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twisted-in-underland · 2 years

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Twisted Wonderland Oc’s part 1: The Og’s

I’m bored and thought I would share my “Yuu” character and two of the Oc’s I’ve made. I haven’t had the time to do like a drawing or something in the style of the game (to many projects for my art classes 🙃) but I like to use Picrew to make like base references for myself. As a quick side note, these posts are going to be kind of long b/c they include two-three characters.

I used this Picrew specifically for the Picrews put in this post! (Ignore them all holding coffee, I liked that hand position the best)

Yuri Briarwood

To start off, here’s my MC Yuri! Ngl I actually kind of liked the default name “Yuu” so when I was picking a name I wanted something that sounded similar. I really like the name Yuri, I think it sounds pretty and I can use “Yuu” as a nickname :) . I originally had their surname as “Rosenbaum” which was based off author Ayn Rand’s maiden name, but I ended up changing it. I don’t know why I was so drawn to “Briarwood” but it sounds cool and I like it so I went with it!

In terms of physical appearance, I think I was also trying to add in some little bits of myself into the character design; I have Scottish and Irish ancestry/family so I think that’s kind of why I was drawn to the red hair and green eye combo. For now I’m gonna play it off as one of Yuri’s parents has some Irish/Scottish ancestry and those genes ended up showing through the most.

In terms of character/personality; Yuri is definitely the “tired wine mom” of their group seeing as they always have to keep Ace, Deuce, and Grim out of trouble. They’re very sarcastic, often speak very bluntly, and is “surprisingly” very cheeky/witty. I say surprisingly because a lot of the NRC students underestimate Yuri because they’re magicless, but catch them on a bad day and they will destroy your self esteem in an instant. Like that one John Mulaney skit about 8th graders, the “hey look at that high waisted man! He got feminine hips!” Skit? That’s Yuri. They will 100% call you out on whatever you don’t like about yourself, just like an 8th grader. Despite this, Yuri is generally pretty calm and friendly, they just have a short temper around arrogant people.

They are also very protective of their friends, usually trying to keep Ace, Deuce, and Grim out of trouble more out of fear that they’re gonna get themselves hurt than them getting in trouble. Yuri has a younger brother that they often took care of since their mother is a doctor who works long hours. So they do have a pretty good grasp on first aid and usually has to patch up their dumbass friends. They also have a tendency to, not really baby but kind of care for some of the other students like an older sibling. This is mostly seen with Ortho, and occasionally Lilia mostly because of his younger appearance (not that he’s gonna complain about getting extra attention). Oh and Cheka when he visits Leona! Leona has, on numerous occasions just sort of dropped Cheka off at Ramshackle without another word so Yuri can watch his nephew. Not has Yuri minds, they love the little guy 😌. Yuri is also one of the few people that encourages Epel to actually be himself, and not act like how Vil wants him to. It’s not uncommon for Epel to slip into his normal country accent when he’s around Yuri.

Yuri is also a hardworking and helpful individual mainly because they helped out a lot at home. They may complain a little when first given a task (especially if it’s Crowley giving them the task) but they usually mellow out pretty quickly. Whenever they’re invited to Heartslabyul for an Unbirthday, they always offer to help with decorating. They also like to clean as they find it calming. They honestly wouldn’t have minded janitorial duties, it was just the way Crowley threw it at them and the situation that caused their complaints. Whenever Yuri has some spare time, they’re usually cleaning up Ramshackle.

You’ve probably noticed by now that I’ve been using They/Them pronouns for Yuri. That’s because they are Agender and primarily use they/them pronouns! They don’t necessarily mind she/her - they do occasionally present femininely - just as long as it’s not being used maliciously. Like if someone accidentally misgenders them, they aren’t gonna be upset. But if they’re doing it on purpose then Yuri is gonna have some words for you (get ready to also be relentlessly misgendered by the entirety of the first year squad)! Don’t underestimate their sweet face, I can’t stress enough how seriously Yuri takes the phrase “traumatise them back”.

Some other fun facts!

Age: 16

Best subject: Astrology

Birthday: July 25th

Class: 1-A

Club: Film studies (backstage hand)

Height: 176 cm/5’8”

Homeland: not from twisted wonderland

Dominant Hand: Right

Favourite food: sauerkraut (they will eat it straight out of the jar like it’s nothing)

Least favourite food: onions and mushrooms

Dislikes: arrogant people

Hobby: cleaning and organising

Talent: Keeping Ace, Deuce, and Grim from life threatening trouble

Unique Magic: n/a

Harry Leblanc

My bunny bby! Harry Leblanc (no relation to Neige LaBlanche) is a second year Heartslabyul student. He is inspired by the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland and is one of my favourite Oc’s (sorry everyone else 😅). I chose Harry because it sounds similar to “Hare” (I know rabbits and hares are different, but they have their similarities and I liked the name Harry), and then Leblanc which is a French surname that, from my research, was usually given to people who had very pale blond, or even white hair. Seemed fitting for a White Rabbit inspired character!

Harry is the son of the Rosehearts family butler (who is also very loosely based on the White Rabbit. Harry is much closer to the character in terms of personality and appearance. His dad is just a white rabbit beastman like Harry), and has known Riddle since they were both little. I won’t go to much into their history together because it would include major Book 1 spoilers, but in essence; Harry was like Riddle’s personal attendant (he pretty much made sure Riddle studied and got to lessons on time). He always wanted to be friends with Riddle, but because of his quiet nature and his position in the house Harry didn’t really feel like they could be friends. So instead Harry did whatever he could to help Riddle out and keep him company. After the events of Book 1, Riddle and Harry have been working towards forming a truer friendship 😌.

In terms of personality, Harry is pretty close to his inspiration character with maybe an extra sprinkling of ✨anxiety✨. Harry is usually very quiet, soft spoken, and holds a lot of personal guilt for some events from his childhood. Because of his shyness, Harry often has some trouble expressing his feelings especially if it goes against someone he cares about. This is seen pretty well with Riddle’s harsh punishments for breaking dorm rules. Harry had a feeling that what was happening was wrong, but because he was to anxious to actually say something to Riddle, he ended up unintentionally enabling the behaviour. He is also almost always seen wearing his uniform gloves (even in casual wear) because he finds that they help him from picking at his hands, which is a nervous habit he had developed when he was young.

Other than his shy/anxiousness, Harry is also quite jittery and scares easy. Despite his excellent hearing, If Harry isn’t paying attention and you walk up to him you will spook the poor bun. Epel has spooked Harry a few times, completely on accident, simply because Harry wasn’t paying attention. Harry is also often described as always being in a hurry. He’s a big stickler for being on time (very similar to Riddle and his obsession with rules) and is quite obsessive when it comes to his schedules. While he can get a lot done in an effective manner, Harry will panic when his schedule is thrown off by even a second. After Book 1 Harry has begun to slowly loosen up on his tight scheduling, and it seems that he doesn’t panic as much if he’s the one changing things around. Harry has a habit of tapping things to mark the time. For example, when there is only 15 minutes left in class, he’ll tap the table or a book fifteen times and then will tap every five minutes (ten taps to five taps to class being over).

Harry is quite reliable and loyal though! He’s always willing to help his friends and does enjoy spending time with others he is close to. Harry does also have a slight temper. It’s not to terrible and it takes a lot for him to lose it, but his dorm mates have said it’s unsettling because of how quiet Harry normally is. He has totally thrown Riddle over his shoulder to defuse an argument. His ears are also very expressive and it’s pretty easy to tell how he’s feeling, especially if you are well versed in Bunny body language.

Harry is cisgender and identifies as AroAce! He is also quite intelligent and observant. I also mentioned this before, but Harry and Neige are NOT related, they just happen to have the same last name (slightly different spellings though).

Some other fun facts!

Age: 17

Best subject: Ancient curses

Birthday: December 25th

Class: 2-E

Club: Equestrian club

Height: 175 cm/5’7" (excluding ears), 179 cm/5’9" (including ears)

Homeland: The Queendom of Roses

Dominant hand: Right

Favourite food: fresh berries

Least favourite food: meat

Dislikes: being late

Hobby: scheduling and event planning

Talent: remembering obscure facts about others

Unique Magic:

Late for an Important Date- Harry’s unique magic allows him to steal the magical energy of another person and use that energy to slow or completely reverse time. The more energy taken the stronger the magics effect. Harry doesn’t use it often because it can cause overblot fairly quickly, so he tries to only use it for emergencies.

Rook Queen

Say hello to my other Wonderland bby! While not an animated Disney movie, I’m a fan of the live action Alice in Wonderland especially The White Queen (I think she’s pretty 🥰)! So Rook is inspired by the White Queen! I chose Rook as their name becuase the White Court (in both movies and the book) have a lot of chess inspiration - like how the Queen of Hearts has playing card inspiration - and I felt that Rook was a good fit! And then Queen for the last name for just simplicity sake. It also slipped my mind that Rook was a character when I came up with the name, but they go to different schools so who’s gonna stops me?

Rook is a second year student of Royal Sword Academy and they’re Riddles older cousin (Rook is six months older than Riddle). Since I think RSA would likely have a similar dorm system (since the two schools in themselves are very similar), Rook is the housewarden for their dorm (its similar to the White Queens castle in the live action movie with other wonderland Easter eggs).

Rook is very well respected by their dorm students because of their calm and patient personality. They are always willing to assist their students, and others in the school regardless of year and is kind to most everyone. Similar to Riddle who idolises the Queen of Hearts, Rook idolises The White Queen. They are a pacifist, refusing to harm any living thing, and is very gentle with others. Rook is also far more lenient with rules as compared to Riddle, mainly because they did not grow up in a strict household. They are a very easy going and laid back individual and find great enjoyment in spending time with their more “mad” friends. Though they do have a slight temper, it takes A LOT for Rook to lose it.

Rooks favourite pastime is to host Unbirthday tea parties at their dorm which tend to be much livelier than the ones at Heartslabyul (according to Che’nya). I have this headcanon that the Heartslabyul unbirthdays are a modified version of a “traditional” unbirthday, as the Queen of Hearts likely added more rules to hold more control. So I like to think Rook’s parties are more along the lines of the “traditional” version which would be more whimsical and “mad”. Though that’s not to say that Rook finds one version superior to the other. Rook is more than willing to follow the Queens rules for a Heartslabyul unbirthday if they were to ever attend one.

Like with Harry, I can’t divulge much of their relationship with Riddle and their aunt just because it would hold spoilers. But what I will say is that Rook and Riddle weren’t close growing up because Rook’s family moved away when they were still young. They did however write to each other often so they still had a little bit of a relationship. Rook’s mother also didn’t get along well with her sister (Riddle’s mother) because of their differing opinions on how a child should be raised. Rook still loves Riddle dearly and hopes that, now that they’re older, they can have a closer relationship. They are also very grateful that Riddle formed such a good friendship with Trey and Che’nya.

Similar to the White Queen, Rook is said to walk very gracefully, and is often described as “dancing” when they walk. This gracefulness often seeps into other aspect of their demeanour such as their way of speaking, writing, and even how they eat and drink. Rook - and his mother - are also very skilled in potions making. Their mother is a magical doctor, but owns a very small clinic that focuses more on healing potions and herbal medicine. Mrs. Queen is also well known for baking potions into food to make it easier for some to take. One example of this are the “Eat me cakes” (or Upelkuchen, its actual name) which are just tea cakes infused with a very potent growth potion. Rook has a habit of making regular tea cakes and decorating them to look like Upelkuchen usually as a harmless prank. They especially enjoy sending them to Riddle just for a bit of fun.

Rook is good friends with their dorm mates Che’nya, Jack March (my March Hare inspired character), Terrance Hatter (my Mad Hatter inspired character), and Alister Carroll (my Alice inspired character).

Rook is also Nonbinary (they/them) and demisexual.

Some fun facts:

Age: 17

Best Subject: Magical potions

Birthday: March 14th

Class: 2-A

Club: unknown

Height: 175cm/5’7”

Homeland: Queendom of Roses

Dominant hand: Right

Favourite food: walnut tarts

Least favourite food: overly salty foods

Dislikes: violence

Hobby: Throwing Unbirthday tea parties

Talents: Potion making and baking

Unique Magic: unknown

As you can see, I have quite a few Alice in Wonderland inspired characters…that’s because it’s one of my favourite movies and they have quite a few characters that can be turned into twst characters. Like I could probably make a number of chess piece inspired characters as dorm students at RSA, or even other card soldier inspired characters for Heartslabyul.

For Harry and Rook I tried to take inspiration from the books and both animated/live action movies. I feel like I can get a good pool of characteristics to pick from if I pull from other sources. That can also be said for Jack, Terrance, and Alister.

It’s also a complete coincidence that I made all three of these characters ace in some capacity. When I give my characters sexualities I tend to just go with what I feel is right, I don’t put much thought into it 😅

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed! I’m willing to answer any other questions about these bby’s! I’m also trying to think of a name for Rook’s dorm, so if anyone as suggestions let me know!

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #heartslabyul #night raven college #royal sword academy #these three are my baby’s and I love them #my rook has accidentally sent riddle actual Upelkuchen before #they forgot which batch was regular tea cakes and which ones were magic cakes #riddle no longer trusts rook’s tea cakes unless they are proven to be safe #would anyone be interested in hearing more about my unbirthday hc’s?#or even my wonderland rsa dorm idea?#chenya #Aruchēmi Aruchēmievichi Pinkā #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #deuce spade #Twst yuu #twst mc

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rubix-writings · 3 years

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Punisher Pt. 12

Twelfth part of Punisher. This is a Chicago PD/Fire imagine with an original character. I don’t own any of the plot points or characters from the show. Also, it doesn’t follow any particular season or sequence in the shows.

Series Summary: Josephine (Jo) never expected to find support and pure love when she left Los Angeles. She ran away to Chicago and was content with living an insignificant, hidden life. But everything changes when she walks into Molly’s to get a job.

Josephine (OC) x Jay Halstead

The italicized lines are internal thoughts of the character.

Warnings: gun & violence, anxiety

For the first time in a long time, I felt safe. Wrapped tightly in Jay’s strong arms, I’ve never slept better. I’ve been awake for a while, but couldn’t bring myself to leave the warmth of Jay’s bed. The golden light from the sun softly shines through the curtains, bouncing off the brick wall. I close my eyes trying to take in the smell from Jay’s sheets, his bed is way more comfortable than mine. Jay stirs and then kisses my covered shoulder.

“Good morning,” his voice is rough and low. “Coffee?” I nod, desperately needing the boast of caffeine. Jay gets out of bed and strolls into the kitchen to start the coffee pot. His boxers sit low on his hips, his abs and muscles in full view. I rise up in bed, leaning my back against the headboard. Perfect doesn’t even begin to describe last night, somehow my time with Jay is only getting better. Jay returns with two mugs of hot coffee.

“Thank you,” I say, reaching out for the mug. Jay puts his on the bedside table before taking a seat on the edge of the bed next to me. His arm rests over the comforter on top of my lap.

“You look really good in my shirt,” I look down to Jay’s white t-shirt that comfortably covers me.

“You think so?”

“One hundred percent,” Jay grabs my mug and places it down next to his before climbing on top of the bed. I laugh as Jay kisses my face and pulls me on top of him. I straddle his waist, his hands travel down my sides to rest on my thighs.

“Any chance you can call in sick?” Jay smirks before kissing my lips.

“I can’t, we have a meeting with the deputy commissioner today. All hands on deck,” I groan. “Besides, don't you have a shift?”

“Yes, but not till a little later,” Jay flips me over so my back sinks into the bed. Jay begins placing soft kisses on my neck and his rough hands slide underneath the t-shirt. I bite my bottom lip to keep in the moan building in my throat. Jay’s face hovers over mine.

“I’m gonna go shower,” he whispers. Jay climbs off the bed, leaving me alone.

“That’s cruel!”

“Drink your coffee,” he shouts back. Once I hear the shower begin to run, I crawl over to my coffee mug. After a few sips, I stand up and start gathering my clothes. It’s more of a scavenger hunt, so it took longer than expected. I pull on my underwear and start looking for my jeans. Jay emerges from the bathroom with a towel around his waist.

“Looking for something?” He asks.

“My jeans,” I continue to look around the room, but get whipped by something. I look down to the floor to see my jeans in a loose ball. “Thanks.”

I pull my jeans on, but leave on Jay’s t-shirt and make my way to the open bathroom.

“There’s an extra toothbrush under the sink,” Jay shouts. I splash some water on my face and begin brushing my teeth. “At the risk of sounding incredibly eager, are you free for dinner tonight? I do owe you an actual meal,” I see Jay leaning on the door frame through the mirror, sadly fully clothed.

“Yeah, I get off early today,” I say with the toothbrush in my mouth, I spit the foam into the sink. “I can pick up groceries and make something at my place, if you want to meet me there.”

“Yeah, or we can meet here. I’ll pick you up,” Jay counters quickly. I wipe my face before turning to face him.

“Jay, why are you avoiding my place?” I lean back against the counter.

“I’m not avoiding it,” I raise my eyebrows at him. “It’s just I don’t want to be doing the walk of shame past Hermann.”

“Well maybe you should’ve thought about that before offering me up to the Hermann household.”

“I did not ‘offer you up.’ You needed out of that death trap of an apartment,” I laugh and walk past Jay out of the bathroom.

“Well would you look at the time, I should be getting off to the bar,” I walk over towards the front of Jay’s apartment to grab my coat.

“Are we not past this? I thought we talked through this?” I slip into my coat and smile.

“No we have, and that’s why I’ll see you at my place after work,” Jay laughs. He walks towards me as I gather the last of my things.

“You do look really good in my shirt,” he wraps his arms around my waist under the coat, his large hands lay flat against my back.

“Flattery will get you nowhere,”I kiss his lips quickly before leaving the apartment.

“Text me when you get there, please,” he yells.

Finally, the bitter Chicago air was starting to warm up. Well, warm enough for my face and fingers not to freeze. I arrived at Molly's after grabbing coffee, since I never finished the one at Jay’s.

I like opening the bar, it’s quiet, everything is clean. I get to blast whatever music I want without having to hear anyone’s opinions on Joan Jett. I go about my usual routine as I walk into the bar - throw my things in the office and then start to look behind the bar to see if I need to start opening new bottles of liqueur. The clanging of the glass bottles mixed with the music coming from my phone create a calm space. My mind wanders to the previous night with Jay, like a lovesick teenager. The joyful memories are cut short when the front door opens and closes. I locked the door, right?

A tall, large man stands with his back towards me. My heart begins to pound and my fingers go numb. The man turns around, his face is slightly creased and his hair is grey. His eyes look around the bar, avoiding looking at me. I swallow, hoping that’ll hide the fear rising in my throat.

“We’re closed,” I say, but the man doesn’t pay any attention to me. I move from behind the bar. “Hey, I said we’re closed,” I’m surprised by the power behind my statement as I move towards the man.

The man moves quickly, drawing a gun from behind his back. It feels like all the blood is drained from my body, my ears start ringing from the overwhelming situation. I’ve never looked down the barrel of a gun before and I can’t tear my eyes away from the small, circle opening.

“What do you want?” he moves towards me, I want to run, scream anything, but my body is frozen in place.

“Are you Josephine?” my eyes snap up to his face as soon as my name left his mouth. The man keeps moving towards me and finally my body jolts away. I run towards the back exit to get away from him. The man moves quickly to grab my body and slam me into a nearby wall, his gun is now pressed into the side of my skull. “I guess there’s my answer,” he sneers.

I don’t care about the gun, I try to push him off, but his grip snaps around my throat making me stop. His grip is tight, so tight I can’t pry his fingers off. Just as the black spots started to encroach on my vision, the man threw me towards the middle of the bar. My throat burns from the fresh air, coughs rack my body as I try to breathe. As I start to come to I realize the music stopped - Jay. The man stomps towards me grabbing my hair and shoving his face into mine.

“I’m sorry about this, don’t make it harder than it needs to be,” the music keeps cutting in and out from multiple phone calls.

“He’s not going to stop calling, he’ll come here,” I say while looking him dead in the eyes.

“I’m planning on it.”

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alonelytinywriter · 4 years

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Anonymous ~ do you write smut? because if you write smut you should write another villain!au w/ All Might x fem oc where he breaks into her house and fucks her in every hole available and doesn’t let her cum the whole time and cums in her so much her tummy expands and he fucks her right into her womb and it’s just lots of noncon and him making her do whatever he wants her to do. please don’t use my user name I don’t know how to make it not show it. Thxs you!!!!!

*Flames red, fans self, and cracks knuckles* You got it baby, and no problem, name removed! I hope you like it Darling. It’s my first real attempt at writing smut and hopefully it’s what you had in mind. You’re, uh, you are age appropriate for such requests, correct? *Harshly raises eyebrow in judgement* Also, I’m pretty sure that there’s an option around your username that asks if you want to be anonymous? I could be wrong? *Edit - So, it turns out that I didn’t have the Asks set up properly and you couldn’t ask anonymously, and I am so sorry!*

Warnings: Mature 18+. Smut. Non-con. Shameless, indulgent, request inspired, filth. Real rapey folks. Anal play. Nipple play. Throat fuck. Vaginal Sex. Orgasm control/denial. Daddy kink (implications). Super unrealistic descriptions of how everything works out with the size difference. (Please never look at John. K. Peta in Google. Just. Just don’t.) A mess of curse words. Lots of cum/cum inflation. Cervix penetration. Kidnapping. Graphic descriptions of everything mentioned. It’s fuckin’ filthy y’all. Ye have been warned.

Yandere! Villain! All Might / Original Female Character

Playlist - The HU (Mongolia) Radio ~ Pandora

Name: Kauri Zenigata ~ Birthday: July 7th ~ Age: 24 ~ Hair Color: Blonde ~ Eye Color: Blue ~ Gender: Female ~ Height: 5′1′’ ~ Quirk: Usagi ~ Occupation: Pole Dancer

Appearance: Kauri is a short girl of a relatively slender build compared to the other girls who work at the gentleman’s club, who has notably large rabbit-like feet as well as two large white ears on her head. Her appearance is rather rabbit-like in general: she has a very fluffy tail at the base of her spine, the tips of her fingers have soft pink pads rather than fingerprints, her eyes are large and coltish; she also demonstrates some rabbit-like mannerisms, like hopping instead of running in life or death situations and thumping her feet against the floor to alert others in her area to danger. Her hair is light blonde, and is very long, although the curls cause it to fall no further than her waist. ~ Most, if not all of Kauri’s clothes outside work come from the thrift markets around town, and she’s managed to collect a rather large closet filled with Mori Kai fashion - loosely fighting layers of garments such as floaty dresses and cardigans. Her clothes all come from natural fabrics and tend to be hand-made or vintage accessories with nature themes.

Quirk: Usagi (Rabbit) ~ Kauri’s Quirk gives her both physical attributes and abilities of a rabbit. This gives her heightened leg strength, allowing her to jump and kick with extreme force. She also has excellent hearing thanks to her rabbit-like ears, and possess animal instincts that alert her to nearby danger.

Power - 4/5 ~ Speed - 5/6 (S) ~ Technique - 2/5 ~ Intelligence - 3/5 ~ Cooperativeness - 5/5

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~ Kauri Zenigata arrives home after working an exhausting night and barely manages to wipe away the heavy stage makeup from her face and change from the barely there underwear she wears for her work into a pair of plain black panties and a tank-top of the same color. The moment her head hits the pillows her body melts into the mattress and everything goes dark behind her eyelids. She doesn’t feel like she’s been asleep long at all when she feels a heavy weight holding her down and she wakes up to find a looming shadow above her, a single hand pressed into her wrists while a second stroked and touched her body. He’s already talking when she wakes and when she listens to the words her blood runs cold.

~ “ -little angel. So perfect. Such a dirty little slut. You like it, huh? Dressing like a slut and dancing in front of all those men? You’ve been asking for someone to fuck you for a long time. Gonna wreak that pretty little pussy of yours, baby girl.” Even if his voice hadn’t been instantly recognizable the piercing blue eyes cutting through the darkness certainly were, and Kauri’s situation came to her in a rush.

~ She was no longer wearing the clothes she had fallen asleep in, she realized, and there was something hard and stiff rubbing against her stomach; after a fleeting moment of confusion, Kauri realized that it was his dick rubbing against her pussy while the tip leaked pre-slick above her navel. Long and thick and so hard she could feel every vein as they passed over her freshly waxed slit, his shaft was nearly as large as her forearm. “No! No, no, no -” Kauri begins to scream, and she suddenly regrets living in such a remote part of town. It had seemed so nice, not having any neighbors for three blocks in any direction, but now, with Japan’s Number One Villain forcing her back into the mattress, pressing his obvious erection against her, it suddenly seemed as if she might as well be on Jupiter. “No!”

~ The laugh that leaves All Smite is booming. “Come now, darling. You work at a gentleman’s night club. You can’t tell me that you haven’t expected this - haven’t expected what would happen to you if anyone ever thought to follow you home.” All Smite begins to laugh again when Kauri starts to cry, huge tears pooling against her lashes before falling into her pale hair. Words of denial and refusal continued to fall from her lips, but they were incoherent between the hiccuping sobs that escaped with every breath, her body nearly vibrating as All Smite leaned forward so that his teeth could scrap across the sensitive skin on her neck and chest.

~ Kauri’s voice rose to a wailing cry when he pulled her to the edge of the bed and bent her at the waist so that her hips were pulled up into the air. His mouth latched onto the smooth lips of her pussy and sucked - hard. His teeth followed after and Kauri’s voice continued to rise and fall as All Smite abused the soft slit before him. Drawing back, All Smite felt the girls legs shaking where they rested against his shoulders, her back pressed against his chest, and he smiled wolfishly. With one hand, he held her in the air by a single ankle, and with the other he spread her swollen, bruised, beautiful pussy lips wide, her slit bare before him; a second later his lips and teeth latch onto her clit, making Kauri’s legs to go stiff and her entire being to go hot - hot - her hips began to thrust against his tongue, a wave a pleasure rising up in a white hot pulsating tide that was seconds away from washing over her -

~ And then All Smite removed his mouth, stopping all stimulation and the moan of frustration that leaves Kauri’s mouth is absolutely filthy as her pussy clenches around nothing in a dry imitation of an orgasm. “Oh, no, baby. Good girls don’t cum without their Daddy’s permission. You’re so small, you know. Like fucking with a little girl.” All Smite let Kauri fall limply onto the bed, her head hanging from the edge. His fingers slipped into her mouth and he forced them in and out after commanding her to suck. Kauri, who very much so wished she was brave enough to bite the villains fingers as a way to show him that he didn’t own her, began to openly weep as All Smite continued to speak. “Oh baby girl, so fucking small. Like a little doll. Gonna fuck you up and take you home so I can do it all over again. Gonna ruin that pretty little pussy of yours, and fuck this cute little mouth-pussy until your lips are swollen and you can’t breath without my dick in your throat.”

~ All Smite removed his fingers from her mouth, wet and glistening with her saliva, and found her nipples, pinching hard enough that Kauri’s mouth opened into an immediate yelp of pain. The sound was cut short, however, when All Smite pressed his hips forward, burying the head of his dick into her mouth. “If you bite me, I’ll break your neck, little girl.” And Kauri believed him. It didn’t matter how fast she knew she could be - how strong - All Smite could break her in a second if he wanted. But he hadn’t. Not yet, at the very least if you didn’t count the bruises Kauri could feel forming on her wrists and neck.

~ “Mmmphh!!” Kauri’s hands flew to All Smite’s thighs, pushing away, trying desperately to breath past All Smite’s length when it hit the back of her throat and then continued. Thrashing, Kauri’s hips rolled across the bed despite All Smite’s hands on her lower back, and he groaned, “Ahhh, c’mon, don’t struggle. That’s it. Swallow baby.” All Smite pulled back when only half his dick was buried in her throat, his glacier blue eyes flashing for a moment before he smiled, teeth wicked sharp in the darkness of the room, and then he thrust forward, encasing the length of his dick to the base. With Kauri’s nose buried against the fine golden hair just above the base of his cock, he began to snap his hips forward, while one hand slid to focus on her abused slit while the other pinched and pulled her puffy nipples. His words began to assault her ears as he continued to fuck her throat, muttering vile, degrading things when her pussy began to produce slick. He gathered the wetness and began to pool it upward, rubbing against the small star bud so close to the entrance of her pussy. For a moment - only a moment - All Smite pulled back, his dick resting along the side of her face, and she wondered why until All Smite slipped two thick fingers into her ass, slamming them to the last knuckle with no warming before scissoring them inside her, stretching her open. “Didn’t want you to bite my dick off when I did that.” All Smite muttered against her back as she shrieked, before nipping at her bottom with his teeth, causing her to convulse.

~ All Smite began to against her wet heat once again, even as he thrust his fingers into her again and again, ignoring her pleas to stop. The pleasure was back, spreading through her pussy and making her clit feel as if it were on fire, the throbbing unbearable as she felt the pleasure spike as All Smite rubbed at the swollen button of flesh. The fingers in her ass were pumping into her vigorously, making her backside burn like ice as the pain mixed with the pleasure from her clit. The mixture was overwhelming and she began to whine low in her throat. She was close - so close - almost - All Smites fingers found her clit again, pinching this time, causing Kauri’s faint moans to change to a hoarse scream as the pleasure turned to pain and the orgasm was forced away once again. All Smite wasted no time in pressing his dick back into her mouth, thrusting forward hard and fast all at once, the whole length of him in her throat before she can take a breath.

~ I . . . c - can’t . . . breathe . . . Kauri’s eyes rolled upwards, vision blurring into a wall of golden light. The throbbing in her clit was beginning to rise once again as All Smite rolled the bud between his fingertips. “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming, baby girl. That’s it!” All Smite’s roar drowned out the sound of Kauri’s feeble cry around his cock when he abandoned her clit just as she retched the edge of yet another ruined orgasm and instead threaded his fingers through her hair, forcing the whole of his penis into her mouth and throat as thick ropes of cum erupted into her esophagus. His fingers massaged her scalp and ears as his hips continued to give sudden, jerky thrusts, holding her down with his length still buried in her throat. Kauri could see black spots beginning to dance before her eyes, could feel of him pulsing inside her neck, blocking her airway. Her head began to spin and her hands, which had been pressing against the villain’s hips, fell to the bed, fingers dangling limply towards the floor. “That’s a good girl. But what’s wrong, your heartbeat feels faint. Doesn’t it feel good baby girl?”

~ Kauri couldn’t be sure, but she thinks that she passed out with his shaft still forcing her throat to stretch, because the next thing she knows, she’s laying with her back against the bed instead of her stomach and All Smite is smiling down at her in a way that makes her stomach curdle. His fingers pinch and pull her nipples, massaging her generous breasts as he spoke softly to her, his voice nearly inaudible as he seems to speak with himself over her small body. His fingers soon moved from gently tugging and pulling at her rosy nipples to twisting them and pulling against them so the weight of her breast hug from their tips making Kauri cry out.

~ Something jingles loudly in All Smite’s hands, but before Kauri can give the sound a second thought something cold and heavy and tight wrapped around the base of each nipple and the pain that seemed to engulf her breasts made her scream high and loud, her voice breaking at the end as she scrambles to move away, to protect herself from more pain. Her leg jerks from his grasp and a moment later her foot - large, furry, and strong - hits his chest with enough force to make All Smite’s breath rush from his lungs. Glaring, All Smite easily slips a hand around a singe hips the moment she manages to move to her hands and knees, the weighted clamps attached to her nipples pulling against the sensitive flesh painfully, and he yanks her back in one fluid motion. Kauri screams again when her weight is forced onto her chest, rubbing and pressing against her nipples so that her screams continue as he easily forces her over his lap.

~ “Where do you think you’re going, baby girl?” All Smite’s voice cracks as he begins to fondle her ass, spanking her ever time she seems to become too comfortable with his touches. It was after his hands fell upon her ass in a quick succession of blows that Kauri lost count of when he slipped his fingers between the folds of her pussy to find it absolutely soaking wet. “Holy fuck, are you - are you liking this?” All Smite asks, mocking her with the tone of his voice and the fingers that skimmed the surface of her swollen clit, making her entire body tremble. The immediate, feeble ‘no’ that leaves Kauri’s mouth causes All Smite to smile, his hands already pulling her up so that she was sitting across his lap, the head of his dick resting against the bottom of her sternum while her hips strained to spread far enough to allow his thighs between her own.

~ When All Smite moves to position Kauri over the head of his shaft by lifting her as if she weighs no more than a kitten, the swollen tip leaking pre-slick across her already soaked entrance, her voice raises in level once more. Her voice raw and rasping, Kauri begin to struggle against him once more, shaking her head. “It won’t fit - too big - you can’t - no.” She knew that her words were disjointed, that they didn’t make sense, but as she felt the large head of All Smite’s shaft begin to force its way into her body, Kauri swore she could feel her pelvic bones creaking. It hurt, hurt, hurt, and All Smite wasn’t stopping, not when her nails scrapped across the skin of his chest and forearms, not when her back arched in an attempt to throw herself from his hold, not when she screamed so loudly her voice broke and suddenly became nothing more than a rasping squeak. He had only managed to force the head of his dick inside her entrance and already it felt as if he were splitting her in two. Her neck felt weak and Kauri couldn’t seem to hold her head up as All Smite rolled his hits into hers, chuckling when she stiffened and whimpered, eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks.

~ “Still awake down there, baby girl?” All Smite chuckled, pulling back so that the swell of the tip of his shaft rested against her folds. Her hands were slack against his chest and it seemed as if her eyes might be rolled into the back of her head. “Hey, c’mon now, you’ll want to wake up for this next part. It should be . . . Plus Ultra.” All Smite laughed, the old saying from his high school days rolling from his tongue easily as his hands gripped her hips tightly then, giving her no room to move as he pressed his hips forward - and then he surged upward and Kauri wailed as his length sunk into her heat.

~ “You’re breaking me! I”m breaking - you’re going to break me - I can’t!” All Smite laughed and told her what nonsense that was - “After all a woman’s pussy’s meant to have a baby and as flattering as that is, my dicks no where near the size of a baby.” - and then he was moving, the length of his dick showing through the bulge in her stomach each time he thrust. Kauri continued to wail, unable to help the sounds escaping her mouth as All Smite bounced her on his lap. With her back pressed against his chest it was easy to reach the swollen bud between her legs and he rubbed it aggressively as he began to bounce her, and her nails dug almost painfully into his wrist as her walls began to flutter around his shaft. He waited until the fluttering stuttered and her breath caught before he pulled his fingers away. The orgasm was further halted by his other hand pulling one of the clamps on her nipples sharply and suddenly so that it pulled from her skin with a loud snap. “I told you, only good girl get to cum and you’ve not proven that you’re a good girl yet, have you?”

~ She lost the second clamp when All Smite denied her yet again and her thoughts were beginning to go fuzzy around the edges. She didn’t scream when the nipple clamp was painfully pulled from her body, but she did begin to sob when All Smite pulled his dick from her pussy with an audible pop and a rush of fluid down her thighs. Her pussy clenched painfully at nothing and All Smite turned her so that he could watch as she trembled in his arms. “Fuck baby girl, gonna cum soon and fill that pretty pussy of yours with my cum.”

~ Pulling her up he dropped her down again with no warning, and he groaned as he felt her battered cervix give beneath the pressure and the last few inches of his shaft slipped inside as he moved impossible deeper into her slit. “Wha - !? Uahhhh! No! Nooo!” Kauri wailed. All Smite’s hands wrapped around her waist and he smiled. “Do you feel that baby? Feel your womb getting pushed up? Your so stuffed with my cock that I can feel your ovaries.” Kauri’s face flushed violently and she shook her head when All Smite’s fingers danced across the skin of her belly. “No! Stop it! Don’t - you can’t do this! You can’t! You can’t!” All Smite laughed through each word by pulling back till only the tip of his shaft lay inside her before pushing forward with as much force as he possible could. His fingers found her clit again and he rubbed with a single minded intent and for a moment, a fleeting moment, Kauri thought he might finally allow her to tip over the edge but then he leaned down close to her ear, “Fuck, baby girl. Fuck, I’m . . . I’m gonna cum! I’m - I’m cumming!”, and he pulled his finger away and left her teetering at the edge once more, her voice a breathless whine as her body shook on his dick.

~ Kauri could feel the rush of liquid as it filled her, but she couldn’t bring herself to care as All Smite continued to swipe his fingertips against the swollen bud that was throbbing painfully between her legs. She was cramping, the pressure from the villain’s cum trapped within her pussy causing the swelling of her stomach to grow. The shape of All Smite’s dick became less pronounced and then disappeared all together while he continued to pump into her slit, each thrust filling her with more and more of his essence. “Such a good girl.” All Smite crooned into her ear, his hand rubbing across her belly, which was swollen to the point she seemed nearly four months pregnant. “Such a good girl. If you keep being good I just might let you cum when we get home. I can’t wait to fuck you again. Such a good girl.”

#yandere #yandere thoughts #yandere all might #villain all might #bnha #yandere bnha #yandere my hero academia #all might #no beta ill die a (wo)man

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Ends of the Earth | Chapter 25

Fandom: The Mandalorian

Pairing: Mando x OC

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Summary: When Sinead's husband is ripped from her, she escapes the Hutt Empire and goes on a quest to find him. Since being a runaway slave in the Outer Rim isn't exactly easy, she makes the Mandalorian an offer he can't refuse, and soon they travel across the galaxy looking for her missing husband.

Chapter index

Chapter 25 - Family

First they had to get rid of all the bodies before the moon's entire bird population descended on the farm. The ones that hadn't disintegrated got piled onto a hovercart that Jami drove into the forest, where Sinead helped him throw the remains into a hollow and cover it up with mud. The forest was too wet for anything to burn, so a shallow grave became their final resting place.

Now they stood around a makeshift table outside the house, where Jami had drawn a vague outline of the mining station with some charcoal. The sun had reached the apex of the sky and was nearing the treeline. The barn creaked in the wind, sounding like strange echoes from the fight. Elia played in a patch of coarse grass.

"If we go in through the gas giant, we can get close without them noticing," Jami said, drawing a squiggly line under the station.

"The area around the station is filled with sensors. We'll never get close even if we go through the giant." Mando cocked his head to the side and studied the slapdash battle plan.

"Won't be a problem if we time it right; the gas giant overheats and throws out a frequency that scrambles the sensors. They won't see us unless they look out the window. And the best part is, they don’t even know about it. I found it when I was snooping through some files left over by the previous occupants."

"Still means we have to get through the hangar. The second we breach the magnetic field, they know we're there," said Mando.

Jami made an X over the column that made up the lower part of the station. "I found an old emergency exit down by the loading bay. The escape pods are long gone, but the magnetic field is still functional. It’ll be a tight squeeze but I’m sure your ship can make it."

"You sure he doesn't know about it?"

Jami scratched the side of his face, leaving behind a streak of coal dust. "I was the only one who bothered learning the layout when we first found the place. Doubt anyone's even thought about it since I left."

"Do I want to know what happened to the last owners?" Sinead asked. Her focus kept shifting from the battle plan to the ship where the child slept.

Laar stood between the house and the temporary war council, arms folded tightly across his chest.

"Place was abandoned when we found it." Jami drew a line through the station. "There's an access tunnel that runs all the way through the station. It was originally made for Ugnaughts, so it's too narrow for you-" he looked up at Mando- "but we can get to the control room and activate the blast shields, it'll lock every section of the station. Nothing's getting through those. The gas they extracted from the giant was apparently so unstable they needed it in case of explosions."

Sinead held up a hand. "Question: isn't that the gas giant we have to fly through?"

"From what I gathered, the gas only becomes unstable under very specific circumstances."

"Which are?"

Jami sighed. "The gas reacts to oxygen, so unless you open the ship in the middle of the cloud, we'll be fine."

Mando tapped on the table, drawing their attention to him. "What about when we get inside? Even if we activate the blast doors, we still don't know where Vekkass is or how many pirates there are. I counted eighteen last time."

"Hmm. Back when I left, there were around forty and I doubt he's been downsizing in my absence."

"Well, we killed eight of them." Sinead gestured in the general direction of the shallow grave.

"Eleven," Mando said. "There were three trying to break into the ship."

"Oh, good," Laar broke in, glancing darkly at the table. "So the place is crawling with anywhere between eighteen to forty pirates, you don't know where the one you're specifically looking for is, and the whole plan hinges on you timing your attack with a flare from a gas giant."

"I know where Vekkass is," Jami said. "He always stays in the same rooms close to the control room, place looks like a kriffin' throne room."

"We've been." Sinead tore her eyes away from the ship once again. "I told you Vekkass has something I need. Once I get it, I don’t really care what you do with him."

"Good."

"We should leave now," Mando said. "Before Vekkass realizes his men are dead."

Laar stepped up to the table and took Jami’s hand in both his own, giving him such an imploring look that Sinead had to avert her eyes.

"I can’t go yet." Jami’s jaw was set. "I need a couple of hours."

"We don’t have time for that; we’re gonna lose the element of surprise."

"A couple of hours won’t change anything."

"Your family isn't safe here. The faster we finish this, the faster you can come home."

"Give me until nightfall. That’s all I’m asking."

It occurred to Sinead that he needed time to say goodbye; there was no guarantee they were coming back despite what Jami said. If she died, all that would be left of her was vague recollections in a few slaves’ memories.

"Fine," she said before Mando had a chance to reply. "Just make sure you’re ready."

Laar squeezed Jami’s hand. "Thank you."

The voice modulator rustled as Mando breathed out a deep sigh, then stalked over to a small pile of weapons taken off the pirates.

Sinead was about to leave when she noticed the Togruta boy watching from the farmhouse door. "Seems like we got an audience."

Laar and Jami whirled around as the boy jumped down the steps. "You're going after that pirate-"

"Vyll-"

"I can help!"

Laar grabbed the boy by his bony shoulder.

"I heard everything you said! You need me to-"

"I need you to stay here-" Jami began, and Sinead took it as her cue to leave. Watching Jami and Laar's argument had been quite enough embarrassment for one day, and besides, she had seen enough of rebellious kids wanting to prove themselves. She perched on top of the fence surrounding the pasture and focused intently on the sad-looking weathervane on top of the house. A gust of wind swept across the ground, sending a shiver through her.

She was brought back by the sound of a slamming door. Jami and Laar were left standing by the table, and she watched Jami interlace his fingers with Laar, pulling him closer and murmuring something that only he could hear. Sinead looked away, a sudden sharp twinge in her chest.

After a little while, Jami appeared before her and leaned against the fence. "You okay?"

"Yeah. It's just that storming a pirate base based on a couple lines of charcoal is a first for me."

"Don't worry. I know the station inside out."

"Why? Doesn't sound like you did much mining."

He looked at his hands for some time, his lekku twitching. "Force of habit, I guess. Always needed to keep my eyes on the exits."

"Makes sense." She pulled absentmindedly at her jacket sleeve. "How'd you get away? From the Hutts, I mean."

He glanced at her, face carefully neutral but there was something fierce in his purple eyes.

The sky was slowly darkening. If he wanted to say goodbye, he was running out of time. She took a deep breath. "I ... I used to live on Sriluur. In the palace."

Once the words were out in the open it sounded almost unreal. In the span of a day, she had used her real name and told a near-stranger about her past; she hadn't even told Mando back when they first teamed up, instead letting him connect the dots himself. Her last defence mechanism was slipping out of reach.

Over by the pile of weapons, Mando seized moving.

"Oh." Jami was quiet for a long time. "You know Slezza’s dead?"

She pressed her lips together to stop a smile from breaking through. "Yeah, I heard. Happened after I escaped." It felt good retreating to the safety of the grey area between truth and lie.

"What's the story with the Mandalorian?" Jami turned to lean against the fence.

"’He’s helping me track someone. Feels like we’ve trawled through half of the Outer Rim."

"Who’re you looking for?"

She bit her lower lip and tapped an erratic rhythm against the wooden fence. "My husband."

"I see." The wind picked up again, and Jami crossed his arms across his chest. "I'm sorry, by the way, for taking you hostage."

"And threatening to paralyze me, don’t forget about that." Now that they weren’t at odds, she quite liked Jami. "Consider us even. We were here to drag you back to Vekkass."

"I’m glad you didn’t." A shadow crossed his eyes. "I want to end this, one way or another."

"We will."

Laar’s face appeared in one of the grimy windows and waved at Jami to come inside.

Jami pushed off the fence. "I better go inside." He called for Elia, who skipped across the muddy ground and practically launched herself into Jami's arms, making Sinead smile at the sight. The little girl ogled her over Jami's shoulder, and Sinead waved at her before they disappeared into the house.

Then it was just Sinead and Mando left, and she jumped down from the fence and made her way to the pile of weapons. "Find anything good?"

"Nothing worth keeping." Mando tossed a blaster back onto the stack.

"Shame." Sinead crouched down, picking up a vibro-blade and examined it in the golden light. She waited for him to start, but he seemed determined to make her ask. "You gonna tell me what happened back there?"

Mando examined a blaster carbine, running a thumb along the smudged barrel. The pause stretched into an awkward silence.

She clicked her tongue. "I feel like we've been through too much for you not to trust me."

With a start, he looked up. "I do ... trust you. That's not why ..." he stared down at the carbine again. "He’s done it before."

"Makes sense. You didn't seem that surprised."

"He saved my life, back when I first found him. I was about to be trampled by a mudhorn."

"A mudhorn?"

"He's strong."

The blade slipped out of her hand as she looked to the ship. How could such a little body hide so much power? "I guess we know why the Empire wants him. But why didn't you tell me before?"

"There wasn't any reason to. And you didn't tell me you had the whip the whole time."

She rolled her eyes, but he did have a point. Sort of. "You could have given me a heads up, a little clue so I knew what I was getting into."

"Would it have changed anything?"

"Of course not!" She glanced at him over the pile of weapons. The old carbine shouldn’t have been that interesting, but he kept turning it over in his hands, and for a long time the only sound was the creaking barn and wind rustling through the trees.

Mando cleared his throat. "Sinead?"

"Yeah?"

His hand found the rifle’s energy pack and pulled it out. "How did you escape the Hutts?" He spoke slowly like every word stuck in his throat.

The question caught her off guard and she chewed on the inside of her cheek. She rarely thought about it. "It's kind of a long story."

"You don't have to-"

"No, it's fine. I trust you, too." The tip of her tongue poked out between her lips as she thought. "Slezza and his coterie met the Empire on a yacht above Dennogra, something about meeting on neutral ground. They took me and a couple other palace slaves with them; you can’t expect the eminent Slezza to pour his own drinks, can you." She bared her teeth in a smile. "We weren’t told what we were there for, of course. I was there when they demonstrated the nau’orar. Slezza loved collecting all sorts of beautiful things."

While she spoke, Mando grew more and more still, looking down at the rifle in his hands.

"You’ve seen it in action. I don’t think there was a single person in that room not totally entranced. I’m sure Slezza would’ve given up his seat on the Hutt Council just to get his slimy hands on it."

After the demonstration, Jusgra had ordered her to fetch refreshments from the galley. Instead, her feet had taken her to the room where they kept the whip. She watched, out of sight, as one stormtrooper was called away, leaving only one left. The whip was lying on a pedestal, glittering in the light, and she had reached out to touch it.

"Kyen was already gone. Even if I failed, it wouldn’t really matter." She felt Mando’s eyes on her and a sudden warmth crept up her neck. "When I touched the whip, it was like … it was the first time in years I had held anything more deadly than a butter knife."

She killed the stormtrooper, strangled him with the whip, and then the clear memories went hazy like a damaged hologram. Colors and sounds melded together until she found herself in an escape pod hurtling towards Dennogra.

"I managed to stow away on a freighter heading away from Hutt space. And that's it." Her words faded into the cold air. Mando didn't say anything. She wished he would. He was the first person she'd told about her great escape, and it surprised her how easy it had come. It felt ... safe.

Before Mando had a chance to speak, the door to the farmhouse opened and spilled warm light across the ground. Laar took a lingering step outside, looked back into the house, then, with a resolute shake of the head, he approached them.

"Jami’s making dinner. It’s not much, but there should be enough for you if you want it." He crossed his arms over his chest and spoke to the ground.

"Thank you," Mando said.

"That’s very kind." Sinead got to her feet, wincing as her legs protested. A sudden twinge in her stomach reminded her that she hadn’t eaten all day, and it was even longer since she’d had a meal consisting of more than expired ration packets or watery soup.

Laar’s mouth pinched into a frown. "Quite." It was clear the little offering hadn't been his idea. He kept standing there, gaze firmly locked onto the tips of his worn boots.

Mando stood and threw the blaster carbine back onto the pile; the resulting sound shook Laar out of whatever funk he’d been in. "Jami saved us, you know. He doesn’t like me saying it but it’s true. We would’ve died out here if it wasn’t for him. Please-" he finally looked up- "keep him safe."

Mando was unwilling or unable to move, so Sinead took a step forward. "We’ll do our best, but this isn’t a quick trip down the Corellian Run; It's gonna be dangerous."

"I know that," Laar snapped. "Just … watch his back, okay? I'll send Jami out with your food." With that he turned and marched back into the house.

Sinead stared after him. "That was … odd. As if we wouldn’t have Jami’s back."

"He doesn’t trust us."

"Can’t really blame him for that."

Mando made a disgruntled noise. "We should’ve been on our way by now."

"Jami needs to say goodbye. And even if Vekkass knew that his crew had failed, he wouldn't have time to send another one. It's only a couple of hours."

"Hm. I hope you’re right." He shifted his weight from foot to foot. "I’ll go sweep the forest before we leave."

She cast a look around the silent forest. If they had overlooked any pirates hidden in the undergrowth, they would probably have struck by now. "Sure. I’ll go check on the kid. Don’t get lost."

Wind blew through the treetops, and Sinead pulled her jacket closer as she watched him disappear into the semi-permanent darkness.

It was about an hour before sunset. Sinead sat cross-legged on the floor of the Crest, the child before her, who was watching her every move with his big, bottomless eyes. Mando hadn’t returned yet but he was undoubtedly the most dangerous thing in the forest.

"Okay, pay attention." She held a pebble in her outstretched hand. "I’m gonna let this go, and you’re gonna make it float. Got it?"

He blinked up at her.

"That’s right. One, two, three!"

The pebble clattered to the floor.

"Okay, that’s fine, we’ll just try again."

On the fourth try, the pebble bounced away. The kid tilted his head to the side with a small coo.

"That’s not gonna work."

She gave a start and looked up at the open entrance where Mando stood watching. How long had he been there? He could move almost silently when he wanted. "How do you know?"

"He's only done it once before with the mudhorn. I don't think he can do ... whatever it is unless there’s danger." He stepped into the ship and kicked the pebble down the ramp.

"Huh." Lifting the kid to eye height, she peered at him. "You just keep getting more and more intriguing. We really don't know anything about you."

A pleasant smell spread all through the hull as Mando came into view and placed a steaming plate piled high with roasted meat and freshly baked bread. The kid let out a loud babble, and Sinead struggled to her feet.

"I met Jami on my way back," Mando said as a way of explaining.

"I can’t remember the last time I ate a vegetable that hadn’t been rehydrated." She watched Mando pull out two chipped bowls. "At least I think it’s vegetables. Or maybe Laar is trying to poison us."

"Mhm. If I was trying to kill you, I wouldn’t do it with poisoned food."

"Remind me to never accept any food from you."

"I just said I wouldn’t poison you."

She let out a snort of laughter, and a moment of comfortable silence passed over them.

"You seem a lot happier."

"There was something about his voice, so deep and calm, which sent a prickle along the back of her neck, and she averted her eyes from what she wasn't entirely sure. Was he smiling underneath the helmet?

"We finally have an actual plan to take down a gang of pirates."

"Barely."

"Not like it’s stopped us before. Loovria was rushed at best."

"It was your plan."

Sinead was about to shoot back when her knees went weak as Mando tore the loaf of bread in two, releasing a puff of steam.

The kid made a shrill noise and reached for the food with stubby hands.

"I can take him."

"It’s fine. Go eat while it’s still hot. I can take it from here." The wriggling kid nearly slipped out of her hold.

"You sure?"

"I’m sure."

Mando disappeared up the ladder while Sinead sat down with her back against the wall and the kid sitting snugly on her lap. As soon as she placed the food within reach, he grabbed some meat and tore into it with surprising ferocity. She buried her nose in the bread and took a deep breath.

As they ate, Sinead's gaze wandered to the ladder that led to the cockpit. It was strange that Mando was so close and unmasked. He had been before, of course, but now it felt different. How long had it been since he had shared a meal with someone?

The kid cooed around a mouthful of bread.

It had to be very lonely.

... ... ... ... ...

It was time to leave.

The sun had dipped below the horizon and darkness descended on the forest moon in a flash, turning the trees into pitch black shadows. The farmhouse was an island of light in the middle of a deep void.

Sinead grunted and shifted her grip on the water tank before it slipped. The Crest was running low, and if there was one thing the moon had in abundance it was water. With a final wince, she twisted the canister into its spot on the underbelly of the ship and pushed the covering back into place.

The farmhouse door banged open and Jami came stalking out with Vyll hot on his heels.

"This discussion is over!"

"We haven't discussed anything! You just said no!" Vyll’s voice shook with indignation.

"Exactly. You're staying here and that is final."

"You can't keep me here!"

Mando was watching the scene from the bottom of the ramp, the child in his arms. She sidled up next to him. "Hey."

"Hey."

Jami rounded on Vyll and poked him in the chest punctuating every word. "You. Stay. Right. Here." Laar stood in the doorway, lips pinched into an anxious frown, carrying a sleepy Elia who pressed her face against his collar.

Sinead bumped her shoulder against Mando. "Remember to check the ship for stowaways before takeoff," she whispered with a faint smile.

He let out a dry chuckle, and she looked away, her smile growing.

"That ... thing gets to come!" Vyll yelled and gestured wildly at the child in Mando's arms. Beside her, Mando tensed. He did sort of have a point, even though Sinead wanted to disagree just on principle, but the kid would be safer staying at the farm. She didn't think Mando would see it that way.

"That's on them. Your safety is on me." Jami tried to put his hand on Vyll's shoulders, who wrenched out of his grip and stormed back into the house, nearly falling over his own feet. Laar made his way down the steps, and Jami pressed the heel of his hand against his eyes.

"We said sundown. The sun is down," Mando mumbled.

"A few minutes won't make a difference."

Jami pressed a kiss to Elia’s forehead, and she was sent back inside the house, staggering with fatigue. Reaching out, he laced his fingers through Laar’s.

That was their cue to leave. Mando left the kid on the bunk bed and disappeared into the cockpit, while Sinead started pushing around a couple of boxes to make room for their newest addition. The ship hadn’t been built for one person, let alone three, so it was going to be an uncomfortable ride no matter what.

Jami and Laar were visible through the open gate, standing close together. Behind them, the farmhouse spilled warm light out of every window. Her hands stilled as Jami leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Laar’s lips, and it suddenly felt like a weight had dropped on her chest.

A soft coo made her tear her eyes away. The kid was watching her from her bunk, ears drooping.

"It's okay," she murmured, picking him up. He nestled into the crook of her arm. "I'm okay."

"I'm ready to go." The voice made her jump. Jami stood in the opening with a pack slung over his shoulder and a resolute look in his eyes but his lekku betrayed him with every twitch of agitation.

"I’ll give Mando the go ahead."

The last glimpse before the ramp went up was Laar standing by the fence, hands clutching the railing like he would crumble to the ground without it.

Jami had thrown his pack into a corner and was sitting on a box of ammunition, staring desolately into the air.

"You'll be back with them in no time," Sinead said, sitting on the edge of the bunk. The kid babbled in agreement.

"Yeah."

"What's the story with them? The kids, I mean."

For a long time Jami watched her with an unreadable look in his eyes before they fell to the kid who had crawled onto Sinead’s lap. He pulled a loose thread off his jacket and rolled it between his hands. "I met them after leaving Vekkass and his gang. They were running from something too. And don’t even bother asking, it’s not my story to tell. We agreed it might be safer to stick together. Laar doesn’t have a lot of experience with the Outer Rim."

"He did look like he was afraid his rifle might come alive and shoot him instead."

Jami let out a short bark of laughter. "I’ve tried teaching him but at this point I don’t think it’ll ever take. It was meant to be temporary but you know how it is." There was a faint smile on his lips.

"Seems like you built quite a home for yourself."

"I did. Well …" his smile grew. "Neither me or Laar are big farmers, really. It’s more a necessity than anything else. Maybe when all this is over, we can find a real home."

The hum from the engine filled the silence, and there was a hollow feeling in the pit of Sinead's stomach. A small hand tugged on her sleeve, and she looked down at the kid whose little face was wrinkled in concern. She smoothed a thumb across his forehead.

"Never seen anything like it." Jami had stopped fidgeting with the string. "What is he?"

"I honestly have no idea."

"So he's not yours?"

"You see any resemblance between us?" This felt like safer ground, and she gave him a wry smile.

"Hey, resemblance has nothing to do with it. Neither Vyll or Elia looks like me, but they’re still my kids." Jami kicked his legs out and leaned back on his makeshift chair.

"You're right. But no, he isn't mine." She helped the kid down from the bunk and watched as he toddled across the floor, stopping briefly to examine Jami's shoe before moving on.

"So he's the Mandalorian's? Does that mean he's all ..." Jami gestured vaguely to his face.

Sinead let out a snort of laughter, and the child cooed from the other side of the ship. "No, no, he's ... he's not ..."

"You’ve seen him without the helmet?"

"No. It’s, uh- it’s a long story."

Jami shrugged and shifted on the box, trying to get comfortable.

"I’m sorry the accommodations are less than stellar. As you can see, this isn’t exactly the lap of luxury."

"I’ve stayed in worse places. It’s fine."

The ship shook as it entered hyperspace, and Sinead imagined she could feel the weight of the dimension pressing in all around them. The thought was comforting in a way. For a while she was locked in a tiny metal box plucked out of reality. Once they reached the end of the line, she would have to fight and worry and run and hope, and it might all be for nothing.

She leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes.

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➼ Summary: She’s known him since high school. He’s her best friend, the person she’d find herself hanging out with, her ride or die. She’d tell him everything except a little secret she kept. She didn’t think he’d keep something from her too… but he did. The problem is that he can’t tell her that she’s next in line for the throne. ➼ Pairing: BTS x OC (Aurora Celestine x Jeon Jungkook) ➼ WC: 10k ➼ Genres: Secretly Royalty AU! Agent AU! College AU! Angst, Fluff ➼ Rating: PG-14 ➼ Warnings: Profanity, Mentions of Violence, Mentions of Violence, Violence, Guns, Blood, Injury, Mentions of Deaths, Mentions of Gore, Talk about Kidnapping (a tiny bit), Mentions of Death/Character Death ➼ Status: Oneshot

One of her main hobbies was painting. She loved watching the colours blend and make a beautiful shade, she loved creating pieces of art she could cherish and proudly say that it's her own. If you asked her why she loved painting so much, she'd tell you that it's because it's the one thing she can't mess up in her life. She'd tell you that you couldn't mess up paintings because you could draw over your mistake or you can turn your mistake into a happy accident and make something even more appealing than it originally was. She'd tell you that the beauty of creating something out of your own thoughts and imagination and putting it down on a blank canvas is something you can't take away from someone.

That's why she loves painting.

If I'm being honest, she thought, intensely absorbed by her painting, it was the only world I could go to without being judged.

The sun was bleeding into her room, shedding enough light to not turn on her bedroom lights. Her navy blue curtains with white polka dots stars were pulled back to the sides, her sullicents resting on the window seal. She was able to see the frontcourt of her college, with the occasional students walking in the grass fields. This time, her eyes caught the eye of two males who looked like jocks, hoodies covering their faces.

At this point while she paints, no one would be able to break her out of her concentration, even if they tried really hard. She would always stay in this sort of imaginary bubble that no one could pierce but herself.

At times, this was good. Since she lived in a private dorm, she had all the liberty in the world. In different cases, it did limit her from completing some assignments that slipped her mind. After all, she was a 3rd-year university student working to earn her Criminal Justice degree to hopefully become a lawyer one day. She needed to concentrate on that but she did love painting more, something no one could take away from her.

Though, one person would be able to break her out of her meditative state and he's the only person that she would put her work on hold for.

That person was Jeon Jungkook.

Her best friend since sophomore year of high school, her prom date, her one friend who was a guy who didn't want her for her body. The guy she'd have sleepovers with and would go on extreme adventures with.

Her sun in the bright blue sky.

That was her best friend, Jeon Jungkook.

She would tell you that she had no clue how she met him; she'd recall him being a foreign exchange student who barely knew any English and her generous heart decided to be his friend.

That was the beginning of her friendship.

She remembers him as this shy boy who was curious but at the same time afraid of the new environment, as she recalls. She still remembers the first day she met him and the way he waved and smiled at her.

In 10th grade, Aurora wasn't a loner but she wasn't popular either. She would mind her own business and would find herself involved in problems she wanted nothing to do with. She was your typical girl; a mixed girl from both French and African descent, though her skin colour was more on the pale side. She has long black hair, originally in tight curls but she recently straightened it, and she'd wear glasses because she's too scared to put contact lenses on.

She'd call herself bubbly and carefree, almost like the typical happy go lucky type of gal. Despite that, she was quiet and more of an introvert. She wouldn't call herself ugly but she wouldn't call herself attractive (much to her best friend dismay since he's adamant that she's the most beautiful woman he's ever seen). She was also extremely smart and able to pick up on things quickly (though she would still ignore the red flags surrounding her).

Jungkook, however, was the polar opposite of the girl. He was smart, extroverted and was extremely handsome when he hit his peak at the age of 18 (and he knows it too). He was more of a party animal in disguise; he would show uninterest for parties unless Aurora was going and that's about it. He was popular at their college, almost finding himself at the center of attention for everyone on a daily basis, it doesn't help that he was extremely good at everything too. He had friends, lots of them and girls would often pin over him in hopes of getting together. Not to mention that he'd find himself busy all the time because of all the clubs meetings he had.

But he'd drop everything if she needed him.

It wasn't hard though, they both lived in a coed dorm so they would constantly see each other.

It's annoying if I was mad at him, Aurora thought while finishing up her painting. I wonder where he is too. It is past nine after all.

As if on cue, her phone started ringing. She picked it up knowing who it was as she brought her legs to her chest, running a hand through her hair. "I was wondering when you’d call since I haven't seen you since like four."

"I was held up on some assignments so I had to get my partner and finish them."

"What kind?" she asked curiously, her eyes trailing to the now fallen sunset. She played with the ends of her hair, her eyes sparkling against the biggest star in the solar system before night seeped into the sky before her very eyes.

"Something about the mind of a criminal with mental illness versus a criminal with malicious intent," his tone seemed distracted as he spoke and she could've sworn she heard a grunt in the background followed by shuffling.

"You sure?" she asked with a playful tone, "sounds like someone's wrestling."

"Well," Jungkook sighed into the phone, "he did hit foot on a corner while walking, maybe that's what you heard."

She raised her eyebrows while sitting upright in her chair, "oh, you're with someone?" she said with a quiet tone, almost bummed, "am I interrupting something?"

Jungkook scoffed before replying, "no, of course not. He was just leaving, you're fine."

Aurora hummed in response as she looked out the window, the first few stars appearing in the late evening sky. "Well, when are you gonna get back, I have a piece I finished and I want to show it to you… I mean if that’s okay of course."

The boy chuckled on the phone, something he did when he found his best friend amusing. "Don't worry, I'll be back in around thirty minutes and how many times do I need to tell you that I love seeing your artwork?" he said, "also do me a favour and clean up the paint station; you are not a child."

She gasped offended on the phone while twirling her hair, "um, excuse me! Don't even get me started with you."

"You're a disaster."

"You're god's worst creation."

"Ouch."

"Good," she laughed, "it should hurt."

Jungkook exasperated on the line and said, "alright, I gotta finish something. I gotta go-"

While getting up, Aurora picks up her painting utensils and says in a teasing tone, "are you gonna hang up without saying I love you?"

The male grumbled under his breath as if annoyed by the request, "are we doing this now?"

"Mh-hm."

"Aurora-"

"Please," the younger girl whined and the male could practically see the pout forming on her face. "For me?"

"Oh my fucking god," he whispered lowly, "I love you okay? Bye."

Aurora laughed as Jungkook hung up and continued cleaning her station. She smiled triumphantly since she didn't really care if he was busy, she still managed to annoy and will definitely remember it.

As the male placed his phone in his pocket, he sighed and looked at the two males figures lying on the floor with busted lips and black eyes forming. He rolled his eyes at their attempt to get up so he stalked towards the older one and crouched down while clicking his tongue.

He had spotted both males suspiciously making their way towards the main hall but he didn't actually pay attention to them, at least until he saw that they didn't have any key cards which give someone access to the building. He had just gotten back from handing in an assignment so he technically didn't lie to Aurora but took longer to get back to the dorms after filling in a weekly report to his agency.

He was already surveying the males but as soon as he figured they weren't from here, his inner red flags were going off since he does know everyone from this specific college.

What really set the tone was that when he approached them, he recognized their ring also immediately and he instantly guided them to a closed-off alleyway and they soon caught onto who he was.

But it was too late since they soon found themselves on the floor.

"Now, I'm gonna ask you again."

The male on the floor looked at Jungkook with wide eyes but found himself unable to speak. He certainly didn't expect to find Jeon Jungkook at the college where he had to complete his mission. He was scared, to say the least, terrified even. "You can make this a lot easier for you and your little friend, I mean, if you're smart enough."

The long-haired black male looked around before reaching for something in his back pocket. His eyes turned cold and deadly, the smirk that was once placed on his lips turned into a thin line. "What are Seventeen’s minions doing here?" The male below him almost yelled in fear at the sight of the weapon pulled out on him but quickly hushed when the barrel pressed against his forehead.

“Obviously, I'm not stupid,” Jungkook smirked, mocking both males in front of him. “I know SVT wouldn't be dumb enough to send their inner circle but I do want to ask why they sent inexperienced men to kidnap the princess.”

To everyone from the students to the professors, Jungkook is an average student with crazy high charisma and a popular male. To Aurora, he was her best friend and wouldn't trade him for the world. To his secret organization, he was a special agent assigned to protect princess Aurora Celestine by the king and queen of France.

He was given three special rules to follow; befriend the princess, protect her and finally, never tell her who she really is until she turns 22. Those were the rules he has yet to break and doesn't think he would anytime soon.

He needed to befriend Aurora since he was going to be around her all the time and to not act like a total creep, becoming friends with her was the safest route. He didn't expect her to be so friendly from the beginning but he was taken by surprise when she approached him first and offered to teach him English (even if he already knew the language) so he took it as the first step of gaining her trust.

Jungkook clicked his tongue again, almost aggravated that both males weren't talking. He got up and leaned his back on the dark red brick wall, a mocking smirk laced on his lips. "Honestly I'm the nicer one out of all of us; heard Hoseok uses electric clips to--"

"Okay! Okay!"

"You idiot! Don't say anything!" The one next to him yelled.

The older boy cried out while wincing at his own wounds, "they wanted to confirm her location since they've had some intel on other places she could be." He grimaced while looking up at the special agent, "this place just happened to be it."

"Let me get this straight," the agent ran a hand through his hair with an eyebrow raised. "They sent multiple men to different locations they had intel on? Dammit."

From the corner of his eye, he saw the younger of the pair quickly get to his feet and ran towards the open field. Jungkook sighed out and gave him about ten seconds to run with his limp before lazily gripping his gun and shooting the male in the head.

A small breeze-like sound was heard as the long black haired male lowered his silencer and turned to the other who was frightened and begging for his life. He pinched the bridge of his nose before grumbling, "he ran, he got shot. You stayed and might live... keyword might," he deadpanned while playing his long silver earrings.

Dumbass, the agent repeated in his mind, brave for trying to run but a dumbass nonetheless.

As the injured male quailed in fear and sobbed silent, Jungkook made a quick phone call and sighed into his phone, realization seeping into his thoughts. As the line was picked up, the college student looked around to make sure no one was around.

"Jimin? Yeah, we have a problem."

Aurora turned her head towards the door unlocking and smiled when she heard the footsteps she recognizes all too well. She just finished cleaning her art station too. Her hair was placed into a messy bun, a few strands falling on the sides on her face.

Her smile grew wider when she saw her best friend walk in with take-out and boba in his hands, a small grin placed on his face. "Figured you were hungry."

"For take-out? Yeah, no shit." She stated, pushing her thin gold-framed glasses up her nose. She quickly shuffled to the living room while asking, "why'd you buy food? It's like nine. "

"It's never too late for takeout," Jungkook simply said while walking over to the table near the living room.

Although they'd share a dorm room together, despite it being allowed, people still had questions as to why; not only about his roommate but about the dorm itself.

It was huge for two people. The simple layout was this; you would walk in through the door and then you would be greeted by open space. The living room facing the door and they were separated by a hallway that led to both rooms, who were opposite of each other, at both ends of the dorm. Next to the living room was the kitchen with an isle in the middle. Next to the kitchen was said hallway that led to Jungkook's room where he had his own master room and a bathroom. Same for Aurora.

Not to mention the decoration and furniture. Everything about the dorm room was expensive and sometimes, Aurora would feel guilty about it.

You see, the female grew up in the foster system after the original family she was with passed in a tragic car accident. This was the family she was with after the king and queen sent her to America to keep her safe after receiving multiple threats against the fetus. At the time, the kingdom's forces were weak and they couldn't rely on their own soldiers to keep their child safe so they entrusted a family in America to keep Aurora safe until she was twenty-two.

However, the couple died in the accident, she was the only one to survive at the age of three. She was put in the foster system without her royal family knowing and was moved around from house to house until an old couple finally adopted her. That being said, at a young age, she quickly learned how cruel and horrible the world was.

Jungkook knew a bit of her situation but she absolutely refused to tell him the full story, so she kept it away from the day she met him.

To her, Jungkook's parents are wealthy and helped pay for his expenses. What she didn't expect was for them to treat her like family and go as far as to pay for her expenses as well. She still remembers that moment as clear as day and she will forever be thankful for their blessing.

She grabbed the remote to turn on the television and started shuffling through various channels. As she did so, she asked, "what was the paper about?"

"Huh?" the black-haired questioned, grabbing his bubble tea. He rested his arm on his elevated leg, watching at the split-second images appearing on the screen before another popped up. "What paper?"

She sent him a quick confused look at him, her eyebrows raising, "the paper you and someone had to give back to the professor." Not giving him a chance to answer, she added, "kinda stupid if you asked me. Why submit an assignment by paper and not digital?"

"I don't know," he said lazily, opening his food. "Must have had a change of heart."

"This late though?" she asked with skepticism, "isn't that odd? You would think that he would want it at the end of class or something. Not nearly ten."

"Aurora," Jungkook said, a bit harsh, his exhaustion getting the best of him. His eyes finding hers as she chooses a movie to watch "doesn't really matter if you asked me, probably a one-time thing. Don't worry about it."

She left out a huff of air before grumbling under her breath, something about the harshness of his tone before finally setting the remote down and indulging in her food. "Whatever."

The agent sighed, regretting the tone he used on her, “I’m sorry,” he said while running his hand through his hair. “It’s been a long day.”

The princess didn’t say anything at first, instead, she took a sip of her drink before mumbling out, “Doesn’t mean you gotta-”

“Yeah,” he sighed again while glancing at the female, “I’m sorry.”

Aurora sulked, pursing her lips while watching the tv. She didn’t spare a look at the male, instead, she started eating her food as well.

“What, you’re gonna ignore me?” The tone the agent used was playful. “That’s not fair,” he whined, pouting as the girl didn’t look at him once more.

“Fine,” he whispered while reaching for her boba, “I guess I can take this back-”

His hand was slapped away from the princess while they got each other’s gazes. It wasn’t long until their blank expressions turned into smiles, a small fit of giggles filling the room.

Time went by and soon it was an hour later, the food done and the female leaning her head on the male's shoulder. It was quiet as the night went on, a couple of comments here and there but it ceased as soon as they both were captivated by the movie.

Though, Jungkook couldn't necessarily focus. His mind kept trailing to a couple of hours ago and even if he tried his best to enjoy the night, he kept thinking about it.

"Damn," Jungkook cursed under his breath, frustration seeping into his features.

Aurora looked up at him and whispered tiredly, "what's wrong?"

He turned his head to find her gaze and smile softly, "nothing, just enjoy the movie." So she did, her head falling back onto Jungkook's shoulder.

He couldn't enjoy the movie though and that frustrated him. Soon after he had killed one of two males, he called Jimin, his group’s informant, and told him everything that happened. It wasn't long until a car passed by, one that he recognized to be from the organization and stopped in the very alleyway he was waiting.

There were three; two who took care of the body and the other culprit and another that reviewed all the information with the male. He had to be quick however since he knew it wasn't uncommon for students to lurk around this early in the night.

What really got him to think was how exactly they found her. If he hadn't caught them when he did, there's no telling what would've happened. He didn't even want to think about it, especially the consequences.

Jungkook wasn't scared of the higher-ups in the organization, if anything, he could take care of himself and he had his group to help him out. What he was scared of was the idea of failing her, of failing the royal family. He couldn't bear the thought of something happening to her and the thought of Aurora on the brink of being taken a couple of hours ago made him shiver.

Of course, she didn't know and she couldn't know until sometime next year as requested by her parents.

Which reminds him, "Hey, what was the painting you wanted to show me?" he asked but when she didn't respond, the black-haired male looked down only to notice that the princess was fast asleep. He let out a small puff of air before getting on his feet, picked her up and placed her on the couch.

Jungkook quickly cleaned up the living room and put the leftover drinks and food in the fridge before turning off all the lights and television. He sighed and walked over to the couch, picked her up in his arms and brought her to her room.

Jungkook smiled while carrying her to her room, "somethings just never change." He brought her into her room, one that had fairy lights as actually lights and an art station for her paintings and work.

He slowly and carefully laid her down on her bed, draping the sheets over her and watched as she stirred in her bed before finally returning to her sleeping state. He smiled as he went over to his window to close it.

He came across the painting he supposed she had been working on and wanted to show him. He viewed the piece in awe as he immediately knew the place to be the castle where the royals lived in France. He picked it up and looked at all the details, impressed at how it looks compared to the original picture. He looked back at the sleeping girl and whispered, "if only you knew."

He sighed and placed the canvas down, closed the window and the blinds before heading towards the door. Before he left, he heard a small, "goodnight Kook."

He looked back at his best friend before smiling at her and muttered out, "goodnight princess," before closing the door and making his way to his room to rest as well.

He sighed heavily while walking, the thought of earlier still haunting.

I'll keep her safe, he swore to his heart, I promise.

It's been about a week since the attempted kidnapping and it's been a week since Jungkook apparently changed his mind and major to Criminal Law.

It was sudden, he even knew that but with everything going on, he couldn’t risk something happening to his best friend just because he was in another room at the exact same time.

"What’s with the change of heart?" Aurora asked him while they were walking towards the study hall and eventually towards their classroom. Aurora did also notice a change in her best friend. She noticed how he had been on edge since he came back that one night but he refused to give her any information on what happened.

She shook it off as she always did. She remembered one day during senior year when this guy had approached her (he was a transfer student) and asked her if she could help him with his homework. Aurora, being the kind-hearted person she was, agreed but instead of tutoring him alone, Jungkook tagged along.

Now if you asked Jungkook, he'd tell you it was one of EXO's outer circle gaining intel on her by the small EXO tattoo he had on his wrist. Yeah, that guy left the school soon after and had an accident while driving.

As both students walked further down the hallway, Jungkook only shrugged his shoulder. "It's the first semester and I found out that psych was boring so I wanted to see how interesting your class was."

"By switching your major?" She asked genuinely confused as to why her best friend, who before pestered her to take psych with him, was now changing in junior year. "Not to mention that we're graduating next year. You'll get confused."

Walking into their classroom, the black-haired male smirk at the brunette, "I'm a quick learner."

"Not quick enough to understand-"

“Okay but still,” Jungkook interrupted, waving to some students who had called his name to receive a greeting. “It’s not that big of a deal, it’s not like I’m gonna fail.”

Aurora scoffed, moving her hair out of her face, “but there’s always a possibility. Criminal Law isn’t just something you can pick up on in the middle of a period of time,” she explained, frustration settling into her features. “You gotta start from the beginning otherwise you won’t understand a thing.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow her way, “you just explained every other major.”

The woman paused, not knowing what to say. Why doesn’t he understand that I’m trying to help him? she thought. She clenched her jaw and quickly said, “listen to me, I’m telling you this is a bad idea.”

Jungkook suppressed an eye roll and clicked his tongue. He too was getting a bit impatient by the number of times he’s tried telling her to leave the subject at bay. Why doesn’t she get that I’m doing this for her protecting her? The thought clouded his mind. He averted her gaze while saying, “I don’t think it is, I think that I can do whatever I want.”

“Oh my god,” she whispered out harshly, not trying to make a scene as she noticed some students staring at them. “Don’t you see that I’m trying to watch out for you? You’re going to regret this in a few weeks.”

"Aurora please," the male sighed, clearly tired of explaining himself to the girl. "Just drop it."

He was about to say something but noticed people approaching them. They moved out of the way so that other students could walk to their seats but stopped when he saw someone walk in that he didn’t recognize.

It was a male that was his height, dark brown hair and wore dark clothes. The male was hiding behind sunglasses but Jungkook still caught his gaze.

Something about it put him on edge, either the way he held eye contact with the agent or the way a small smile laced his lips.

"Hello?" Aurora rolled her eyes at her best friend's sudden stupor and sighed when he snapped out of it. She adjusted her bag on her shoulder while gritting her teeth, “staring off into the distance is not an effective way to ignore me.”

He gave her a look, one he used when he thought she said something stupid, “ I’m not ignoring you.”

“Then what are you doing? Huh?” she pushed while huffing out.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, running his hand through his hair. “I’m looking at who’s in this class to see if I know them.”

“Yeah right,” she scoffed, “you know the entire school.” She clenched her jaw even harder and ushered out, “what's gotten into you? It's like you're being more paranoid than usual.”

"I'm not paranoid."

"Yeah, because I believe that," she whispered annoyed. "What's going on with you? Are you keeping something from me? What happened-?"

“It’s nothing,” he said, getting even more annoyed than he already was. “Just drop it.”

“Why are you constantly checking up on me?” she suddenly asked, taking the opportunity to question him about his behaviour this past week. She noticed it, it was painfully obvious. She noticed how he would constantly ask her where she was going, when, with who and would even walk her to her classes which made him late to his own. She didn’t mention it at first but wanted to know now why he switched to the exact major she was in. “If there’s anything going on you can tell me.”

“Nothing’s going on,” he dismissed once more, his tone slightly cold and harsh. “I’m allowed to switch my majors if I want.” He clicked his tongue while gripping his backpack sleeve tighter than before. “The last time I checked, I didn’t need my best friend’s approval on whatever I did.”

She scoffed, way louder than she intended to and practically whispered out, “oh, really? That’s a bit hypocritical if you ask me,” she snarled, her ears becoming red. “Weren’t you doing it to me the entire week? What’s up with that?”

Jungkook gritted his teeth, frustration seeping into his veins, “you wouldn’t understand.”

“What’s not to understand!?”

“I’m doing this to protect you!”

“I don’t need a babysitter! I can take care of myself!” She yelled. Every student gaze was now on both her and Jungkook. “I don’t care about the reason, you’re just too stubborn to understand that I’m looking out for your future with a diploma in a major you don’t want!”

“That isn’t your call!” he yelled back, fed up with her reasoning. “You don’t know what’s best for me!”

“Same goes to you!” she yelled again, her eyes brimming with tears of frustration, “you can’t ignore me and be a hypocrite. I don’t need you telling me what to do.” She took a deep breath and calmed herself down, trying to regain her composure. “Why? What are you hiding from me?”

“Just drop it,” Jungkook told her on the brink of snapping at her. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“No,” she insists, annoyance dripping from her words, “I want to know. What won’t I understand? What are you hiding from me-?”

"Aurora,” he snarled, his eyes seemingly darkening. “I said drop it," Jungkook quickly dismissed, giving her an icy cold gaze. She was taken aback from his reaction. There was a dangerous glare in his eyes, one she's never seen before. It surprised her so much to the point where she had to take a step back from the man, resulting in her back hitting the wall of the classroom. A lot of the students who were looking now turned their gaze to other people or spots of the classroom.

This is not my best friend, she thought. Something about the gaze he gave her made her shake in her boots, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up in fear.

Jungkook quickly caught onto her reaction and immediately tried to apologize, "Aurora-"

"Everyone to your seats, please."

That was her escape; the teacher, who just walked in, asking all students to be seated. She quickly clutched her bag over her shoulder and walked around Jungkook, making her way to her normal seat without sparing a glance at the male.

What’s gotten into him? The question settled into her mind, an unshakable feeling she couldn’t quite describe made her tremble. She averted everyone’s gaze as she chose a seat near the back of the class in the very last row. Let’s just get it through class, she scoffed under her breath while arranging her stuff.

The agent sighd under his breath and watched as she made it to a seat. He cursed under his breath, running a hand through his hair. “Damn,” he whispered and quickly made his way towards the back of the class as well, just opposite from the princess.

I did switch for you., Jungkook thought while looking at Aurora once more, I just wish you knew why.

It’s not until thirty minutes into the lecture that Jungkook finds himself completely and utterly uninterested in the current lecture. It was like the academy all over again, he thought to himself, we had to learn this stuff since the day we got in. If I’m being honest, it feels like a waste of my time.

It’s not like he wanted to change his major, he did it all for Aurora’s sake. In fact, he was a bit reluctant to change it since he loved Psychology so much. It took a lot of convincing from Jimin to get him to switch.

You see, Jungkook, especially when he became a foreign student, wasn’t the most approachable person. He always had this sort of aura around him that screamed hostility to some and danger to others. Of course, in university, that aura changed to be more self-reverse to anything else but he still was able to get to know everyone.

Let’s remember that he was assigned to protect the princess at a rather young age and back then, he was still a rookie who had absolutely no experience in what he did.. Of course, he was cold and hostile to everyone he met. It was less extreme while in university but still, he still is trying to learn to control his various tones.

Which is why Aurora, for a small moment, was scared of her best friend. He knew the reason too. The only time he had used that certain icy cold tone was when he knew someone was a threat. The fact that he lost his composure in front of everyone but also in front of his best friend, the princess he’s supposed to protect and the woman who was just looking out for him.

He groaned under his breath out of frustration and was about to look at her again when he received a notification about a vidéo call. He straightens in his seat, confused as to why someone would want to talk to him at this moment, fully knowing he’s in class.

He quickly grabs his AirPods and connects them to his laptop and answers the call. He gives the person on the screen a confused look. Why is Namjoon video calling me for? he asked himself.

Aurora sighed in her seat, her fingers cramping from typing all her notes all the while listening to the professor explain the various regulations of the first amendment. She tried her best to ignore the constant voices in her head reminding her about the argument she just had with her best friend.

Yes, my very hypocritical best friend, the voice in her mind said. One that doesn’t listen to me.

She sighed again, taking a quick break to correct any grammar mistakes she could have possibly have made.

“Excuse me,” she turned her head to a male with dark brown hair and sunglasses placed on the top of his head. He offered her a gentle smile, one that somehow calmed her down. “Are you okay? I don’t mean to intrude but I couldn’t help but ask if you were okay after the argument you had with your boyfriend.”

“My boyfriend?” she laughed, “you mean Jungkook? He isn’t my boyfriend.”

“O-oh,” the male immediately became flustered, “I-I wasn’t assuming o-or anything, I swear!”

She giggled and found herself sending him a soft smile, “it’s okay, don’t worry.”

The male chuckled awkwardly and stook out his hand, “I’m Kunhang, Wong Kunhang.”

Aurora gladly shook his hand and said, “I’m Aurora. Aurora Celestine… I’m kinda following your format.”

Kunhang smiled at her, “that’s a beautiful name.”

It was now the princess’s turn to get flustered as she blushed and looked away. “Oh uh, thank you.”

Oh wow, she said to herself, looking at the student in front of her. He’s really cute too.

“Hey uh, since he’s not your boyfriend... You wanna maybe get coffee after class?” Kunhang asks while avoiding her gaze, “it’s totally cool if it’s a no-”

“You know what?” she whispers, “what if we go right now?”

“Like n-now now?”

Aurora nods her head, a bright but mischievous smile on her face, “mh-hm. Let’s ditch class, I haven’t done something like this before but come on!”

They both slowly nod and they both start packing their bags. “And what about Jungkook?”

Aurora looks behind her to see her best friend completely focused on the screen in front of him, not noticing her small plan of leaving class to go on a coffee date- date? She asked herself, yeah… a coffee date. To go on a coffee date with a guy she just met.

Obviously, she wasn’t thinking straight. It was painfully obvious that she was doing this to defy Jungkook and get on his nerves but right now, she doesn’t care.

“He and his ass can stay paranoid for all I care.”

Wait… should I really be doing this? She asked herself as she found herself staring at her best friend. A sudden guilt forms in her throat as she reconsiders her decisions. I mean, is worrying him worth it?

“Hey,” Hendery whispers, quietly grabbing his bag after putting all his supplies in it, “it’ll be fun, and if anything he can call you right? You don’t need to worry about him.”

“Yeah but…” she hesitates, wondering if going along with her sudden thought plan is really worth it. “Maybe I shouldn’t-”

“Aurora was it?” the girl nods as the male sends her a comforting smile. “You can choose to go or not but just remember that you’re an adult and one day, Jungkook won’t be there. You gotta make decisions for yourself.”

Jungkook won’t be there huh? She replays the words in her head, letting them seep into her mind. She nods in agreement with the student she just met and says, “you’re right… Jungkook isn’t always going to be around and I can make my own decisions right?” She looked at Kunhang for confirmation, almost wanting him to reassure her that she’s making the right decision.

“That’s the spirit!” he quickly covered his own mouth after exclaiming too loud, a few students looking at them weirdly before returning to whatever they were doing. He leaned into her and whispered into Aurora’s ear, “I think we should get going.”

She hastily nodded, “y-yeah,” packed her things and without distributing the lesson, exiting the classroom with ease.

Before leaving, Aurora glanced at her best friend and scoffed under her breath, noticing that he’s still fixated on his computer screen. Though, she still smiles lightly for some reason. It’s something about watching Jungkook finally focus on something other than her. It’s weird, she thought, but it makes me glad? I don’t know. “You don’t always need to protect me,” she whispered, “thank you though, but I can take care of myself.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen at the news Namjoon gives him, “what do you mean it’s bigger than we thought?” He ignores the stares some of the students send him and leans out of his seat. “I thought it was only Seventeen?” he says in a hushed voice.

“That’s what we thought too,” Namjoon nods his head while crossing his hands on the brown office table, “but based on the research Jimin and Taehyung have done, apparently the BIG3 is out to get her as well.”

“Are you serious right now?” he inquires in bewilderment and lowers his computer screen out of paranoia. “How many?”

“Five.”

Silence falls onto the conversation as Jungkook ceases all movement. Five groups, the thought swirls in his head, five groups wanting to kidnap the princess.

With this newly learned information, he has every right to be paranoid and on guard at all times. What if something happened to her? The question itself sends a shiver down his spine, one that gives him chills all over his body. He couldn’t let that happen.

He would never forgive himself.

He did feel guilty for snapping at Aurora and during his conversation with Namjoon, his mind kept wandering to her and the look on her face when he snapped. He wanted to apologize but he couldn’t do that now, not while they’re in class and during his little unexpected meaning with Namjoon.

After class, he thought, I’ll take her out for boba and I’ll apologize… and maybe I might tell her everything that’s happening. He suppressed a small smile tugging his lips as he thought, yeah… I’ll tell her everything even if the agency doesn’t approve.

“Excluding Seventeen, we have NCT, EXO, Stray Kids, GOT7 and BigBang after her-”

“BigBang?” The black-haired student questions as he comes out of his cloud of thoughts and raises an eyebrow, “aren’t they on hiatus after what happened?”

“Not anymore; sightings of them have been reported for a few weeks now.”

“Great.”

Namjoon merely nods his head curtly and pulls out a file from a folder off-camera, “you should receive the document in a few minutes, all the information on every individual as well as their new additions will be on the files. Read through it and I mean everything.”

On cue, the agent receives a notification about a folder sent to him. Hiding the video call window, he opens the said folder and is immediately met with the information of all the groups mentioned by Namjoon. “What do they want with her?”

“Stuff you don’t want to know about.”

“But-” the younger’s eyes widened with a sudden realization that hit him way harder than it should’ve. He sat there, baffled in his chair as he read all the information about GOT7, and that alone irked him to no end. “Oh,” was the only thing he could say at that moment.

“As I said, the reasons for her kidnapping the princess is something that’ll make you uncontrollable. It’s best you don’t know.” The leader of his unit dismissed any ideas or questions his subordinate had.

Jungkook hummed as he skimmed through the information, memorizing every face in the folder. He kept his eye out for any movement around him. “What else do we know?”

Namjoon sighed and stored the files he pulled out since he knew Jungkook was looking at the digital papers. “Unfortunately nothing,” the leader grumbles under his breath, upset at the very lack of information prohibiting his unit from learning more about the threat. “All we’re running is what the culprit from the incident you had last week.”

One-click after another, Jungkook comes across NCT's files. This specific group is new to him since they’ve been under the radar for a, being a new group and b, they're under SM (who are very careful with their new units). “What’s with the 21 members?”

“Every single individual is a great asset to their team,” the leader informs, “each of twenty-one members is specially trained in a certain field. For example, there’s the WayV unit.”

Almost taking him by surprise, Jungkook’s mouse starts moving and if it wasn’t for him knowing that Namjoon hacked into his computer, he would’ve suspected it was someone else. He guides the younger directly to the WayV unit files, where each member’s personal files were vertically one after another. “The WayV unit of NCT is the kidnapping and assassination unit. They’ve been known to kidnapping multiple people, including former Starship, BigHit and Cube agents and using them for ransom money which goes directly to SM. The reported cases of assassinations that have yet to be confirmed by WayV include mutilation, lacerations, GWS, strangulation and the bodies found have had significant evidence of torture.”

Jungkook shifts in his seat out of discomfort and disgust. He watches as Namjoon clicks the next button on his screen to reveal the members of WayV. “There’s Kun, Ten, Winwin, Lucas, Xiaojun, Hendery and Yangyang.”

“Wait.”

The young agent pauses in his seat, hoping that his eyes deceived him. “Go back a slide.”

When his leader did what he was asked, Jungkook took one good look at the screen before snapping his head to search the entire classroom for the male he recognized from his fight with Aurora.

But not only did he not find the male he was searching for, he also couldn’t find the very person he was protecting.

And to make matters worse, in the far distance, a faint scream was heard. Every single person in the room ceased what they were doing to look in the direction of the door, curiosity evident on their faces.

The agent’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach, fear and dread coursing through his veins as he sprung up from his seat and rushed down the stairs of the room, nearly tripping over the various steps.

“Mr. Jeon, just where do you think-?”

Jungkook ran past the teacher and out the door, running as fast as he could through the halls of the university. He didn’t know where he was going, he didn’t know which direction to take but he just needed to run. He just needed to find her.

He ran past the confused gazes of professors asking him what was happening since he himself didn’t know what was going on.

Or at least, that’s what he wanted to think. He wanted all of it to be a misunderstanding and let himself believe that the scream, which sounded a lot like the person under his care, wasn’t hers. He wanted to convince himself that she went to the bathroom or any kind of excuse that could ease his racing heart.

But the faster he ran and the closer her got to the location of the scream, the louder his head was pounding, his heart was racing, the adrenaline rushing in his body.

Please, he begged in his heart, I didn’t pay attention for a couple minutes,

He pushed his legs to the point where they started burning, along with his throat and chest. He needed to find her. He didn’t care, he rushed needing to find the princess.

He felt awful, he even felt disgusted with himself. How could he leave her all alone? The only thing he promised himself he wouldn’t let happen happened, and that’s potentially letting his guard down and someone taking her away from him.

He found himself outside near the back of the school, where the parking lot is. He hastily pushed open the doors, heaving for air as he searched for a way to calm himself down. He squinted his eyes against the burning sun and looked into the distance. All he sees are cars parked next to one another and the well decorated parking space.

He worked forward, taking small but quiet steps. Something about the atmosphere was dense and the air was heavier than usual. It’s too quiet, he said to himself, I don’t like it.

He reached for his front pocket, only to realize that the only thing he has on him is his phone. He cursed under his breath for forgetting his pistol. He looked around and started to hear the faint sound of a car revving and to him, it sounded like it started getting closer and closer.

It’s only when he saw a jet black van pull into the parking lot that he took cover behind a nearby parked car as shots were directed at him. Staying low, he quickly dials a number on his phone while searching for some sort of weapon.

“Send people to the university,” he rushed out, ducking his head when he heard more gunshots. “Shots directed at me but I lost Aurora-”

“What the fuck do you mean you lost Aurora?”

Jungkook was about to reply when the window of the car shattered into pieces, causing him to lay lower on the floor to avoid any stray bullets. He curses under his breath and practically yells, “I mean I lost the princess-!” A sudden scream stops him in his sentence as he sees someone holding a woman from behind, dragging her by her waist as she kicks and screams.

Jungkook’s eyes widen as he searches around him for à weapon, “WayV is currently at my location…” he crouches and without being seen, reaches his arm through the shattered window of the car in search of any object he could use and at the same time, unlocking the door. “Hendery currently is holding her captive, à van pulled up and I’m guessing it’s the rest of WayV.”

He quickly retracts to the floor when shots ring out. He snarls under his breath and says into the phone, “nope, it’s definitely them.”

Opening the now unlocked door, Jungkook quickly slips inside the car and tears open the drawers and with luck on his side, he finds a loaded gun in one of the cabinets. “Jackpot.”

“We got agents coming your way, should be there in ten minutes at most--” his phone shot out of his hand, Jungkook looks up to see Hendery getting closer to the van while Aurora is struggling to get out of his hold.

Moving on instinct, Jungkook decides to shoot at the van first, forcing both Hendery and the rest in the car to take cover from the stray bullets. The panic screams and yells of the princess fills the air filled with gunshot noises as the sound of nearby police sirens are heard. Hendery pulls himself and her behind a wall, shielding them both from possible injury.

The university must’ve called the cops, Jungkook snarls internally, damn.

Moving from car to car, the agent moves in closer and closer to the princess. He has no cover nor does he have a way to communicate with his team. He grits his teeth as he knows he’s the only one that’s able to stall them long enough before his backup or the police arrive.

“Jungkook!” Aurora suddenly screams, her voice filled with terror. “Behind you!” Right on time, Jungkook notices a WayV member behind him and quickly switches cars before he’s hit with à bullet.

“Stupid bitch!” He hears one of them swear but as they try and get him under control, he makes the split second decision to shoot Hendery in the shoulder, his grip immediately loosening from the princess.

“Aurora!” the black-haired girl snaps her head towards her best friend, confusion and fear written all over her face. She freezes as Jungkook’s voice passes over her head and the next thing she knows, he’s flying towards her, his body colliding with hers as they both crash onto the floor, the fired bullets just passing over their heads. “Come on, we gotta go!”

Not wasting any time, the older of the two hastily helps her up and starts running god knows where. Aurora lets herself be dragged by her best friend despite the argument they had only moments ago because she’s confused.

Hell, she’s even afraid to ask.

What’s the talk about her being a princess from Kunhang? The way he spoke to her when they got outside creeped her out to no end. This awkward but seemingly genuine male had turned cold and cruel in the blink of an eye.

And what's with Jungkook carrying a gun?! And the guns with the other people?! The voices in her head scream in confusion, what’s going on!?

“Wait, wait, wait!” She pulls onto Jungkook’s arm when they are about five minutes from where they were previously. She pulls them both into à corner, the shade concealing them as she asks, “what the hell is going on!? And since when do you know how to use a gun!?” Her hands start to shake as she tries catching a breath from all the running. She looks him in the eyes and exasperates, “no more secrets, no more lies. What the fuck is going on?”

“You’re a princess?”

“What?”she laughs panicked, the word denial flashing in her mind. “No I’m not-”

“You are princess Aurora Celestine, daughter of Marcus Celestine and Elodie DeChevalier from the French Kingdom,” Jungkook breathes heavily, his tone colder and more straight-to-the-point than usual. “Your parents sent you to America in fears you’d be kidnapped as a child. When we found out you had different parents than the ones assigned to take care of you, they sent me to protect you until you turned twenty-two.”

Aurora leans against the wall, her shoulders slumping in realization and her adrenaline wearing off. Tears spring in her eyes as she whispers, “So all this time, I was this person of royalty and I was sent away just because my parents feared someone was gonna take me as a kid? A-and what about now?” There was shock, surprise and even anger in her eyes. “Who are these people? W-who are you?”

Jungkook stands up straight and fully turns to the new informed princess. He moves his hair out of his face and looks behind to make sure no one is around. “I’m agent Jeon Jungkook and your parents,” he turns back to her, “entrusted me and my organization to keep you safe until you are brought back to France after your twenty-second birthday.”

She nods hesistately, almost unsure about the entire situation. A part of her thinks that it’s some sort of joke, like a reality tv prank but the other part of her believes everything. It would explain his behaviour on certain days and why he’s always paranoid, she thought.

“Look,” Jungkook said curtly, getting ready to move again. “You’re not safe here, we gotta go and meet up with my back up…” he grumbles under his breath. “Even if I don’t know where my backup is.”

“So what that guy said was true then?” She asks timidly, almost scared of the answer. “So Kunhang-”

“Woah, slow down,” Jungkook calmed her down, trying to understand what’s going on. “Who are you talking about? Hendery?”

She shrugged her shoulders in defeat and pushed his hair back, “I-I mean Kunhang o-or Hendery I don’t know, same person different names… ” she started shaking again, holding one hand in another. “He said that people would pay à lot of money just to get me- is that true?”

Part of her wanted him to deny her supposed claim but the conscious part of her is telling her she confirmed it herself.

“Hey,” Jungkook walked over to her, his eyes shining with concern and sympathy for the girl. He did avoid the question, knowing that if she started panicking right now, it wouldn’t benefit either of them. “I know it’s scary and everything is new but it’s gonna be okay.”

“Okay?” she almost yelled, moving away from the agent and threw her hands in the air. “It’s not okay! I’ve been lied to my entire life only to find out I’m a princess and people would pay a hefty amount of money to get like I’m some sort of object. Not to mention that you lied to me since high school!” she started overthinking and backed away from him even more, “how do i know you won’t turn me in for money huh?”

“What?” The shear panic was evident in her eyes but the shock about what she said got to him. “I would never-”

“How do I know that?” she cries out, tears on the brink of rolling down her cheeks. “Hell, I just learnt that my best friend of nearly six years is à secret agent assigned to protect me by people who want me for money!” The tears start rolling down as she stands there frustrated. “Who’s to say that you won’t betray me.”

“Aurora, I would never-”

“But I don’t know that!” she yells, her face and neck turning red. “How am I supposed to trust someone who has been lying to me from the get-go huh-!?”

What gets her to stop talking is the gunshot that rings out, cutting through the atmosphere like scissors. À small scream escapes her lips at the noise but a blood curdling one is heard from her when she watches Jungkook fall to the floor, a bullet lodged in his chest.

“Jungkook!” she rushes towards him, tears of sorrow and dread pouring down her face as she carefully turns him over and presses against his wound. “No, no, no, no, no, no please…. Please.” She starts sobbing quietly as she watches the male lose his colour and the life drains from his eyes.

Her lips quiver as she tastes the salty tears, most of them landing on the agents shirt. “Wait- please, you can’t leave me. You can’t- please not now.” Her body shakes with sobs as the agent weakly lifts his head to look at her.

“D-don’t cry…” he painfully coughs immediately afterwards, blood escaping his mouth and running down the side of his jaw.

“Don’t cry?” she sobs harder, the fear of losing her best friend hitting her. “You’re dying on the floor dammit, you shouldn’t say that,” she starts to panic when she sees him start blinking his eyes to try to stay awake. “I’m sorry for everything… I’m sorry for not understanding your intentions, I’m sorry for the argument, I’m sorry for everything just please don’t make this the way you go… don’t die protecting me… I need you to live..!”

Jungkook barely shakes his head and with all his strength, he smiles at her, one that she’s seen everyday. One that she recognizes instantly. “I p-promised myself I’d protect you… even if it means dying. I’ll live by that.” He reaches for her shoulder, silently asking her to lean down so he could tell her something.

“Okay…” she nods repeatedly, her heart pounding in her chest, “I’ll make sure but you’ll be there with me.”

As soon as she lifts her head, she notices his eyes are closed, his chest unmoving and no more air escaping from his nose. She shook him twice while calling his name before the dreadful realization hit her.

She let out tormentful yell filled with pain, sorrow and guilt. The tears escaping her eyes were filled with her sudden pain and loss. She sobbed over the body, heartbreak lingering in her chest as she mourns the death of her best friend.

“The short lived moment of goodbyes only for you to die in my arms,” she sobbed as she body trembled, “if I hadn’t been so stupid you would still be here… I’m sorry,” she cradles his upper body in her arms in grief, crying because of the pain and suffering she was met with.

“I’m so sorry.”

April 14th, 2022.

It’s officially been a year since I’ve been living in the palace. It’s not as bad as I thought, in fact, I quite like it here. The staff are amazing people and the citizens are very nice with the royal family as well. It wasn’t how I was expecting my life to be but here we are.

To be honest, it was kind of hard for me to call the king and queen my mother and father. They’ve been absent for nearly 20 years of my life. It’s odd for sure but they are trying their best to fill in the missing memories. I’m just glad they are.

I don’t know how to settle myself up as a princess or even a future queen. It’s not à life I grew up in and like I’ve said before, I rather be à university than à princess in à country that treats me like royalty because of my blood. To me, I’m not fit for it… I wanna go back.

It’s been two years two years since everything. Two years later I followed Jungkook’s advice and found Yoongi who was waiting in one of the agent cars. Thankfully that day, I was able to escape WayV and all the other groups trying to find me. I don’t know how, but I did.

Turns out that old couple was the one that gave the information to the- let's say villains about me. I wonder what would’ve happened if they hadn't. One thing’s clear is that Jungkook still would’ve been alive.I go to his grave everyday… well, the one with no casket since his parents wanted him back in Korea which is completely understandable. Mom and dad say it’s unhealthy to see him everyday but I always argue that I want to pay my amends to the person who's been through everything with me. Jeon Jungkook was his name and he shall never be forgotten.

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To the Shadows that Cry Witch /// Chapter I

Hi! Welcome to the first chapter of my fic (I'm very nervous posting this lol). This whole story is gonna be a bit long winded, so hopefully you're all in for the long term, hope you enjoy! <3

Summary: Magic was real, but it came at a price. So when two girls from England ended up in the one place they never thought they could reach, strange things began to happen. Good or bad? That's up to them to find out.

Tags: Kíli x oc/reader - Fíli x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company x ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - SUPER slow burn - crack - Bagginshield

Word Count: 1450

Warnings: Nothing really, just some rain :)

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PART 1: Chapter 1 -

Go on a road trip they said, it'll be fun they said.

Pluviophile (Definition): One who loves rain; one who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days.

Lake District, Cumbria, North-West England - Modern Day Earth, August 2022

English weather truly loves to give the middle finger sometimes, especially on a day out you planned for weeks in advance.

But this is England we’re talking about, so despite the already dwindling faith you put in the weatherman, you prepare for every possible element for when you step out the front door.

I was glad I had this in mind when packing for a week trip to the Lake District. Windermere is notorious for giving not one, but two middle fingers, having more rainy days than dry in the year.

‘And today was one of those lovely days,’ I thought, watching as the rolling grey skies grew darker from the curtains of rain hammering down into the soil. Periodically, the shuttle bus would sway slightly from the aggressive wind, creating a silent feeling of unease for the small group of passengers taking the ride to the hostel.

Sensing the symptoms of fatigue from a long trip, I leant my head on the vibrating window, trying my best to ignore the consistent head drilling from both the engine and rain.

Twisting slightly to get more comfortable, I squinted at the foggy glass in attempt to sight see between the streaks of rain racing across my view. At best the only clear thing was my reflection and the stone wall flying past, dangerously close to the bus as it twisted down the narrow road. Everything else merged together into large, blurred masses of green and grey.

Leaning down to pick up and rummage through my bag, I pulled out a small book on glaciers. Kay had practically thrown it at my head once I had proposed the idea travelling up to the lakes. We spent a week packing, with Kay almost bringing down the entire bookshelf trying to find her geography books, that now took up the entire bottom of her rucksack. Sightseeing with your friends in fun, but going with one that will see one (1) rock and spend an hour reciting its origins like Tolkien would looking at a tree is a lot more entertaining and educational.

My drooping eyes looked to the left to see that Kay was still in her shrimp position, headphones on and back hunched at an odd angle with her knees drawn up to prop up the iPad she was drawing on. I decided to leave her be and propped my own legs up, resting the book on my knees as I took out the bookmark and started reading from where I left off, tuning out the murmurs and whispers of the other holiday makers around us.

Around twenty minutes of quiet passed, until the driver up front announced our arrival would be soon, causing a stir as everyone began to gather their bags. Kay still had her headphones on, so I nudged her knee with the book in my hand, waiting as she slipped her headphones off and around her neck,

“Pack your stuff away,” I whispered, “I’ll make sure to get the booking up.”

Both of us began our respectable jobs, Kay making sure everything that had been brought out on the ride was back in its place, whilst I scrolled my phone until I brought up the booking reference.

Considering the rainy weather, we both slipped on our raincoats before slinging the bags over our shoulders, waiting for the bus to slow to a stop. Soon enough, with both hoods pulled up, we squeezed down the aisle along with everyone else and stepped out into the fierce winds and rain.

The sound of the continuous downpour and gravel crunching underfoot filled my ears as I scoured the surrounding area for the hostel. Said hostel was some ways down the winding lane in front of us, nestled within a wide valley surrounded by green, speckled hills smothered with trees, curving down to cradle the small building that stood politely at the bottom. Running from the top of the valley down past the hostel was a small river, threatening to burst at the banks from the onslaught of torrential downpour.

A freak gust of wind and the noise of the shuttle bus pulling away seemed to usher everyone forward, and we began the trudge through the churned up mud and soaking puddles. By the looks on everyone faces, we were all desperate to escape the miserable weather as swiftly as possible.

“Tomorrow better be the light clouds we were promised,” Kay groaned over the noise, face twisting in further annoyance as she looked down to find her shoes and trousers were already caked in mud, “cuz I don’t wanna be stuck in a dingy hostel waiting for all this to blow over.”

I hummed tiredly in reply, agreeing since despite how much I adored the rain, this type of weather wasn’t ideal for hiking up mountains in, no matter how much of an adventure it would be. But tomorrow could wait, since right now, nothing but a warm drink and comfy bed could satisfy us until tomorrow.

After slipping over almost twice, whilst quietly laughing at those who did, we crossed the threshold of the hostel, kicking off our mud clogged hiking boots immediately as to not tread dirt all over the place. We also made sure to give one of the men from the bus stink eye as he trampled past, doing quite the opposite, smearing whatever, wherever, much to the dismay of the poor lady at the desk. Thank god any carpet was yet to appear.

Approaching the desk, I gently placed my boots on the floor as I displayed the booking on my phone to the lady behind it. She reached under the desk and brought out a set of two keys, handing them over. We thanked her politely and wandered further into the building, leaving her with the now nervous man who had finally noticed what was on the bottom of his shoes.

Meandering upstairs and down a few corridors of the small hostel, the door sign eventually matched the key.

“Finally!” I exclaimed in relief, excitedly twisting the key in the lock until I felt a click.

Kay turned to me with a face of exasperation that I couldn’t tell was fake or not.

“13?” She questioned. “Weren’t there at least ten rooms available with a different number?”

“It’s my lucky number,” I stated nonchalantly, using my shoulder to budge the door open. I emptied one hand of luggage onto the floor to flip the light switch. “It’s quite funny watching the looks on people’s faces when I tell them.”

With an amused roll of her eyes, Kay followed in and dumped her own bags on the floor. With light now illuminating the room, we turned to inspect our surroundings.

The room was nothing special, just a plain and simple double bedroom; two single beds; a pair of small bedside drawers sat in between, small lamps on top; two wardrobes pushed against the walls at the foot of each bed; and a few portraits depicting the natural surroundings hung up on the walls.

Like I said, plain and simple.

Tucking my shoes into the corner, I crossed the room with Kay trailing behind and clambered over the creaking bed on the right to reach to window. Gazing out into the valley, I realised the rain had slowed to a stop, now able to make out the details of the thick forest outside. Picking up a key that had been left on the windowsill, I flicked off bits of rust that had begun to form on the metal before carefully slotting it into the keyhole and twisting. Pulling the handle up, I swung open the window, taking a deep inhale as I breathed in the fresh breeze that replaced the stagnant air inside.

After taking in our weeklong view, an hour or so was spent putting away everything we had brought. I had overpacked as usual, so Kay lent me half a drawer, in exchange for the window side. Shoes and wash bags were left by the door since the bathrooms were communal instead of personal.

The remainder of the day was us mostly chilling in our room, taking a couple visits downstairs to explore the rest of the building and eat in the small canteen, before heading to bed for the night.

The next few days trudged by contently as we explored the surrounding area, visiting the nearby towns and returning to our room with a concerning amount of bags brimming with gift shop items. I had gone a little crazy after spotting a shelf of glass animals, if the bag containing half a dozen at the foot of my bed said anything.

However, tomorrow’s plans were different.

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Atlas (8)

Summary: After years of being imprisoned on the Raft, Tony negotiates freedom for his sister Tessa. When she’s free- so is her past, and it will never stop hunting her.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC(Stark)

Chapter Word count: 1810

Warnings: PTSD (subtle ish), trauma, torture (in later parts), suicidal behaviors and thoughts, mentions of death, character death, injury, violence, angst, and a lil bit of fluff in there

Disclaimer: Atlas is my own, original work with characters belonging to Marvel (except Tessa and Dr. Clifton). Plagiarism is not cool kids.

A/N: this is my first work I'm posting to this platform and I’m really excited and nervous about it. Hope you enjoy- constructive criticism is always helpful as well!!

She couldn’t breathe. There was a pressure building on her left side, an itch she couldn’t scratch. Her eyes were dry, like her mouth. Tessa peeled her eyelids open, having been cemented shut, it took tremendous effort- effort she barely possessed. She couldn’t hear straight, it sounded like she was underwater. A muted beep from a monitor. Rain pelting the windows of the white washed clinical room. Something tickling her forearm. She looked down. Tony.

He was grasping her hand, resting his head beside them, hair tickling her skin. She then moved her eyes to her side where a tube was running from a patch of white bandages. Along her right arm, bandages were wrapped around raw flesh. She could still see the burn marks on her wrists. In her left arm, an IV filtered blood and fluids into her system, repairing what had been damaged. She groaned as she rested her head on the pillow.

She wasn’t supposed to make it out of there. None of this had gone according to her plan. Tessa wasn’t stupid. She knew Clifton would be on her as soon as she stepped foot out of her cage on the Raft. She knew she would have to make a choice, a choice of repentance. So, when she noticed the trap he’d set for them, she couldn’t help but take the bait. Part of her wanted to flip the script and take revenge on him. But then... then Bucky happened. He’d been so kind to her- accepting her. She felt that she owed him a truth- even if it was in the form of a dead man’s ramblings. And so she did just that- confided in him, knowing that one way or another, she was never going to come back. He wasn’t supposed to be collateral damage.

Tony shifted, his head turning further away from her. She bit her lip, sinking down deeper into the sheets.

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“Y’know, if you cooperated with the professionals, things would go a lot smoother.” Tony snipped at her. Tessa scowled deeper, turning her head to the side. It had been a week since the mission, since everything about Tessa had been made public amongst the team. Since Tony had released the files to the whole team, Tessa had been ignoring him every time he visited her. She was angry- the emotion palpable in the air. She had even begun to be irritable with the nurses and her doctor. Of course, they associated it with her being on bed rest for a week- knowing it would get worse because she was meant to stay there for a whole month.

She refused to allow any of the team members entrance to her room- even Bucky. Tony was only allowed in because he told Friday to over ride her command. News of her slow response to treatment had to come from the nurses or the small bits that Tony would share- which was always begrudgingly. Her therapist and parole officer were also allowed in for their visits. There had been talk of moving her back to the Raft, but Tony had shot it down, explaining in colorful detail how she hadn’t done anything wrong. Ever.

But Tessa was becoming restless. She could no longer stand the sight of the hospital room. When she was trapped within the four walls, she could only think about the botched missions and what Clifton said. She was trapped. So, she decided to take things into her own hands. Painstakingly slow, she got up from her bed, a tube no longer in her lung but it was still stitched up and painful. Most of her wounds were well on their way to healing but her mind was still fragile.

Tessa had been immediately changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t shirt as soon as she regained consciousness. So she simply unhooked her heart monitor, taking her IV of fluids with her to the door.

She hadn’t realized Bucky had done nothing but sit outside her medical room for the past week, waiting to be able to slip into the room to talk to her. Tony had been guarding her, keeping him away. Unlike his sister, Tony held a grudge. So when Tessa’s door opened and she stepped out, he was surprised. She looked like she hadn’t slept since she came back- undoubtedly plagued by nightmares. Her skin was pale, under eyes dark. When her eyes landed on his, she stiffened, her whole body freezing. They stared for a long moment, neither of them giving in.

“If you’re breaking out of your room, you’ll need to move a little faster.” Bucky quipped, a teasing tone overtaking the concern. Tessa started to take off, her gait a small, shuffle toward the elevator. Bucky stood up, stretching his arms out before sidling up beside her.

“What do you want?” She muttered, slightly annoyed and embarrassed by his presence. She almost stumbled, her left foot catching on her right. She cursed lowly, while Bucky simply hooked an arm around her waist, steadying her. She tried to push away but Bucky had an iron grip, keeping her where he wanted. He was done waiting around. He was going to talk to her whether she wanted to or not. She was going to listen to what he had to say.

“Well if you’re going for a little sight seeing- might I suggest the floor ninety? It’s got a lovely view and- bonus: less of an elevator ride.” Bucky steered her into the elevator and locked her down, his hand drawing smooth circles on her hip.

“Isn’t that your floor?” She grumbled, leaning against him to relieve some of the weight on her feet. He hummed in response and looked down at her. She was scowling, eyes glued to the floor.

“See, I’ve been waiting outside that room for a week now. I’ve had time to think about everything that was said while we were in captivity. Don’t think I’m an idiot, by the way.” Bucky watched her begin to shut down at the mentions of the cell. The mentions of her admitted transgressions. “I’ve been where you are, where you’ve been.” Tessa scoffed as the elevator dinged open.

“You don’t know me.” She bit back, eager to be out of his hold, out of his sight. She couldn’t hold herself together around him anymore. Telling him everything- trusting him with that information... she didn’t want to see him now, not when he could judge her for it. Because all she wanted from him was to be accepted. Not pitied, not scorned, not disgusted. Loved. She didn’t know what the two kisses were on that battlefield, she didn’t know what any of it meant.

“Don’t I?” He asked, opening the apartment door. The pair quickly pushed through the living room, bypassing Steve who was sat on the couch, watching the news. He had heard the door open, figuring it was Bucky so he didn’t turn. Until he heard the roll of wheels.

“Is that Tessa?” He called, watching the receding backs of the two. His brows furrowed as Bucky’s bedroom door slammed shut, cutting the pair off from the rest of the world.

“Oh, well please, enlighten me on how you know every thought I’ve ever had.” Tessa sat down on his bed, the white cotton sheets felt much better than the stiff medbay fabrics she had been confined to.

“Alright, fine,” Bucky began shuffling around his room, seemingly in search of something. “You shut yourself off from everyone, you think it keeps us safe but really, it’s just a way of excusing your pity party and prolonging suffering you feel you deserve. You keep everything to yourself, no matter how much it pains you to do that. You don’t sleep well, nightmares keeping you up. You don’t eat much- if you do it’s at random times at night, where you don’t have to interact with us. You let one person in and immediately shut them out because you felt that you could hurt them before even giving it a chance.” Bucky stopped his search, turning to look at her over his shoulder. “Am I par for the course?”

“Shut the hell up.” She growled, gently laying back on his neatly made bed. “So what if i don’t want to hurt you- why is that a bad thing? I want to keep you all safe. What’s the harm in that- what the fuck are you looking for?”

“Got it...” Bucky stood straight again before walking to her. He knelt down on the bed beside her. “It isn’t a bad thing- it’s just that you’re going about it in a destructive way. You can keep us safe and live too. The way you’re going now, that’s not living. You’re just floating from day to day. Here. They found 'em last week and sent them to me. I’ve been waiting to give them to you.” He held a hand out, intending to drop the object into her palm. Tessa sighed and held it out flat. A cool metal grazed her palm and she broke her gaze off from his to look at it. Dog tags. She held them in front of her face to read them more clearly. They were slightly rusted, but the name was still clear: James Buchanan Barnes. “I’m not judging you for a mistake made six years ago. A mistake that was made with the best intentions in mind. With the best resources you had at the time. The Tessa I want to know is still in there- I’ve seen her during those late night talks in the light of the fridge. I’ve heard her when you talked about growing up with Tony or your early days in the military. And I’m gonna do everything I can to make her happy, because she’s gone through enough.”

Tessa swallowed, feeling the beginning of tears pricking at her eyes. She was speechless- her own mind waging war on itself.

“You know just what to say to make a girl blush, huh?” She sniffled, trying to laugh through it. Bucky grinned and took the tags, slipping them over her head, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Stay here for the night, please? I know that you shouldn’t really be out of the med bay yet but... I want to talk to you- I want to be around you. Please?” Bucky asked, his bottom lip pouting slightly and his blue eyes shining with hope. Tessa pretended to think it over, pressing her hand to the dog tags that occupied her chest.

“Okay. I’ll stay here. Only for tonight- and no funny business, Barnes.” She winced, sitting up. Bucky was quick to press a hand to her back, helping her sit. He gave a grin that would make the Cheshire Cat bashful.

“No promises, sweetheart.”

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The Maze Trials: A Gally Fanfiction

Pairing: Gally x Emi(OC)

Summary: Emi, first girl the Glade has seen. Tougher than she looks and more than ready to prove it. Since day one her and Gally have been at each other's throats. Fighting constantly and not just with their words.

(Gally fanfiction which will include smut. It also has an actual story line. Think of it as an AU to the original Maze Runner. It'll mostly follow the main story line with some changes. Mostly focusing on Emi and Gally and their relationship.)

Chapter Sixteen

I closed my door behind me then made quick work of taking my clothes off. A quick knock at my door told me it was Gally. He always knocked like that. I stepped behind the door opening it up for him to come in. The muscular builder walked inside then closed the door quickly. As soon as he noticed my lack of clothing he tried to grab me but I ducked out of his reach while laughing.

"No, my turn big bad wolf." I said quietly.

I pushed him backwards until he sat on the edge of the bed. I climbed onto his lap wrapping myself around him. My lips found his and the fight for dominance was on. I didn't let him win this time. I was gonna be the one in control.

I broke the kiss long enough to pull his shirt over his head. I grabbed his chin titling his head back to give me more access to his neck. I kissed and nipped at the skin with my teeth. He groaned grabbing onto my hips to bring me completely against him.

I stood suddenly causing him to look confused.

"Pants off" I said sternly but with a smile.

He kicked his pants off quickly then laid back on the bed. I crawled to hover over him. I kissed his lips then slowly trailed down his neck. My lips and tongue barely touching his skin. I continued down his chest to his abdomen. I stopping at his boxers tugging playfully at the hem with my teeth. My hands sliding slowly up his thighs until they reached his already hard member. I squeezed him threw the thin fabric making him groan and buck his hips.

I made a quick move to pull his boxers off and throw them to the floor. His eyes were burning into me as I took him in my hand. A low, long groan slipped from his lips as my hand wrapped around him. I pumped my hand slowly enjoying every second I made him feel like this.

"Emi please" he groaned bucking his hips.

I chuckled then took him into my mouth. His hand was in my hair the next second wrapping my hair around his fingers. I took him in as deep as I could. I used my tongue to rub against him as my head bobbed. His quiet groans and tightening hold on my hair telling me I was doing a good job.

I lifted up wanting nothing more than him to be inside me. I need him. I could never have enough of Gally. I crawled up his body so I could position myself above him. He held my hips tightly as I guided myself to sit down on him. I took my time letting every bit of him fill me. Gally's hands found their way back to my hips. I started to roll my hips against him. His hold on me instantly tightening. He pressed me against him harder. My hands rested on his chest as I continued to move against him. The room filled with my soft moans. Gally bit his lip as he watched me. His eyes dark with lust. I took my time to ride him. I wanted to draw this out as long as I could.

Without warning Gally raised his hips then started thrusting into me as hard and fast as he could. I bit back my scream. I knew the boys in their hammocks would hear me if I got too loud. He grinned like an idiot at me as his thrusts slammed into me. My nails dug into his chest. My want to stay quiet quickly fading. Gally stilled then quickly rolled us over. I landed on my back with Gally still inside me. He immediately picked up the pace. He grabbed my thighs holding them tight as he had his way with me. I couldn't complain. I wanted to be in control but Gally could always make me putty so easily.

"Emi" he groaned.

His rhythm faded but he still thrusted into me as hard as he could. I was a moaning mess beneath him. My climax swirling ready to make its appearance. I knew Gally was close to. A sudden hard thrust pushed me over the edge. My back arching as I moaned Gally's name. With a growl and a groan turning into my name Gally came undone.

He fell beside me on the bed. We were both panting and spent. Gally moved to get up but I wrapped myself around him to keep him next to me. I wanted just one night where I got to fall asleep next to him and wake up next to him in the morning.

"Emi, I have to get to my hammock." Gally chuckled running his fingers threw my hair.

"No, please stay with me tonight." I said quietly laying my head on his chest.

"Alby would kill me if I stayed in here with you." Gally said matter of factly.

"No he won't. Just one night Gally. Please." I begged raising up to look at him.

He sighed with a large smile.

"How could I possibly say no to that?"

He kissed the top of my head then pulled me against him. There was no feeling as good as this one. No guy would ever be able to compare to Gally in my eyes. I found my guy and he would be my guy for the rest of time. I've never been more sure about anything.

"I love you" he whispered into my hair.

"I love you Gally" I said then kissed his chest.

I couldn't help wishing it could be like this every night. What would a life outside of the maze be like with him? I tried not to dwell on the question knowing Gally never wanted to leave. It was something I tried not to think about. I didn't want to screw anything up because right here and now is what matters not an uncertain future. A future that may never happen. The reality we are currently in isn't all that bad. I like most of the gladers. I have Gally. We have food and shelter. What more could we ask for?

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Title: First Impressions Fandom: Original (AU setting) Characters: Felyx and Maya (Felyx belongs to AnonMS on Gaiaonline, Maya is my OC) Words: 1.9k Rating: E Prompt: Person A is at college, has some free time, finds a quiet spot to curl up and take a nap. When they wake, they find Person B, an art student, drawing them (without asking permission first). You choose where it goes from there.

Prompt by @otpprompts can be found here

Note: This was written in 2015 but I still think it’s cute and noticed I never posted it here.

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As the minute hand drew onto the 45-minute mark, the teacher in the front of their little class of twenty people glanced up, casting the group a smile.

“That’s it for today then. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me now or come to my office later. And don’t forget, your portfolios are due at the end of the semester.”

It was only just November, which meant that Maya had until March, but nonetheless, her teacher’s words were a reminder that she should probably get started. The requirement was showing off different traditional media and while there were some that came to her more easily – she loved working with watercolors more than anything – there were others she still had to practice with to feel more confident.

And so, casting a short glance outside and shuddering lightly at the sight of the pale grey sky that looked like incoming snow, she headed into the library, bag over her shoulder, sketchbook under her arm. She might as well start practicing some pencil sketches now; she could refine some with charcoal, colored pencils, or just shade them otherwise. Maybe she’d find some inspiration.

As she had expected, it was quiet, something that she always found rather soothing about being here. Soft footsteps announced presence her as she made her way to a table in the back of the study room, settling down and trying to make as little noise as possible. She retrieved a small leather case, which held different pencils, pens and other general sketching supplies, then moved her sketchbook onto her lap, vivid blue eyes trailing around the room for something that might make her hands itch to sketch.

When they had nearly come full circle, she noticed a figure, huddled into a corner, head tilted back a little. Even with the dark strands falling partially into his face, she could make out his features.

‘Wow… he looks really good.’

Absently, the brunette bit her lip, leaning forward a bit in her seat as her fingers moved through the pages until she found one that was still empty.

She had hoped to find inspiration, but really, it seemed as if inspiration had found her instead.

Her normally light brown braids were dangling against the paper, which explained the blotches of color in them considering her preferred medium.

Slender fingers on small hands drew the pencil over the page in her sketchbook with trained movements. A gesture first, getting down the general shape of the figure in front of her, vague, guidelines. Then, details, fleshing out his pose and body, the slight tug of fabric in parts of his attire that hinted towards him being at least somewhat muscular. His hands, which looked a little roughened, as if he worked with them often, one of them dangling limply just past his knee, the other propping up his face just above his nose.

And finally, her gaze wandered to his face, biting down on her bottom lip harder as she focused on this. The angular line of his jaw, the slight tilt of his lips, the serenity of his expression.

Just as she was sketching in more detail for his hair, she noticed a shift, more than the simple tremble of breathing.

Dark, reddish eyes were looking at her and she could feel her pale face heat up, eyes widening in shock. For a moment, he seemed confused, still in a state of waking and she took her chance, tearing the sketch from her book and thrusting it against his chest.

“Wha-…”

“I’msosorryherekeepit.”

Her words came out in one breath before she hastily grabbed her things, clutching her sketchbook closer and rushing out of the library in a half panic.

The male seemed to need another few seconds to fully wake, hands shifting to grab the paper that had been forced onto him and glancing down, surprised to see himself caught on it, in soft, elegant lines thinly sketched with a pencil.

While he hadn’t remembered all aspects the strange girl’s appearance, a few things had stuck. Blue eyes and specks of color in her hair, her braids mostly. Then that look of shock, but she had run out before he had been able to fully commit her face to memory.

This wouldn’t do…

He let out a small sigh, stretching carefully, joints cracking as they slipped back into their proper places. He moved the picture into one of his textbooks, placing it gingerly between the pages so it wouldn’t get crumpled.

His mind had immediately jumped to the one person he was sure would be able to tell him more about the mysterious artist.

He just had to find her.

There were a few places she would spend her time outside of class, but the problem was that he never quite knew when she was or wasn’t in class and truthfully, waiting until the weekend, when he would definitely see her, seemed too far away right now.

Reaching into the front pocket of his dark jeans, he retrieved his phone, fingers quickly moving across the keys on screen before sending off a message.

He didn’t have to wait long to notice a familiar, dark-haired woman enter the library and make her way towards him. Her hair gave off a blue shimmer against the light and violet eyes, no doubt contacts, stood out against her porcelain skin.

Felyx wasn’t surprised to see her draw some looks from other students in the library, who glanced up from whatever they were doing a little too long, but either she didn’t notice or didn’t care.

“You called?”

Her lips curled into a small, though curious smile and she sat down on the table, legs crossed over the edge of the table.

“Here.”

He handed her the sketch, brow furrowed slightly. “You study art… any idea who made this?”

The female’s eyes scanned across the pencil lines, then moved back up to meet his red ones. “I’d recognize those lines anywhere. That looks like one of Maya’s sketches. She specializes in watercolors… Is that… wow.”

“I’m guessing she was sketching me while I was asleep because she left me with this and ran away when I woke up.”

Mosune laughed, a soft, melodic sound.

“I don’t think she was expecting you to wake up. Anyway, we have class together again on Thursday. So that’s three days from now. Room 104, in the back building. Class ends at noon; the teacher always finishes on time. You should be able to catch her then.”

“You’re a lifesaver.”

“I know.” She smiled at him and got to her feet again elegantly. “I’ll see you soon. You owe me.”

“I know.” He cast her a smirk and watched her leave before sinking back down against the wall, in the same spot he’d slept in. His eyes trailed over the sketch, taking in every little detail. It was amazing how well she had captured him… and he hadn’t even noticed her watching him.

For the rest of the day and the entire next day, Maya found herself glancing around a lot more often, as if worried that the male might be waiting for her somewhere. To what? Complain that she had stalked him?

God… she must have seemed like such a creep.

But by the time Thursday came, she had pushed the event to the back of her mind, focused on other things. Their morning class was a practical one, working with acrylics on canvas.

She chose an easel next to a familiar face, smiling at the girl with the violet eyes.

“Hey Mosune.”

“Hi.”

The other smiled right back at her, pinning her raven hair up in a bun.

“Any idea what they want us to paint today?”

“A still life or something.” Maya frowned ever so slightly. “Seems a bit boring, don’t you think?”

“I’m sure today’s gonna end up less boring than you think.” Mosune replied, smiling back at her.

Throughout their painting assignment, the two continued to talk, until finally, the teacher ended their class, giving them time to clean their workspaces and palettes.

It was noon by the time they made their way out of the classroom and Maya found herself greeted by the familiar but unexpected sight of the boy she’d drawn in the library a few days ago. He was moving fast towards her too, holding a frame in his hands and handing it to her as he approached.

“Here. You should keep this, it’s really good.” He cast her a small smirk and she felt the familiar warmth threaten to creep into her cheeks.

“T-thanks.”

She took the frame, holding it so the picture was concealed from view by a few classmates curiously moving past the two of them. Mosune seemed almost amused by this exchange, Maya noticed.

“Maybe I’ll see you soon.” And with that, he took his leave, leaving behind a somewhat confused brunette and her amused friend.

“Is that the guy you mentioned? Looks like he even framed it for you.”

Maya nodded, head lowering a bit to hide her burning cheeks.

“God this is so embarrassing.” She muttered under her breath. “Don’t tell anyone, alright?”

“Of course not.” Mosune promised, smiling, and drawing an arm around her friend’s shoulder.

The moment she got home; Maya hung the framed picture up on the wall of her dorm.

But it wasn’t until nearly two weeks later that a completely random event brought her to pay more attention to it than usual.

Distracted from trying to find something, she tripped over her bag, bumping heavily against the wall. The impact knocked the frame down and it shattered, leaving the sketch to slip beneath her bed. She crawled down to get it and when she did, she noticed something on the back of it.

“Is that…”

A phone number.

So that was why he had spoken about hoping to see her again.

Once she had cleaned up, she retrieved her phone, quickly typing in a message to the not quite so unknown number.

“Hi! Looks like you hid this a bit better than you probably thought. I’d love to meet up, maybe for coffee? The girl with the sketchbook.”

Her attention shifted back to the sketch and a thought formed in her mind as she spread it carefully onto her desk across a layer of newspaper, grabbing her watercolors.

Without even having to think, her hands drew across the paper, adding color to the pencil lines, even without having to see him. His face was ingrained in the back of her head.

It took her about two hours to finish the sketch and only then did she check her phone to see that he had replied.

“Sure!

How does tomorrow afternoon sound? I’ll meet you at the Corner Cup?”

She sent him a quick answer, setting the time at 2 PM, then laid the picture down to dry. Time couldn’t pass fast enough and by the time the next day had arrived, Maya was more excited than she dared to admit.

As her fingers nimbly worked to put the familiar two braids into her hair, her eyes moved back to the now finished painting. She would take it with her, give it to him. And hopefully, he would accept it. A small, tiny voice in her head muttered about how it was a shame; that the painting would look amazing in her portfolio, but she silenced it. No, this would be better.

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