyung and sir jungkook, it would be rude of me to leave the palace without a head chef.”

jimin was surprised by your words but smiled softly that you were thinking of your friends. he patted your good shoulder and got up from his chair. scared he would be offended, you stood up as well. jimin gestured for you to sit down and so you did. he bowed to taehyung and jungkook in respect for his younger friends and you as well. you looked down too and he quickly left to the guest chambers. of course, he still wanted the last word.

“you can always change your mind and discuss it further in my room, y/n. i’ll see you soon!”

once the door closed, taehyung and jungkook started animatedly, and you hoped they were joking, talking about how they would completely defeat jimin at dueling during next morning’s practice. you laughed at their reactions but were happy to have such good and protective friends. you ate one of your sweets and smiled.

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Honest Intentions

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Vicar Max x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Language. Smut.

A/N: GOD okay so I wrote this awhile ago and I cannot write smut to save my life. I suck so bad at it, I can’t ever seem to make it long enough, but this was so angsty good that I just couldn’t not post it.

Word Count: 2,155

“The question is, after all this, do you still trust me?”

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If she had been in a cartoon, she was sure there would have been a gray, swirling cloud above her head to display her irritation. She couldn’t believe that he had lied to her. A lie. A betrayal of truth. A fib. A dishonest statement. And for what? Just to ensure his chances of her taking him to see some scholar that he didn’t even like? What was the point of that?

She never expected respect from her crew. She didn’t expect it from anybody. However, when she had earned the respect from someone, she expected full honesty in return. This was a total blow to her respect as a captain and trust as a girlfriend. She was unbelievably angry at him, confused even as of to why he wasn’t upfront about his desires. Truthfully, she was really hurt.

Max had lied in order to get her to take him to see Reginald. A former colleague of sorts of his that he needed to see to have his book translated from French. It wasn’t until they found Reginald that it became clear as of to how they even ended up there. Max claimed he couldn’t risk her not bringing him there to find him. He immediately sensed that she was upset. She had every right to be. The sickness in his stomach as a result of the guilt was a testament of that. She had convinced him to leave Reginald Chaney in one piece, refusing to let him lay a finger on him. They got what they needed out of him and left.

The silent trek back to the ship was seemingly everlasting. Her footsteps were heavy on the grounds of the Monarch wilderness as they returned back from Fallbrook. She needed some time to calm down and cool off before speaking to anyone. She was of no use to anybody being this upset. Last thing she wanted was to take her anger out of someone who didn’t deserve it. Max followed a bit further behind than usual, giving her as much space as possible without getting separated. No one said a word on the journey back to The Unreliable. Even Ellie didn’t even try to poke fun at the vicar who would be sleeping in his own quarters for now. It wasn't Max's reaction she was afraid of. It was the captain's.

They finally arrived at the ship long after nightfall, stars dotting the dark night sky. They would be spending the evening in route to Groundbreaker to get supplies and other materials in the morning. She entered the ship first, ADA greeting the returning space adventurers as always.

“Welcome back, Captain.”

She usually smiled in relief upon hearing her voice that signaled a safe return, but she was in no smiling mood. Everybody else had gone to their bunks for the night, which prompted Ellie to go as well. That left the captain and Max in the bay of the ship. The only sounds were the clanks and tinkers as she put away her belongings into the lockers. She couldn’t look at him. She was afraid that she just might lose it. He came up next to her, his voice low and quiet;

“Captain, I-”

“I don’t want to talk.”

He sighed. He wasn’t surprised at her response. He couldn’t figure out if she was speaking to him as his boss or his girlfriend...or both. She whisked away from the lockers and headed to the stairs leading up to her quarters. She just wanted to be alone for a little while and give this some serious thought. She planned on discussing everything with him in the morning. However she realized this was an impossible wish when he followed suit, desperate to get his message across to her;

“If nothing else, please know that I am sorry,” He pleaded, entering after his lover into her room; “I’m aware that I have put a lot of unnecessary stress on you today.”

She scoffed and shook her head incredulously. He didn’t seem to understand how the trust she had put in him had been seriously violated. That’s what made her more upset than anything. It was clear that he wasn’t leaving until this issue was resolved. So, she went off.

“You lied to me, Max. For personal gain,” she hissed; “I don’t like being lied to you.”

She was leaning against the frame of her bed, arms folded over her chest as Max was leaning against her desk. Her demeanor was tense and cold...not a pretty sight to see.

“I know. If it’s any consolation, I lied before I began to care for you...before I loved you. It wasn’t an attempt to break your faith in me.” He admitted.

A surge of energy went to her head, her cheeks heating with rage;

“That doesn’t make it any better. So, you didn’t lie to me as your lover? Fine. You still lied to me as your captain,” She snarled; “At the end of the day, Max, I am still your captain.”

He didn’t want to fight with her He didn’t want her to be angry at him. All he could do was continue to express his apology and hope she'd forgive him. He wasn’t lying when he said he cared about her. About how he loved her. The two of them had each said it once before, so she had to admit it made her heart beat a little faster hearing him say it again.

With this being said, he still had a rampant temper. Regardless of any situation, he didn’t like being talked to this way. He got defensive when others used an unpleasant tone with him. His pleading for forgiveness was beginning to mix with a sear of anger bubbling up in him.

��You are my captain, you will never witness me denying that. I don’t know what you wish for me to do other than tell you, honestly, that I’m sorry.” He replied, his voice getting rather scary; “But might I add that you weren’t so fucking honest at first either.”

All the blood in her body seemed to rush to her face and rapidly back down to her feet. She knew what he was talking about. The fact that the crew went months thinking she was actually Alex Hawthorne when she actually wasn’t. She hadn’t been upfront in the beginning and had lied about her identity. She would always feel a sense of culpability for that.

“I know that. I know that I didn’t tell anyone who I really was, but that was for the sake of my safety as well as everyone else’s. I lied because I had to,” She spat; “You lied for personal reasons. You lied to intentionally distress me and deceive me into doing something for you.”

He rolled his eyes dramatically and the veins in his arms were prevalent as he gripped the edge of the desk. He now felt like she was blowing this out of proportion.

“I wasn’t intentionally trying to hurt you. I would never do that,” He responded; “I lied because I didn’t think you’d take me all over Halcyon just to find some man that might have the answers I was looking for.”

She rubbed her temples with her fingers, feeling as if this conversation was going absolutely nowhere;

“That’s another thing,” She fired off; “What’s going to happen when we get to Scylla and the book gets translated? Will I no longer be of any use to you? Is this going to be over once you find what you're looking for?"

In an instant, his anger lifted and his heart seemed to stop at her words. She watched as a normal color returned to his face. His narrowed eyes and furrowed brows morphing into a softer, borderline concerned look. He stood from the desk and took the half step down from the desk to where she was standing. If there was one thing Vicar Max would never do, it would be that he would never lie about the way he felt about someone.

“Captain, darling, I wouldn’t ever lead you on that way. For any reason whatsoever.” He breathed out gently.

His sudden change in expression ultimately calmed her down as well. She sighed heavily as her judgement cleared. She knew why he really had lied. It wasn't to upset anyone. He had spent his whole life taking roads trying to find answers that ultimately led to a dead end. He was frustrated and disappointed. She could relate to that.

“I just want you to trust me. I want to trust you,” You admitted; “I would’ve taken you to him regardless of who he was. You didn’t have to lie.”

His hands cupped her face, she instinctively cocked her head to further rest her face in his hold.

“I trust you. I always have. I never intended for you to doubt how I feel, because I have been nothing but honest about it. I care about you and I love you.” He confessed; “The question is, after all this, do you still trust me?”

She did. 100% she trusted him. It would probably take a hell of a lot more than him lying about some sketchy prison dude to completely break her faith in him. However, she felt her devious side begin to bubble to the surface. She could totally use this situation to her advantage. Maybe she could get a little bit of a rise out of him in a positive way.

“I don’t know,” She said in an overly teasing tone; “I think a certain vicar is going to have to redeem himself somehow...”

His pupils dilated and his hands that had been by his sides were now slowly fumbling with the button and zipper on her pants.

“Is that so?” He purred in his captain’s ear; “I think I’ve got some ideas.”

In a matter of seconds, she was sprawled on the bed, pants discarded, and his kisses were hot on her neck. She moaned deliciously as his right middle and ring finger dragged across her heating sex, his left hand pinning her arms above her head

“Max...” She breathed out.

Oh, he loved when she said his name. It sent a fiery sensation all through his body. His strong, independent captain begging for him and only him. He was the only person who ever got to see her this way. She managed to break one of her hands free, reaching to unbuckle his own pants. However, he withdrew his hand and stopped her;

“This is all about you, Captain.” He growled.

His lips detached from her skin, he let go of her other arm as well and placed him face just in front of her. Her legs were draped over his shoulders as his tongue licked a heavy stripe and her desperate whimper filled the room. He sucked and kissed as one of her hands was steady on his head to prohibit him from going too far, while the other was pressed against the headboard behind her. It felt like electricity was crackling all through her body as he mercilessly pleasured her.

“Oh, fuck...you’ve got quite the mouth for a preacher,” She tried to laugh, but it came out as another moan.

Obviously this wasn't the first time she had ever been in this situation with him. But it still surprised her every time.

His chuckle vibrated against you, his voice muffled slightly;

“You better fucking believe it.”

He knew her backwards and forwards, which why he put his arm over her waist to keep her from squirming too much. He smirked as he felt her muscles contract against his hold. It was a damn hot sight to see. His face buried between her legs, his tongue and lips working wonders on the woman he adored so much. Normally, he’d hold off on letting her come undone. He’d slow his movements to tantalize her and make her beg. But she deserved what she wanted after today.

“Max, please...” She said feeling her legs begin to shake.

“I’ve got you, love.” He spoke.

Her head fell back onto the pillow as a flash of white covered her vision. Her legs tightened on his shoulders as she crashed over her high. He continued to suck her and work her through it. His name fell from her lips once more as she felt yourself settling back to normal. He grinned once her breathing attempted to slow, he returned to her side. She supposed that she owed him now, but that’d come later.

“Okay, yeah. I forgive you.” She huffed out once her heart slowed.

He laughed genuinely, falling onto the mattress and pulling her close. He was relieved that she was here with him now and that she hadn’t kicked him off her ship. He knew one thing for sure.

He would never lie to her again.

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[jeonggukingdom]

splinters of love • day XVI [ksj]

pairing  ⟶ kim seokjin x fem!Reader

summary  ⟶ a collection of drabbles (one for each day of April) based on prompts by an online prompts’ generator site. Specifically  ⟶  • day XVI ↳ in which you casually fall asleep on this stranger’s shoulder in the train and he has no idea what to do so he skips his own stop and waits for you to wake up until, crap, you’ve reached the terminal and now you both have to get out and figure out an alternative way to reach your homes.

genre  ⟶ fluff

rating  ⟶ G

word count ⟶  2.201 words

warnings  ⟶ none except Seokjin being an absolute angel, knight in shining armor, smooth boyfriend material random dude on a bus

series masterlist  ⟶ here  (links on mobile may not work, if you’re looking for all the works in this series, you can click on the “!splintersoflove” tag and you’ll find them all there!)

author’s note  ⟶ @cupcake416​ I don’t know who your bias is or what your favourite genre is but you mentioned that today was going to be your birthday so I wanted to dedicate this drabble to you regardless to wish you THE HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY EVER! I hope you’ll like this little story and if I can manage to put even just a little smile on your face I’ll consider myself happy, ah ah ♥

The bus is almost completely packed tonight and you huff as you climb the little stairs to help you inside. You miss the convenience of owning a car and not have to stand for an entire ride after such a long day at work but, alas, you don't own that luxury anymore and you won't for a little while.

Your lips form a little pout as you scan your surroundings and then, your eyes land on the only free spot in the entire bus and your eyes light up as if your eyes had just landed on the biggest treasure ever known to mankind.

With a smile stretched on your coral-tinted lips, you hurry through the corridor and very unceremoniously drop on the empty seat with a victorious grin.

Your cheeks heat up the instant you catch the stranger sitting next to you looking at you, a baffled expression on his features and the hint of a pending chuckle on his plump lips.

You offer him a sheepish smile, retreating inside your shoulders as if in a silent apology for startling him and disrupting his peace.

He gives you a gentle smile in return while shaking his head and then, his eyes shift back on the window to peer outside the busy streets while music plays loudly in his ears.

You exhale loudly, getting as comfortable on the seat as possible and fix your own gaze ahead of you as you usually do to get lost inside your own thoughts.

The stress of the day slowly washes off your body and you relax ever so slightly with each passing second until the motion of the bus turns you drowsy with sleep and then, without you even realising it, your eyes close and with a turn of the bus, your head lands exactly on that poor stranger's shoulder.

Seokjin jumps at the sudden touch, his heart missing a few beats in his chest before turning absolutely rampant. His eyes shift from the glass to you and his mouth opens in bewilderment as he realizes you have fallen asleep just like that and fell on top of him.

He would have woken you up if it weren't for the peaceful expression on your features, for the dark circles under your eyes that he hadn't noticed at first.

He bites his bottom lip unsure of what he's supposed to do, especially considering that his stop is the next one in line and this is the last bus he'll be able to catch tonight in order to go home.

He ponders and ponders and just finds himself unable to do anything about you and the way your entire weight is being supported by his shoulder.

He heaves out a sigh, curses himself under his breath and simply waits for you to wake up. Maybe, if he's lucky enough, you'll wake up soon and he will just walk a few blocks to get home.

Sadly, you do not wake up and minutes tick by and by until you are the only two passengers on the bus.

His heart drops in his chest the instant he feels the bus stop and realizes you have reached the terminal and now he has no choice but to wake you up.

He grimaces but shakes you awake as gently as possible, he offers you a gentle smile as you jump at the sudden contact and look up at him in surprise.

"You fell asleep," he says, barely above a whisper as his cheeks turn a nice shade of pink under your intense gaze.

Your cheeks feel as hot as the sun, instead, shame filling you up to the very core as you jolt backwards apologising over and over again.

"It's ok, it happens," he offers as a consolation but then you watch his eyes fill with doubt, his bottom lip suddenly trapped under his teeth as his eyebrows furrow.

"Oh! I just realised this must be your stop!" You get up in an instant failing to realize the bus is empty and that the driver is looking at the both of you rather unamused by the fact that you are wasting too much of his precious time.

Seokjin gets up then, scratches the back of his head as he shakes it lightly.

"Well that's... uh... we kind of reached the terminal."

"What?!" You finally look around and blood drains from your features as your mouth opens in utter shock, "Wait, why didn't you wake me up sooner?!"

Seokjin's mouth opens and closes, opens and closes as he looks at you completely baffled.

"Well, I didn't want to wake you up! You looked tired and like you needed the rest so I just..."

He seems to become smaller under your gaze and that's when you realize you are being incredibly ungrateful right about now and just as you open your mouth to apologise, the driver decides to chime in and not so kindly ask you to leave the damned bus and figure it out on your own outside his vehicle.

That's how you find yourself standing in the cold night against a stranger with absolutely not a single clue on what to do next.

"I'm Seokjin by the way," he says after a few minutes of very thick and awkward silence.

"Oh, I'm _______," you offer him a smile and your hand and he quickly grabs it which makes your smile deepen a tad bit more.

He seems to be just as lost and uncomfortable as you are as you stand there like two idiots, looking around as if the solution is suddenly going to pop out behind the corner and save you from this awkward and romcom-like situation.

"I'm sorry for yelling earlier I was just taken aback... uhm, thank you, for, well, everything, I guess."

You look at your feet as you say this, torture your fingers as your insides twitch uncomfortably inside of you.

If you could disappear inside the bitumen, you so would.

Seokjin, instead, hums at your words, shifts his weight from left to right while keeping his gaze trained entirely on you.

"So... how far away do you live?"

You close your eyes and heave out a sigh as you think about walking for such a long distance in the middle of the night and with bloody heels on.

"Definitely too far for a walk," you mumble, shaking your head as you start pondering over the idea of calling a cab or a friend to come to your rescue.

"Same," he says, chuckling at the predicament you've both fallen into because of, well, you.

"Maybe we can call someone?" You suggest, finally lifting your gaze to look at him.

"Yeah, uhm, I don't think my friends are going to pick up anytime soon... it's the weekend after all."

You nod your head a couple of times pretty sure that's the case with you as well, not to mention you don't even have an endless list of friends to choose from.

"We could call a cab?" He asks, tilting his head to the side as he pushes his hands inside the pockets of his jeans.

"Oh. Well, I don't... uhm."

How do you confess to a stranger that you cannot afford a cab ride that long? You grimace and evidently, he can see it pretty well under the moonlight because without you having to add more, he hums and offers you a meek 'me neither' as a response which, honestly, would have made you chuckle if your heart hadn't just dropped deep within your chest.

"So walking it is," you say then, heaving out a sigh as you finally decide to take the lead and walk away from the stupid terminal.

Seokjin follows suit in silence but this time it's more comfortable and it seems to ease up your nerves. He didn't even ask you where you live exactly, he's just following you blindly so you curiously look up at him trying to decide if you should be worried by it or grateful.

"So," you say after a while, "Your house is in the same direction as mine?"

"Not really," he confesses, making himself small inside his wide shoulders.

"Oh..."

Seokjin stops on his tracks, looks at you for a second and then, realization twists his features into a stupefied expression that prompts a chuckle to escape your lips.

"I'm not following you! I mean, I am but not because... I mean no offence because you can probably take care of yourself just fine but I wouldn't really feel at peace letting you walk home by yourself at this hour of the night."

"You are awfully nice, did anyone ever tell you that?"

Seokjin laughs, his eyes reducing to two adorable half-moons as he does so and soon enough, you are chuckling right along with him, unable to resist his contagious laugh.

That's how it starts.

You find out that talking to Seokjin comes pretty easily, that he is witty and funny and comfortable to be around to and so much so, he feels like someone you've known for most of your life and that have just met after years of being apart.

The only downside to it all is that your legs are killing you, not to even mention your feet. It is when you absolutely can not take it anymore that you stop to take the shoes from hell off of your poor feet and sigh at the sensation of your soles lying flat on the dirty bitumen.

"Oh no, you are so not going to walk with your naked feet! Do you have any idea of the dirt and thousands of germs that live there?!"

"Well, I can't walk in these stupid heels a second longer so this will have to do."

Seokjin shakes his head, sighs deeply and then he crouches down before you, offering you his wide back to hop onto.

"Are you kidding me? You are offering me a piggyback ride right now?"

"Well, doesn't look like I have much of a choice right now, does it?"

He looks at you from behind his back, his eyes pointedly fixed on your features as he urges you to hop on his back already so that he can safely you accompany you back home once and for all.

It's with all the shyness and insecurity of the world that you do this, allow his arms to wrap around your thighs and yours around his neck.

"You really are awfully nice," you whisper in his ear and Seokjin chuckles again, nodding his head because he realizes how absurd this all is and to be honest, he doesn't know himself why he is doing all of this for someone he has barely met but... well, there's just something about you that makes him want to help you and he can't explain it but it's there and he simply cannot ignore it.

You don't know exactly how long has passed since you left the bus' terminal but it might as well been days because that is how tired you are by the time you finally reach your apartment complex and Seokjin frees you from his grasp.

"I don't know how I can possibly repay you for all that you did for me tonight," you say as your feet land on the bitumen and you look up to him, your lips protruded forward into a little pout.

Seokjin smiles then, mirth shining in his black eyes as he tilts his head to the side.

He can't believe himself he is about to say this but, hell, this is probably his only chance so might as well try, no?

"Well, you could give me your number."

You look up to him in surprise, mouth slightly agape at the bold question you would have never expected to fall from his plump lips.

The most shocking part of it, though, is the fact that you don't even need to think about it to know the answer.

Maybe it was destiny that brought you together, maybe it was fate that decided you had to find that empty spot, fall asleep on his shoulder and no one else's. You don't know but a part of you decides to believe that, to take a chance for once in your life and that's how Seokjin ends up with your number registered in his phone and a grateful kiss on his right cheek.

Your hearts beat frantically in your chests as he walks the opposite way to finally reach his house and you run up the stairs that lead you to your apartment.

It takes Seokjin exactly twenty seconds to ring your phone after you turn your back on him and it takes just two for you to eagerly pick up while closing the door behind your back.

It takes Seokjin forty additional minutes to walk himself home while you keep him company by talking to him on the phone.

It takes three hours for you to end the call and close your eyes on this absurd days and well, it turns out that sometimes it takes a lot less than twenty-four hours for two people to fall in love.

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[amazingdriverfics]

8

This is the last sad part for now, the next song I plan to do it smutty, so if you don’t like angst, please don’t give up on me.

Anyways, I wanted to thank you all for the 300 followers, when I started this blog I never imagined that anyone would like to follow it and now there are a ton of people who seem to care and for that all I can say is thank you. 

Hope you all like this :)

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Kylo is a dick, angst, no happy ending. 

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader 

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“I don’t want to see you anymore. Leave and never come back.” the words replayed in your head, the deep tone which once made you feel hot and caused butterflies to fill your whole stomach, now caused you agonizing pain. 

It had been just an hour since Kylo made you leave his quarters and his life forever, but you already felt stupid. You were a sobbing ball in your bed and all because of a man who had never been capable to love you - or anything at all -. 

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You joined the Order at a pretty young age together with your best friend - Armitage Hux -. The two of you grew up together since your parents were really close and you became two inseparable beings. You were each other's family, after all, none of your parents were very loving. 

Just like him, you were very intelligent and methodic which allowed you to get to higher hanks before any other co-worker ever could.

As you became a General, your encounters with Ren started to become frequent, after all, he was the First Order’s Commander and Snoke’s apprentice. Unlike Hux, the presence of the force user didn’t make you furious, but intrigued. The amount of power and intimidation he transmitted only by standing in a corner all covered up in black clothes impressed you and, if you were honest, his distorced voice did things to you.

You let it be, the Commander never showed any kind of interest towards you and he rarely even noticed you were in the room unless he needed you for some work thing. Unfortunately for you, your thoughts didn’t control themselves like you did, the more time you spent with the dark knight, the dirtier your thoughts became. 

At first, that didn’t seem like a problem, after all, it wasn’t like you were going to make a move on Kylo fucking Ren, but everything changed when you discovered that he could listen to it. 

You were in your room, enjoying a bottle of your favorite wine when your door opened out of a sudden, revealing the figure which had been living in your head for a good thirty minutes. In instants you were on your feet, not giving yourself time to think what the invasion meant and the word ‘Commander’ leaving your lips. All you could think about was that you were screwed. 

You had no idea.

With anger showing through his mechanic voice Kylo told you to stop projecting your dirty thoughts to him, that it was inappropriate and that he wanted nothing to do with a disgusting subordinate before storming out of the place again, leaving a very hurt and confused you behind.

But of course that the king of mixed signals who didn’t give a fuck about other people’s feelings didn’t let you deal with the situation on your own and move on. 

The following day he appeared in your office and fucked you at your table, and against your better judgment, you allowed yourself to give what he wanted to him. Sexually you didn’t regret the encounter at all, but emotionally, you had just entered a journey which would tear your heart apart.

The dynamics of this side of your relationship with Kylo - if what the two of you had could even be considered this - was totally determined by him. The knight stated that what you had would never involve anything other than sex and that he would not devote any other feeling or time to you. The Commander also decided when the two of you would meet, what you would wear on it and what you would do like the perfect control freak that he was. Thanks to your daddy issues none of the red flags - which by that time were many - actually alerted you that the involvement would not end well.

And so you kept on being his perfect plaything, doing exactly what you were told to, keeping your feelings, questions and everything else to yourself as you tried hard to be convinced that all the pleasure he made you feel was worthy of the rest.

However, despite your constant tries to please him, nothing really seemed to be enough. Maybe you got that feeling because even after Kylo allowed you to see his face, he kept a cold facade which never made it clear to you if he actually liked your performance, maybe it was the lack of communication and maybe it could be the fact that he was a cold son of a bitch. 

Either way, you kept on ignoring his hot and cold games, your growing need to please the knight and, mostly, your also growing feelings for the monster under the mask. To be able to do it you drown yourself in work, doing late hours, having lunch in your office, taking tasks on weekends. Another important part of your plan in not dealing with your feelings was keeping Hux at bay, you knew he could see right through you every single time and if he asked you what was going on, there was no way you could lie to him, so you did your best to maintain light or work topics while talking to him alone and also to avoid being alone with the man. 

As months passed, the most unhappy you became, there was no way you could keep on bottling up your feelings and ignoring your best friend all in order to keep someone who couldn’t care less about you or what you wanted in your life. The truth was that becoming committed to a monster could never pay off, no matter how good he was at sex.

When your breaking point finally came, you dragged your ass to Armitage’s room and you made him spend all night calming you down as you cried your eyes out in his arms telling Hux about everything that happened ever since the night Kylo Ren busted into your quarters to humiliate you. 

The ginger man heard every single word leaving your mouth with the same amount of attention he had while listening to the Supreme Leader’s orders and as soon as you were done he soothed you, promising that he would help you find a way out of the situation you had dragged yourself into. 

At the end, the help never turned out to be necessary.

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“Sit down” you heard his baritone voice as you entered his dark quarters, barely illuminated by the stars on the other side of the glass where Kylo stood by. 

Without questioning you did as you were told, sitting in the velvet black armchair, heart beating fast as it always did when you met the force user on your own. You were already waiting for the next instructions. 

“I’m talking, you are listening. I don’t want to hear neither do I care about what you might have to say” he stated, eyes cold as ever watching you as you shifted in your seat, beginning to feel uncomfortable with the situation. 

“I have been sensing your feelings for a while now and I cannot stress enough how disappointed I am at you. You were foolish enough to fall for me, someone who you knew would never be able to reciprocate it and your weakness to think about love as a possibility disgusts me” he started to destroy you, voice monotonous as ever and cold as his features expressed his disgust. 

You, on the other hand, were doing your best to fight the tears begging to stain your face, not wanting to make an even bigger fool of yourself in front of a man who already thought so little of you. 

“Listen carefully to my words now” he started, his hands embracing each other “I don’t want to see you anymore. Leave and never come back.”

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