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avocadorablepirate · 2 months

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What Do We Call This? - 01

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Pairing: Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

Summary: On a quest to find what you've been looking for, you acquire the help of the Straw Hat pirates, who've agreed to let you temporarily join them. There are however many challenges that come along with your temporary recruitment - an alliance with a certain Trafalgar Law being one of them.

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: fluff, angst, kinda slow burn, swearing. OP spoilers (especially in this chapter). Probably shouldn't read if you haven't watched/read the Punk Hazard Arc.

A/N: 16 year old me is rolling in her grave, ready to resurrect from the dead, unalive me, and take my place because both she and I cannot believe that we are back here writing fics about a fictional man. We also cannot believe that our writing style has not changed one bit. It's honestly quite disappointing.

Anyway, this chapter kinda sucks (proof read, but for sure there are mistakes somewhere there), and the others probably will too (all I've written after this is my favourite part, the rest is up to fate and my willpower to continue writing). But, if it comes to it we can always just erase all of this, and act like none of this ever happened.

Why is it called 'What Do We Call This?" you ask? Because I honestly don't know what the fuck to call this.

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She found herself being welcomed onto the pirate ship, despite the fact that just a few days ago she was after their lives. It was truly a strange turn of events that had unfurled in the blink of an eye.

"If that's where you want to go then we'll take you! If I'm going to be Pirate King I'll have to visit every island anyway!" The captain had said without a second thought when she had asked them whether she could tag along for a short while.

To put it briefly she had met the crew at Fishman Island, initially with the intent to get rid of them. However, after certain explanations about memories that she did not want to dive into for the 2nd time that week, and some forgiveness on the part of the pirates, she was now onboard the Thousand Sunny, on her way to the new world, fulfilling her initial goals.

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The Straw Hats ship had docked at Punk Hazard on getting a call from someone on their Den Den Mushi. Luffy having picked it up without any hesitation had decided that he was going to help whoever it was.

A lot had happened since then. You had been captured along with Nami, Sanji, Chopper and Franky, and had found yourselves in a metal chamber along with the head of a samurai who was somehow still alive, despite lacking an entire lower body. Franky and Sanji had managed to break open the cell, allowing for your escape, but as all of you looked for a way out you ran into some children in what looked like a nursery. You had then escaped with the children, who had begged you to take them with you, but on exiting from the front you ran into a pirate named Trafalgar Law and the Marines. The group's interaction with the two was short, quickly choosing to find another exit.

Law, you thought to yourself as you kept running. You had heard the name before but couldn't quite remember when. You were however pulled out of your thoughts when from the corner of your eye you saw a thin blue orb surround the four Straw Hat pirates. You watched in shock as the hearts of the pirates were switched.

What had just happened?

You took a quick glance at the people behind you, had this been the work of the Marines or the pirate Trafalgar Law?

What you found was the pirate, frozen in place, staring at you as if he had seen a ghost. He had been caught off guard perhaps, not realising that there was someone else with the Straw Hats. But, he was quick to snap out of it, turning away and focusing his attention on the Marines at hand. You too turned back around, a small smile on your face despite the situation. You remembered now, where you had heard the name. What were the chances that you would finally meet him after all these years, you thought to yourself as you lightly touched the strap of your hood.

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Everyone was now hiding out in a cave behind the research facility you had been trapped in, the situation having completely changed.

You had reunited with the rest of the Straw Hats and Trafalgar Law had also joined the group with the intention of forming an alliance with the Straw Hats. You couldn't help but laugh to yourself when Luffy had readily accepted, thinking back to when he had gladly welcomed you onto his ship, despite the few protests from the rest of the crew.

Your laughing caught the attention of the captain of the Heart Pirates, and you were quick to regain your composure, giving him a quick smile as he eyed you. His attention then turned back to Luffy, but his hand pointed at you, "Who's that?"

Luffy looked from Law to you and back, his smile stretching from ear to ear, "Oh! This is (Y/N). She was trying to kill us," he says, his smile not letting up while Usopp and Nami yell at him for the introduction while you, Robin and Franky laugh, Chopper too stunned to speak. Usopp then explains to him that you've temporarily joined them, not going into further details.

Trafalgar Law was obviously not expecting that for a response, almost in complete shock that someone could be dumb enough to welcome an assassin onto their ship. However, he didn't address it, there were other things that needed to be dealt with, he would just have to be wary of you.

You, Nami and Usopp had volunteered to stay back and watch over the children. However, Caesar Clown himself had come to attack you. Unable to land an attack on him the three of you were knocked out and he took the children back with him leaving the three of you and Brownbeard behind. Luckily, the four of you had managed to escape and were now back inside the research facility with everyone else.

It was a strange group of people; pirates, Marines, a few of Caesar's subordinates, and whatever you were. However, given the situation everyone had decided to work together to escape the gas, defeat Caesar Clown and save the children. But you sensed that Trafalgar Law had other intentions as well.

Initially with the task of helping find the children, you stuck with Nami, but watched intently as Law went off on his own. You quickly made the decision to follow him. Unsure of whether he had any ulterior motives to form an alliance with the Straw Hats, you felt it would be a safe bet if you kept an eye on him, in turn protecting the Straw Hats who you were indebted to - incase he tried anything.

"Nami, I'm going to follow Trafalgar Law. Maybe I can find something that can help the children," you say, and quickly follow behind the other pirate, not giving Nami the chance to protest to your decision.

You kept a safe distance from Law, you couldn't let him see you. Following him through various corridors he finally stops at a room filled with huge tanks, the words 'S.A.D' painted on each of them in big bold letters. What is this place?

"Room."

"Shambles."

Law's voice draws your attention away from the tanks, and you notice the same blue orb from earlier surround him. You're taken by surprise when you see a translucent cube with what looks to be a heart inside it appear in the palm of his hand. Then suddenly Law's flung back and in front of him stands a tall man in a white coat and shades, the cube now in his hands. He looks vaguely familiar.

"Ver-go," Law tries to say as he stands up but the man squeezes the cube causing Law to fall back down and yell in pain.

Your eyes now focus on the heart, is that Law's? How did Vergo get his heart?

This time Law tries to land an attack on Vergo. He's able to hit him but it doesn't seem to do much. Vergo once again squeezes at Law's heart, harder this time, and you watch as Law falls on his back, unable to get up.

Shit what do I do? You scan your surroundings trying to find some way to help Law. You're not one for close combat, or combat at all for that matter, so running in and attacking is not an option. Just then you see the Marine from earlier, and you let out a sigh of relief, you could hold off on intervening for now.

Things however seemed to be taking a turn for the worse. Vergo had the upper hand, Smoker almost completely knocked out, yet you had a sliver of hope when you noticed Law dragging himself across the floor to reach for his heart. But, just as he was about to reach for it Vergo picked it up. You looked back to see Smoker lying still on the floor. Then you heard Law scream. A gasp fell from your lips, but you were quick to duck behind a wall before anyone could see you. Your body was shaking, Law's screaming was bringing back the memories.

Prison cell.

Dragged out.

Handcuffs.

Words.

Screaming.

More screaming.

Silence.

Handcuffs.

You try and take deep breaths to calm yourself. There's no point in remembering those things. You're free from it now, you try and tell yourself, You need to do something, if you don't, no one gets out.

Three deep breaths. You swore to yourself that you would never do this again, but maybe that wasn't the best idea when you had decided to associate yourself with pirates.

You outstretch your arm, and focus your attention on Vergo while still trying to hide yourself. From the corner of your eye you can see Smoker slowly starting to get up. You have to time this right.

"Grip."

"Twist."

You close your hands into a tight fist, and twist your wrist to the right.

Vergo suddenly screams, an excruciating pain surging through his right arm, and he drops Law's heart just as Smoker hits him from behind.

You unclench your fist and bite down on your hat that you had already placed between your teeth, trying your best not to let out a gut-wrenching scream of your own as you slide down against the wall to hide yourself.

The problem with these powers? You feel the same pain you inflict onto others, only it's far worse than what they feel.

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Law's surprised by the way Vergo is suddenly gripping at his arm, but he immediately looks to his right, he heard that gasp from earlier. He knows you've been following him, watching him, but until now he wasn't sure why. You're gripping at your right arm as well, from your expression he can tell you're in pain, did you do that? He doesn't know what to make of it. However, he takes this as his chance to get his heart back, and just in time - Vergo's attention is back on him.

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Trafalgar Law, you say to yourself, eyeing the man who's sitting by himself away from the rest of the group. He's different from what you had heard about him. Given, what you had heard about him was from a long time ago.

After the pain had subsided you had decided to get away just as Law laid his final attack on Vergo. You didn't want him questioning why you had followed him, and you definitely wouldn't have been able to explain why your right arm was limp. Instead, you headed back to the Straw Hats and acted as if you never saw or heard anything.

"(Y/N)-chan?"

"Hmm?" You turn your attention to Sanji who's holding out a bowl of food.

"Could you give this to Tra?" he asks, and you nod your head as you take the bowl from him.

Law's staring at Luffy and the rest of the Straw Hats, annoyance etched on his face. When he sees you his eyes do a quick scan from head to toe, but you notice how they linger on your right arm, which you quickly hide behind your back, shoving the bowl towards him.

"Here, Sanji wanted me to give this to you," you say, and he takes the bowl from you, nodding in thanks. You stand beside him for some time, waiting for him to say something, anything, but not a word comes out.

"Well, if you need more let me know," you say, quickly scurrying back to the cook who's all too happy with your company.

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A/N: Now you're probably wondering after reading this, why the fuck are you writing? It's very simple actually - because what's the point in living if you don't keep adding to the list of things you're embarrassed about <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠> ..... anyway see you next time....unless I choose to dip after this.

#one piece x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #law x y/n #law fanfic #screaming crying cannot believe im doing this

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insomniakisses · 1 year

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ITZY reaction to feeding off their s/o for the first time [Vampire au]

Got long so its a long ish reaction, lemmie know if u prefer longer ones

Warnings / notes; mentions of blood, biting and vampire!au, kinda suggestive

Being the leader of itzy and the oldest she was used to planning and organising pretty much everything. So when dates don’t match up and things go wrong her only source of comfort was to feed. She had many a blood bag purely for this occasion, stored securely in their own chilled container to use at her own discretion.

She’d been so stressed lately, swamped with work and all the promotions for their new album that she had completely forgotten to count how many where left. Not thinking much of it. What could happen if she was getting low, its nit like she’d run out completely. She never did.

Which is why it was such a shock this morning when she opened the container to find it completely empty. Not a bag or even drop of blood insight. The only thing present was a deep hunger and desire for blood. So deep she found herself waking you up and asking for yours.

She knew she shouldn’t, especially so early you probably didn’t know what you were agreeing too, but it felt so good. The noises you made, how you tasted and your body writhing under her. God it was euphoric. She was no where near satisfied but she knew she had to pull away less she drink you dry.

So with reluctance filling every part of her being she pulled away, placing feathery kisses across your cheeks and down to your neck where they got more and more heated as time went on. Her mouth moving lower and lower every second, soothing a new different of desire for you.

She hated herself, forgetting to pack blood bags on your 12 hour car ride was going to be a nightmare. Car journeys always did make her hungry, and although she didn’t mention it you could tell her hunger was getting the best of her. From her constant shifting around to her eyes practically glued to your neck you knew she was starving.

“Lia… you know you can always use m-“

“No!”

Despite the aggression in her voice you could tell she was trying her best not to bite you right then, her voice painfully strained as her hands gripped the seat. With a soft sigh you pulled the car over, climbing onto her lap and wrapping your arms around her neck. Placing a few kisses to her neck you before speaking up.

“I really don’t mind… I can tell your desperate plus… i think its kinda hot actually…”

Trailing your sentence off you placed your lips back onto her skin kissing from her neck up to her lips, connecting them to yours in a heated kiss before pulling away and practically whining out a plea in her ear.

“Please~ i want it just as much as you”

You could practically feel her smirk before her fangs dug gently into your neck, moaning as blood filled her mouth. Taking a few minutes to sate herself she pulled away, laying a kiss to your neck before letting you slump against her. The high slowly dissipating and leaving you sleepy and exhausted. She waited till you were completely asleep before siting you in her seat and driving to your destination.

She had been possessive and clingy all day. Never even letting you out of her sight, or arms for that matter, not even to shower. So it was no surprise that night when she pulled you into her lap arms trapping you in a vice like grip. Lips on your shoulder immediately, making there way up to your neck before she froze.

About to turn your head to check what was wrong, you were caught of guard when she flipped you. Your back pressing harshly into the sofa as her hands pinned your wrists to the leather seat. Red eyes of hunger and complete desire staring right through your scarred ones and into your soul.

Her body lunging forward, fangs inches away from your neck when you whimpered. It was quiet, almost inaudible, but she heard it. Clear as day. Her actions halting immediately, eyes returning to soft brown, her fangs remaining as she placed soft kisses across your skin. Muttering apology after apology for her behaviour and for scaring you.

Moves you so your on her lap, straddling her so your facing each other. Places her lips onto yours for a soft kiss, intending it to be innocent but like always her kisses turn rougher and more heated. Clothes being carelessly discarded until she looses control again, moving to pull away but you grab her hair. Pushing her closer to your neck, silently begging her to bite into your flesh.

Bliss filling both of you when she does, her thirst sated and your pleasure heightened by the small but dangerous action. Pulling away gently she trails her tongue across your neck to catch any stray drops of blood before giving you a cheeky grin, hands finding their way along your body perfectly. She was far from done with you yet, another type thirst needing to be sated.

You’d been sleeping in as she made you some breakfast, going to wake you only to get distracted by her own hunger. Your head turned to the side provided her perfect view to your neck and pulse point. The thought if sinking her teeth into it making her go crazy.

Doesn’t even register herself moving closer until shes straddling you and placing kisses up and down your neck, teeth dragging across your skin. Fangs just millimetres away from piercing the delicate flesh that lies there.

It isn’t long until your wide awake, staring at her eyes wide and breath hitching when her gaze meets your own. Your hazy, sleep filled ones meeting her bright red ones burning with hunger and desire. You give a soft nod and she immediately breaks skin, eyes shutting tight as she feels her desire finally dwindle.

But the high of tasting you mutes all other senses and reason, and it isn’t long until you get light headed and weak. Pushing her off with all your might as she gasp in realisation, cleaning your wound while you finally let your eyes close content in knowing she’d stopped. This would 100% be a one time thing.

Being new to vampire life having only been an adult for a small time, so she was relatively new to the whole feeding thing. A major concern when dating you, a human, not that you ever thought she would hurt you. At least not intentionally.

Yuna however, was a lot more worried. As were the other girls. Having recently moved in with yuna the two of you were around each other pretty much all the time aside from work, bringing in the challenge of yuna being unpredictable and very, very blood crazy.

Having managed to go through her whole stash of blood she kept in the house, she felt herself panic. You were due home any second and here she was practically drooling over the idea of her teeth in your flesh, blood flowing down her throat.

She wanted it. Needed it. Eyes turning red, pupils dilating and sharp fangs poked from between her parted lips. You were outside, heart beating steadily as you turned the handle, making your way inside door barely shutting before she pounced.

She couldn’t help it, her instincts overriding her mind as she pushed you up to the wall. Hand squeezing tightly on your neck, feet inches above the ground as you writhed and gasped for breath. Yuna’s grip unrelenting as she sunk her teeth into your arm, blood dripping from her lips and onto the floor.

You fought, and you fought hard. Pushing, kicking, shoving even screaming but nothing seemed to work. Your voice growing tired the more and more you tried to reason. Fear filling your being when her eyes locked with yours, it was barely a second before they locked shut again. The damage, however, already done. You’d never seen her like this. Eyes glowing red, void of anything but hunger. So… inhuman.

Neither of you were sure how long she was there for, but you could feel yourself getting weaker. Eyes fighting to stay open as your mind and vision became fuzzy, body completely void of movement as yuna continued to feed. Eyes shut as she moaned in content her bliss falling short at the pained, tired voice.

“Y-yun-a ss-sto-p”

Eyes shooting open she ripped her mouth away from your arm, backing away in shock she couldn’t help the tears streaming down her face. You were hurt, dying even and it was all because of her.

Picking you up she rushed you to the bedroom, laying you softly on the bed as she cleaned and wrapped your wounds. Kissing every inch of your skin as she apologised over and over again promising to nurse you back to health, you couldn’t she wasn’t letting you. She could only hope you would forgive her as your voice echoed in her head. Full of fear and pain, because of her.

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thatgyalfisher · 7 months

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Loser!ellie x bff!r

Tw: MDNI!! I will find you and tell ur mom🤗,finger sucking,tension,neck kissing,sleep over👀.

Note:im just down bad for loser ellie shes so cute,and if u want me too write something comment some requests!!!

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My heart is beating in my ear as she puts her head on my lower stomach as we cuddle,like we often did. Mouth so close to the place where i have been secretly fantasizing it.

“So any new nerdy astronomy facts?” She says,as the vibration from her voice sends shiffers down my spine. We don’t often cuddle,but when we do i feel like my eyes are going to pop out of they’re sockets because of how nervous i am.

“No..” a shy almost whisper like mumble comes from ellie as she has trouble breathing because of how softly u speak to her as if she were to break if i did otherwise, ”anything nerdy you’d like to talk about?” ellie tries to make her voice sound as non-shaky and high pitched as possible.

“You are the only nerdy thing i know” she chuckled,so pretty ellie thought she was going to throw up from how much effect u had on her nerdy sensitive little heart.

“Your funny” ellie trys to calm down by doing the one thing she’s good at,being sarcastic. Another angelic chuckle falls from ur lips,”don’t worry i like ur nerdyness,its cute..” she spoke,ellie was felt like she was blowing steam out of her ears at this point,face all red like a lobster.

“U like me?” Ellie says in a quiet tone,voice cracking on the ‘like’ part. Unsteady breathing of how flustered she is, ‘im okay’ she tells herself inside her head.

“Of course i like u ellie,ur my favorite person” she spoke as she picked up ellies hand and pulled it closer to her.

Oke i was definitely not okay.

Ellie makes a bold move according to herself by slightly caressing ur hand with her thumb,praying to the gods above u wouldn’t notice how sweaty her hands had gotten over time. The two of u lay there,while shes humming some song ellie can’t seem to recognize. Ellie on the other hand is just staring straight ahead trying to ease herself from having a nervous breakdown.

And doing so her hand,automatically like someone else was controlling it slides to ur face caressing ur soft cheek now,she had only dreamt of her hand ever being so close to ur face let alone on ur face caressing it.

Ellie almost chokes on her spit, having a feeling shes going to pass out or have a stroke at any moment now that u had taken your hand in her own, bringing it to ur mouth and just put her two fingers in your mouth,warm and soft all your saliva on them. Yup ellie was going too pass out.

As if that wasn’t bad enough,a loud whimper falls from her lips as soon as she feels ur tongue swirls o so slowly around them.

All ellie can think hope for right now is for a hole to appear in the floor and bury herself in it.she was so embarrassed. Just wide eyed this time staring straight forward,not daring to say anything or look down at u.

She feels ur smile as u heard the beautiful sound fall from her lips,still not looking at eachother.

“I like you..” ellie sort of blurts out without thinking,she immediately regrets it thinking your probably just fucking with her.

U sit up and scoot over closer to her,ever so close to ellies face. Exchanging the warm breathes u both were unevenly letting out. “I like you too ellie” as her right hand cups ellies warm face,grinning a bit knowing how much this caught her off guard.

Ellie leans in only when u do,lips connecting like ellie had thought about a million sleepless nights. She loses it when u whimper in her mouth as she responds back with a loud moan. She held u,hands now on ur back never wanting this moment to end.

You both unwillingly disconnect your lips to both catch a breath,unsteady breaths being outed in the room that felt so small to ellie,feeling as if shes about to have an upcoming seizure. “You were really enjoying your self,huh?” Referring too the loud moan the girl had released in the others mouth just mere seconds ago.

“I..” she doesn’t know what to do nor say,she didn’t know if she was embarrassed or flustered by all of this. “Yeah i was..” ellie gives a clear answer.

“Good” the girl speaks before connecting her lips to ellies jaw,as ellie sucks in a sharp breath. Feeling she’s on the verge off tears because off how happy and turned on she is.

Another rewarding whimper comes from ellie as u nibble at the soft flesh of her throat, “stop..” ellie is hopeless. “Why” you say as ellie can feel you smirk against her neck.

“It makes me..” ellie stops too embarrassed too say it. “Makes u what ellie,tell me” u tease her, “ ‘makes me all..wet and..” she stops again as u suckled harsher on the soft skin below her ear.

“And?” U continue,”you know what i mean” ellie says in a broken voice, “i think” u pause lowering ur mouth too her ear level “it makes u want to fuck me ellie..” a soft whine comes from ellie,which u assume was a yes.

Ellie felt like she was going too pass out,go up too heaven and come back, as she felt a wet spot in her now tight fitting boxers, the room felt small, hell the bed even felt small.

“Well too bad,u first have to be a good girl too get what u want ellie” u say as u cut the whole scene off. Cold turkey just standing up from the bed walking over too the table lamp flicking it off. Coming back too bed giving ellie a kiss on her right cheek and sliding under the blanket,covering her up too.

Grinning at how u had her all worked up,ellie knew what u were doing and hates it. She wanted to stop u when u walked away and do all the things to u that keep her up at night,but she didn’t. Cause a small part off her liked the beginning off this little game.

U guys still cuddle up in bed,ellie being the big spoon as always. “Love you els..” u say so quiet she almost didn’t hear u, she first thought she was just hearing things because off how worked up you’d gotten her.

U almost regret saying it since she was not responding, then an even quieter “love u more” gets whispered in ur ear,kissing the lobe off it.

Both happily dozing off too sleep with each other and the events off tonight on both your minds.

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Note: OOPS DIDINT PROOF READ BUT YOU’LL BE FINE I HOPE💗

#ellie williams x reader #loser!ellie #tlou #the last of us

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gojocp · 7 months

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tangled

cw: tangled au! reader wears a dress and has VERY long hair, geto as flynn ryder, reader as rapunzel featuring: geto suguru 1 | 2 |

a/n: hello!! i'm so glad you guys liked the first part, i did make some very little changes to it after it was posted, but here's the second one lmk how it is!! <33

tags: @cofijelli (lmk if you want to be tagged in future parts)

you come out from hiding behind a mannequin and clutch the frying pan to your chest.

the strange man's eyes flutter open, and you knock him out with the pan again. you look over to your chameleon, pascal, and he gestures to check for sharp teeth, as your mother was telling you all outside people have them.

you use the handle and lift his upper lip, not seeing any teeth. feeling a bit relieved, and hit him once more with the pan for good measures.

'what is mother gonna say? oh god, what do i do?' you think to yourself. 'no, this is good. i can prove myself. i am strong enough to leave.'

you head back towards the unconscious man and, using all your strength, you haul his body into a nearby closet, and block it with a chair.

you notice a crown has fallen out of the satchel, and head toward the mirror to try it on. you put it around your wrist like a bracelet, receiving a look of disapproval from pascal, and then put it on your head, earning you another.

you open the satchel and find a 'wanted' poster of the criminal in your closet. 'suguru geto, wanted dead or alive.'

"(y/n)! let down your hair!" you hear.

"coming!"

you shove the crown and poster into a satchel, and then into a nearby pot.

after helping your mother into the tower, she says,

"i have the biggest surprise for you, dear!"

"i do too.." you chuckle nervously.

"ooh, i bet mine is bigger. i'm making hazelnut soup for dinner, your favourite! surprise!"

"well.. mother. i've been thinking about what you said earlier.."

"i hope you're not still talking about the stars," she says.

"floating lights," you correct, "and yes i'm leading up to it.."

"because i really thought we'd dropped this conversation."

"i know you think i'm not strong enough to handle myself out there.." you start.

"ohh, i know you're not strong enough to handle yourself out there." she cuts you off.

"but if you'd just-"

"(y/n)."

"just listen.."

"(y/n).." she growls, feeling more agitated.

"just look, mother-"

"enough, (y/n)! you are never leaving this tower! ever!" she shouts, eyes crazed and wild.

slowly, you take your hand off of the chair blocking the closet and look at the painting you made of the 'stars'. with tears welling up in your eyes, you say,

"i know what i want for my birthday now.."

"and what is that?" she questions, pinching her nose bridge.

"new paint, the kind made from the shells you once brought me.." you say.

"(y/n), that would be a three-day trip," she responds.

"i just thought it would be a better idea than.. the stars." you sigh.

"okay.. i'll go get them."

.・。.・゜✭・.

"are you sure you'll be alright." your mother asks, packing food into a basket for herself.

"i know i'm safe as long as i'm here," you respond, hugging her as she places a kiss on your head.

"alright, i'll see you in three days," she states, lowering herself using your hair.

.・。.・゜✭・.

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suguru wakes up tied to a chair, hair all around him, and a chameleon sticking its tongue in his ear.

"what the hell?!" he shouts out, rubbing his ear with his shoulder, trying to remove the uncomfortable feeling.

"i'm not afraid of you.." you call out from the shadows, using your hair to swing yourself down from the ledge you were previously standing on.

"...huh?" he mumbles, shocked and confused by the amount of hair you have. "what..?"

"..how did you find me, suguru geto..?' you question, slowly raising your frying pan.

"uh- yeah, uhm. suguru's fine. anyway, it's really not that deep girlie-"

"(y/n)." you interrupt.

"yeah- i was running away from guards, saw a tower climbed it, and.." he pauses. "where's my satchel?" he asks frantically, throwing an accusing look your way.

"i've hidden it, somewhere you'll never find it." you say, crossing your arms with a proud look on your face.

"it's in that pot, isn't it," he states.

*CLANG*

fwip

"would you stop that!" he shouts, rubbing his ear with his shoulder again.

"now, i've hidden it somewhere you'll never find it." you start, "so what do you want with my hair, to cut it?"

"huh?

"sell it?"

"no?? look, the only thing i want is it to get out of your hair. literally!"

"you- wh-" you stammer, "you're telling the truth?"

"yes! i saw a tower, i climbed it. the end."

turning away, you hold pascal in your hand a communicate with him.

"i know, i need someone to take me."

"this could be my only chance." you explain to the chameleon.

coming to a conclusion, you begin, "okay suguru geto, let's make a deal."

"a deal?" he asks, giving you a judgmental look.

"yes. a deal. look here." you start, turning him to look at your painting of the lights.

"do you know what these are?' you question.

"the lantern thing they do for the lost princess?"

'i knew they weren't stars' you think.

"yes, tomorrow night, they'll float in the sky. you will take me to see them, return me home safely, and only then will you get your precious satchel. that is my proposal." you explain.

"yeah, uh, no. the city and my aren't really 'best friends' at the moment, so no. i'm not taking you anywhere." he says, trying to free himself from the hair prison.

"then you can say 'bye' to your satchel." you retort, tightening the hair on his wrists, halting further movement.

"bye then." he says, calling your bluff.

"something brought you here. call it what you will. fate, destiny-"

"a horse."

"so i have decided to trust you." you continue.

"a garbage decision at that."

"but trust me when i tell you this, you can tear this tower apart brick by brick. but without my help, you will never see your dear satchel again." you threaten, pulling the chair so he's at eye-level with you.

"i take you to see the lantern, bring you back, and you promise to let me go?" he inquires.

"i promise."

"??" he gives you a look that tells you he isn't quite convinced.

"and i never break my promises.. ever," you add.

"fine. we'll go." he sighs, giving in.

"really??" you gleam, letting go of the chair and dropping suguru on his face.

"ow."

#jjk #getou suguru x reader #getou x reader #suguru geto #geto x reader #geto suguru #jjk fluff #tangled #au #tangled au #jjk x reader #suguru geto x reader #suguru x reader #jjk suguru #gojocp #mother gothel #flynn rider #rapunzel #eugene fitzherbert

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jayrlz · 2 years

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STACY’S MOM – JAY

( but it’s actually her dad )

warnings : u literally crush on ur bffs dad, jay + daddy issues wbk, very suggestive

listen to : stacy’s mom by fountains of wayne

part 2 !

your phone binged and the screen opened thanks to the notification received.

“ wanna come over and sit by the pool? ”

it wrote under stacy’s contact.

how can i make this about her dad without making it about her dad, you thought.

well, you obviously couldn’t. what were you gonna do? ask if mr. park was going to be there? that’s the weirdest thing you could possibly ask over text.

so instead, you called her.

“ what’s up, you can’t make it? ” her voice spoke on the other line, clearly confused on why you couldn’t text her.

“ i’m getting ready right now, is mr park gonna be there? ” you asked, trying to make it less weird, causing it to be a lot weirder.

“ as in my dad? ”

“ how many mr parks do you know? my dad wants me to give him something. ” okay, that was a valid excuse which came in a record time; without the need of ‘um’s or ‘er’s.

“ oh, that makes sense. yup, he’s probably gonna join us in the pool for a bit, if you’re cool with that. hurry up, we wanna order take out! ” she said, and quickly hang up on you.

after putting on your swimsuit and a short summer dress, you rushed over to your friend’s house.

she probably saw you while she were sitting outside, since you didn’t even have to knock before the door opened.

except behind it, it wasn’t stacy.

of course, since the world hates you, and since stacy’s too lazy to get up herself and open the door, there stood her dad, smiling at you.

“ hey y/n, good to see you. ” he spoke, and you smiled back at him, hoping your face hadn’t turned fully red.

“ hi mr park! ” you said as he stepped aside, and playfully rolled his eyes.

“ i’ve already told you, there’s no need to call me ‘mr park’, you’re nineteen now. just call me jay. ” he said with a sly smile and you nodded, chuckling at his words.

you both walked to the pool, where the dark haired girl run up to you and gave you a hug. “ what’d you want to give to my dad? ”

okay, you totally forgot about that! great job!

both stacy and jay looked at expectedly for a good two seconds - that seemed like a year - as you tried to come up with an excuse.

“ ah, it must have been that screwdriver i let him borrow. i already told him he can keep it, sorry for the extra effort y/n, but you’ll have to take it straight back. ” he laughed and you nodded, as he then walked to the side.

before you knew it, stacy was dragging you to get in the pool, and you almost did, before you looked at mr park’s side.

there he was, slowly - or, it must have been your brain playing it at 0.5 - taking his shirt off, letting you see his ripped body.

you swore your mouth watered on the spot. he threw his shirt to the side, as he in a very model-like way pushed his hair back.

the sun which was previously hidden by some clouds appeared, causing the perfect golden hour effect to land on his beautiful face, highlighting all his angel-carved features.

your eyes shifted lower, and that’s when the clear lining on his swimwear made you gulp.

how big was this man’s dick exactly? you swore you’ve never seen-

“ y/n! ”

your friends voice caught you off guard, as you turned to look at stacy who was covered up to her neck with water by now.

“ are you daydreaming about my dad? ”

your heart dropped on the stop and you immediately opened your mouth to defend yourself, but it had gone dry.

“ geez i’m kidding, why’d your face drop? ” she laughed, “ come on in, what’s taking you so long? ”

and so you walked towards the small stairs, yet since you took ages to get in, mr par- jay had caught up with you.

he softly placed his arm on your waist as he looked at you, “ what’s taking you so long, y/n? scared it’s gonna be too big? ”

your eyes went wide and your cheeks got red at his words, “ s..sorry? what did you j..just ask me? ”

“ whether you thought it’d be too cold? ..did i say something wrong? ” he asked confused at your reaction.

you quickly peaked at stacy, scared she’d be able to tell something by your reaction as she knew you too well, yet luckily for you, she was practicing an underwater handstand ( which wasn’t going too well ) .

“ no, ” you nervously chuckled, “ i must have misheard you. ”

he chuckled with a small smirk,

“ you didn’t. ”

and with that he went in the pool.

#enhypen #enhypen angst #enhypen crack #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fic #enhypen fluff #enhypen humor #enhypen smut #jay enhypen #jay imagines #jay smut #jay x reader #jay fluff #jay crack #jay fic #jay headcanons #jay drabbles #jay daddy issues

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mak3itr7ght · 5 months

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Pair: Jeon Jungkook x fem!reader (Aladdin Au)

'Dad! Dad! Tell us one of your stories!!'

I see my little children running towards me and hugging me.

'Kids! IIt's bedtime. Don't disturb your father'

With a nod, I look at Y/n, who is trying to convince our little ones to go to sleep.

But they don't seem to give up, they are my children, after all.

I invite them to sit next to me.

'Let's have a deal... I'll tell you the story, but then you'll have to go straight to bed, okay?'

The little bipeds nod, sitting next to me.

I clear my throat.

'This.. is a romantic story, the story of two dreamers, and.. a genie!!'

I say, doing this move:

The kids start laughing. Me with them.

'Once upon a time...'

BEGINNING OF STORY

Jungkook's POV:

'Sire! It's not possible that every chance you get, you try to escape from the palace!'

'Come on, Karim, don't you think you're exaggerating?... I don't do that..often'

'it's the 24th time...this month...'

'oh... I think you're wrong, I count 25'

'25? Impossible- HEY!'

Luckily Karim didn't notice the open window. Sometimes I feel sorry for that poor guy, but I can't stay enclosed in that building, it goes against my nature.

My sister recently became the sultan, she has always been my source of inspiration, but first, I have to find my path, my purpose, and for now, I want to know what is outside the palace, what she thinks our people, what do our people dream of!

By climbing along the buildings of the town, I manage to elude the guards who are looking for me. Finally, I can enjoy the bazar, my absolute favorite place: hearing people's laughter, their conversations, the smells of spices, the sand in the air, the children running and playing, the bright colors of the fabrics and flags, because here there are not only peoples from Arabia, this is a place full of travellers, who come from every land and... the most beautiful thing, the music, which transports me with it every time, makes me travel, makes me dream , makes me dance, makes me sing and frees me from every chain, from every role, from every responsibility.

I start singing a song and, together with all the other people, we start dancing among the stalls! it's always so nice to share these moments with my people.

Once the song is over, a huge applause starts. I look around, but one stand in particular steals my attention. I get closer to take a better look at what was displayed on that table covered with a beige tablecloth. Jewels. Not even in the palace have I ever seen such beautiful ornaments, enriched with such colorful and shiny stones. One ring particularly attracts me, adorned with a blinding red ruby.

'Excuse me, ma'am, how much do you want for this ring?'

I turn towards the hooded woman, owner of the stall.

'It's 22 denarii'

She tells me, coming closer and lowering her hood.. who would have thought, I was wrong, she is a girl and.. she is beautiful, I might add. I remained enchanted by that charm for a few seconds, as if I had ended up under some magic spell ..

'Mh? Everything's alright? Did you see anything strange?'

The girl says, waving a hand in front of my face, unlocking that state of Trance into which she herself had led me.

'Oh.. yes yes, here you go..'

I take out my trusty bag where I keep the coins and then hand the 22 denarii to the girl, while she, in turn, hands me the ring.

'Thank you! it's a really beautiful jewel... did you create them?'

The girl shows a slight smile.

'Yes, just me, I often find these stones along my travels and make them into jewels'

'You're a traveler then. It's obvious you're not from here haha'

'Actually, my mother has Arab origins, while my father comes from the distant West'

Uhh.. exotic, I like it. Probably she inherited those expressive eyes from her father’s side.

'You know.. I found that ruby not too far from here, near a very unique cave.. I hope it will bring you luck, Your Highness'

I widen my eyes in surprise.

'H-how did you know-'

'SIRE! FINALLY HERE YOU ARE!’

Oh Karim... always at the wrong time..

I hide the ring in the pocket of my robe and am forced by the guards to return to the palace. Before going, however, I turn my gaze towards that girl, who I forgot to ask her name. She was already observing me, and once our gazes align, like the sun and moon during an eclipse, we exchange a smile, while then she raises the hood on her head, going back to rearranging the necklaces on her stall.

Y/N's POV:

I Sigh. Putting the jewels I couldn't sell today back into my bag. Today was different from the usual.

I return home, noticing my mother cooking in our kitchen.

'I'm back!!!'

‘Darling! How was your day? Did you manage to sell anything?'

'Something..yeah. In particular, I sold the ruby ring.. to the Prince Jungkook'

I see my mother jump.

'Prince? Did the prince himself buy one of your jewels?'

I nod, chuckling.

'and tell me.. what he said to you??'

'Nothing that interesting, mum. Sorry but we can't talk now, I have to rush to the workshop, I still have some stones to cut and tomorrow will be another busy day, many travelers will arrive and therefore more chances to sell!!!'

'Y/n! My baby! But don't overdo it with all this work...'

I immediately run upstairs, straight to my work table. I take out of my bag an ocher stone that I found a few days ago, I was thinking of dividing it in two and making a pair of earrings.

'Oh.. where did I put the razor blade.. Here it is!'

I stop for a second, looking at some old canvases that are near my bed, I stop for a moment, but then, shaking my head, I return to my work.

Who knows if, when the prince looks at the ring, he will think a little about me.. pff.. what am I thinking? He is a prince, he will have an infinite number of rings, what he bought today must have been one of the many whims that nobles have...

Jungkook's pov:

'Jungkook, now you're exaggerating with these constant escapes from the palace.'

'But, Jasmine, I-'

'Listen to me, it's not that I don't want to get you out, but, don't you think it's time you start studying? Acculturate yourself? One day, you will be the sultan'

'Jasmine, I don't want to lock myself in a library and waste my time there, I.. I'm a-'

'yes, a dreamer, you always say it..'

'Wasn't it your desire to escape from the palace that made you meet Aladdin? Or am I wrong?'

'no but..'

'Then why don't you let me out?'

My sister doesn't respond.. it's the first time I've managed to dismantle her, I stay and watch her while she turns and leaves my rooms, apparently annoyed.

I don't understand what's wrong with her. Since our father died, she has changed, her husband also thinks so.. however, it is not easy to manage an entire nation alone, being a woman, many ""people"" sometimes don't believe her and even allied countries tend to always put it in the background. Maybe that's why she doesn't let me out, because she doesn't want me to become like her... but it's senseless. I sit on the bed and the ring I bought this morning comes out of the pocket of my dress.

'I forgot about you'

I'm starting to talk to objects... good, I'd say.

'I wonder what the name of that girl who sold you to me is.. I can almost see her angelic face in the reflections of your scarlet shades..'

I lie down on the bed, still observing the jewel, and then my sight look out the window... it's the ideal evening to walk in the garden, with the light of the full moon illminating the landscape, a light which, colliding with the ruby of my ring , causes a blinding glow emanate from it. I'm probably going crazy, but I feel some sort of strange energy coming from the jewel.

'I have decided! Tomorrow I will go to the market again, with my sister's permission, and I will visit that girl!'

I smile, and then, instinctively, give the ruby a light kiss.

As soon as my lips left it, however, the glow that had appeared before, reappeared, but this time, it couldn't be thanks to the moon... A pink cloud begins to emerge from the ring, spinning around me. Surprised, I throw the jewel across the room, while the cloud continues to spread across the room.

I continue to observe the scene with my mouth open.

The cloud takes the form of a creature... or it would be better to say, a lady, more precisely, and my surprised look soon becomes a confused one.

I observe the creature, when it begins to speak to me.

'At your service, master! Tell me, what is your wish?'

'Oh...but you, you are a genius!?!?!?'

'Who else should I be? A pink unicorn?'

I burst out laughing, above all, at the joy I'm feeling.

'so I have the three wishes available, right? Okay, so the first-'

'STOP STOP STOP boy!'

The female genius looks around.

'You have to be careful what you wish for, I'm not the lamp's genie..'

My gaze returns to confusion.

'What do you mean?'

'Well... unlike him, you can ask me more than three wishes, but... I can only help you when, to make that wish come true, there is no other way out'

I still don't understand... that's why I limit myself to looking at the creature with the same disoriented look.

'Pff.. you princes.. you are all the same.. Let me explain better, then..'

The genie makes a blackboard appear with some doodles.

'if you were in prison, sentenced to death, you call me and wish to escape, I can do it with just a snap of my fingers! However, if next to you you have the bunch of keys to your cell or a file to cut the bars on the window, I can't help you..'

'Oh...'

I finally understood.

'But then you're useless...'

'USELESS?! WATCH HOW YOU SPEAK, SIR!'

'Yes, sorry.. but.. listen, the only wish I have in mind right now is to want to meet a girl-'

'Ah and I can't grant wishes related to love! It would undermine free will, don't you think?'

'I don't want to make her fall in love with me. I just want to meet her and talk to her, I don't feel like I'm affecting any free will. Furthermore, objectively speaking, now I have no other methods to reach her because I don't know where she lives, I don't even know her name.. '

The genie looks at me, confused.

'So you fell in love with a girl you don't even know?'

'she was the one who sold me the ring with your ruby, do you understand?? This is destiny! And..for the record..we spoke this morning, so..I know her..I know her enough to say that..she has a soft voice, delicate skin, big expressive eyes and hair that looks so soft.. it's perfect!'

'and you're head over heels for her...alright, Prince Charming, I'll take you to her, I understood who she is'

Y/n's pov:

'They're wonderful eheh'

I take the ocher earrings I just made, holding them up in front of the window so the moon can give them some light.

'but now it's late.. I'd better go to sleep..'

I put away my tools, and adjust the for tomorrow.

Suddenly, something bursts through the window of my room, which makes me jump in fear. I hold myself against the wall, petrified, trying to understand what has just entered the room.

'it was crazy, genie!!! We have to do it again!'

'Will you calm down!? Look who's in front of you!'

That male voice is not new to me... the shadow of the male figure who is hidden in the room, approaches me towards the moonlight coming through the window, revealing his identity.

'Your Highness.. what are you doing here? And.. and what is that??'

I say, in panic, trying to settle down a bit.

My eyes widening at the sight of that pink human-shaped cloud..

'Hey hey hey, calm down, don't be afraid. I understand that you feel disoriented but I will explain everything to you! She is the genie of the ring!'

I remain silent, still not understanding.

'Oh.. well.. she's basically a very powerful entity, who can make anything you want come true, she popped out of the ring I bought from you, this morning'

I let myself slide along the wall, with my mouth open, ending up sitting on the floor. The prince laughs, and comes to sit next to me.

'I know it all seems like a dream.. and I'm sorry to have surprised you like this, at this time, but.. I wanted to meet you so much! Taking you to the palace and maybe getting to know each other a little, what do you think?'

The boy approaches me, dangerously, and slightly arrogantly. Annoyed, I get up and look at him irritated.

'but how dare you? Alright, you're the prince, but doesn't that give you the right to barge into my house, into my room, at this hour, aided by this... being and then order me to come to the palace with you and get to know each other better? You nobles are all the same, arrogance comes out of every pore. Get out of here!'

I say, pointing to the window.

'But I-'

'I said out!'

'but at least.. you could tell me your name'

'NO'

So the prince, silently and apparently mortified, approaches the genie, and once the latter snaps her fingers, they disappear before my eyes.

'maybe I exaggerated...'

Jungkook's pov:

What happened shocked me almost more than when they told me that my father was no longer here, maybe now I'm exaggerating the situation... but really...

'What did I do wrong, Genie!?'

I say sitting on the ground, frustrated. The genie sits next to me, putting her hand on my shoulder.

'Prince, I think you made the wrong approach to that girl..'

I turn towards her, with a confused and... annoyed look.

'She called me arrogant! I didn't do anything wrong!'

'Maybe not everyone fully understands your behaviour, what for you may have been an innocent invitation, for her seemed like an order...'

'So what should I do?'

'Maybe tomorrow you should go back to her stand and apologize'

I nod..laying on the bed and praying that the night would pass quickly.

the morning

As soon as the slightest ray of sunlight caresses my eyelids, I open my eyes wide. I have to run to the bazar. I get ready, take the ring and start to go out the window, when something stops me... maybe it's that "common sense" I've always heard about... I decide to go to my sister.

'Jasmine.. first of all, sorry about yesterday.. I promise you that I will start studying and stop running away.. but you have to allow me to go out, only today.. please'

I bow before my sister, begging her to give me permission to go out. Raising my head, I see Aladdin placing his hand on Jasmine's hand, urging her to grant my wish.

'Okay, Jungkook, go, don't worry, it won't be the last time I'll let you out, but lessons will start next week'

Out of joy, I run to hug my big sister and her groom. Then i run out of the building, straight towards the market. People sing, dance, but in that moment, for the first time, the music fails to captivate me. Among the crowd, I manage to glimpse the girl's stall and... her! With her hood, with her back turned...but still her!!! I smile and move closer.

'Hey hey hey! Sorry about yesterday... I was a fool, I exaggerated, so much that you misunderstood my intentions-'

The girl turns around, lowering her hood... it's not her.

'Oh.. sorry, maybe you are looking for my child- But.. sire..'

The woman raises her hand to her mouth in surprise. I grab her other hand, squeezing it.

'Ma'am.. can you tell me where your daughter is?! I have to talk to her..'

The lady, still a little shaken and confused, hesitates for a few words.

'I think she went to the stand where Omar sell the paintings... it's right over there'

'Thank you very much, ma'am'

I say, kissing the woman's hand. I move towards the stall of paintings, I know the good man who creates and sells them... now that I think about it, yesterday, despite the mess that happened, I noticed some paintings placed in a corner of the girl's room..advancing among the people, I finally manage to glimpse my mysterious girl, without a hood, focused on admiring a painting of a starry night.. the people seem to advance from the opposite side of the market, allowing me to get closer to her. I remain there, next to her, observing that painting..

'It's a really nice painting, don't you think?'

The girl slowly turns towards me.

'Youe Heighness..'

'I'm sorry about yesterday..'

'No.. I'm the one apologizing.. I went too far.. I thought about the words you said to me, and there was nothing arrogant about them..'

'I was the one who let you misunderstand'

I approach her.

'Anyway.. my name is-'

I put a finger in front of the girl's mouth, not letting her finish a sentence. I smile, then give her a note.

'I hope you will come..'

I turn, walking towards the guards who escorted me, feeling my heart lighter.

Y/n's pov

I remain petrified by the prince's gesture, but, at the same time, it makes me chuckle. I look at the folded note in my hands. I open it and read the contents.

In seven moons, in the royal garden, don't worry, there will be guards to take you there, wait for me at the gazebo at the end of the path. I hope you'll be there...my dreamer.

No one has ever called me that..

'Okay, your highness, I'll play along' i said to myself, carrying the note close to my chest, almost as if I'm hugging it.

One week later

I arrive in front of the door of the immense palace, there are two guards there, I approach them.

'Name.. please'

The prince doesn't know my name.. how can I make them understand that I have to meet him.. what if..

'Dreamer..'

The two guards look at each other, exchanging a few glances, and then nod and open the door to allow me access. Smiling, I advance, heading towards the garden that his heighness told me about in the note. I can already see the gazebo, adorned with an limitless variety of flowers and illuminated by moonlight. Once inside, I find a canvas, some brushes and a box full of colours.

'But..'

'So you came!'

I turn towards that voice, which I now recognize immediately... seeing a beautiful and elegant boy coming towards me. Now that I think about it, every time I've met him, he's always wearing ordinary clothes, never anything that fancy. He approaches me.

'I noticed that you like painting, and that you used to paint in the past... tell me, what made you stop'

We sit on one of the benches in the gazebo, looking at that empty canvas makes me think of my childhood... this makes me move.

'My father was a painter, when I was little, I hoped to become like him, until a few years ago, I painted an indecipherable number of canvases... I took some to the market, but I couldn't sell even one... my dream is always been to portray the most beautiful moments on a canvas, so as to be able to ensure true immortality for those memories... but, when I lost my father, I decided to give up that dream, both because, due to my origins, it wouldn't have made any money, and because I had to take care of my mother..'

The prince wraps his arm around my shoulder and brings me to him, instinctively, I rest my head on his shoulder.

'I'm sorry about your father...I really am, but, in my opinion, you should start painting again, it's your dream in the end, and isn't it the very act of doing it that keeps your father's memory alive? You know... sometimes it happens that we are forced to put our dreams aside... it's happening to me, right now, you know... before, I didn't have a real dream, on the contrary, I wanted to find one. Before meeting you, I understood that my dream is probably to dance, sing, compose music... but now, like a good prince, I have to put all this on the back burner, because I have to prepare to become the future sultan.. but.. do you know the beautiful thing about being a dreamer? They manages to make their dreams come true, because they believes in them, because they sees them, because they maintains their passion for them..this is my path '

'ours...you mean.'

I say looking into the boy's eyes, while I caress his hand with mine. He smiles, and then turns his gaze towards the canvas... then, I get up, start taking the brushes and colours... and off we go. Hours pass, the night gets deeper and deeper. I can feel his tall gaze as I paint. Once finished, I look at my hands, now smeared with colour, together with the white dress I had worn for the occasion. The prince approaches, taking my hand.

'Heighness! There was paint on my hand'

'Well then?'

The prince states, dipping a finger into the purple paint and then running it along his right cheek. We burst out laughing, and then we look at the canvas..

'what do you plan to name it?'

'I think the most suitable name is... Dreamers'

Present Jungkook's Pov:

By now the night was fading, giving way to dawn...and a new day...the two remain observing each other for a few minutes, in silence, when suddenly the girl takes the boy's face, bringing it to hers, zeroing the distance between them, with a kiss full of love and sweetness. The guy wraps his arms around the girl's waist, while she does the same around his neck, after their lips part, they bring their foreheads together, closing their eyes.

'And by the way.. the name is Y/n..'

'it's beautiful..'

'Thank you.. haha..'

'But I'm not just talking about your name, I'm talking about all of this'

'I had guessed it, your highness'

The two laugh.

'So... that means you and your mother are coming here, right?'

'As tall as you wish'

END OF STORY

'At that response, the boy, whose name was Jungkook picked the girl up, hugging her and kissing her again. Luckily, her sister Jasmine had already removed the law that forced nobles to marry other nobles. So, the two prepared a stylish and colorful wedding, where everyone danced and sang and then... the two dreamers had children...'

'Stubborn like their father'

Y/n says, crossing her arms and looking down at us.

'But with their mother's temper'

We all burst out laughing as my babies start climbing on me.

'but dad! And the genie? Where has she been?'

'You didn't tell us how the painting was made!!'

I get up from the couch, picking up my two puppies.

'Am I wrong or did you promise me that once the story was over you would go to bed? If I don't see you in your bed in five minutes, tomorrow I won't tell you what happened to the genie and I won't show you the painting!'

'You mean the painting is here!!! LET'S RUN TO SLEEP COME ON!!'

The two little bipeds immediately run into their little room, while I fall back on the sofa, tired, but happy, with my Y/n, leaning on my chest.

'Is it possible that they never noticed?'

'I think they'll pay attention to it tomorrow, my dreamer'

The painting is located right in this room, on the wall in front of us, it portrays me and Y/n, under the gazebo, accompanied by the bright colors of the flowers and illuminated by the moon. Yes, that is a moment that will never die. I think, hugging my sweet Y/n even closer to me, and observing for a few seconds, the ring with the red ruby, on the table near the sofa, which shines more than usual..

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strawberryblondebutch · 10 months

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i keep thinking of sam winning a game and tara running down the stairs not even caring about the pain that's coursing through her leg as she does so, so she can get to her sister. she's pushing security guards and agents and even reporters aside so she can get to her sister, dropping her cane to the side so she can jump on sam's arms and be spinned around by her. people are taking pictures, and maybe this is one of the only times sam has been so public about tara because she's there, and she actually got to watch one of her games, but she doesn't seem to care - she's focused on her sister rambling over and over about the game, how her hands fidget as she talks about a specific play, how she can't stop looking at sam like she's the coolest person ever because she just played so, so well and tara is in awe.

and maybe kirby had never seen tara in person, probably didn't know much about why sam was so reserved when it comes to her sister, and she sees a small girl talking so passionately about hockey but still holding on to a stick so she can stay on two feet and she just. gets it. she gets it immediately.

Shootouts were stressful. Probably more for the participants than the attendees, but just try to tell Tara Carpenter that. Or try telling her it was a regular-season game and meant almost nothing for the standings. Her good leg was shaking, and she kept catching herself biting her nails even though she had made sure to paint them with the stuff that made them taste bad.

It's down to sudden death now, and Sam shakes out her hair before putting the cage back on. She almost looks like her dad when she does it, but whereas he would turn back towards the legions of girls pressed against the glass, Sam is singularly focused on the goalie. In the stands, Tara murmurs to herself, "C'mon. Do the Forsberg." They'd practiced it thousands of times, Tara refusing to leave the IcePlex until she got it right. She made Sam play goalie, and she was half-convinced her sister only let her win so they could go home. Or maybe Sam just sucked as a goalie.

Sam lines up at center ice, waits for the puck. Some players turn on a dime as they make their way to the net, trying to fake their opponent every second, but Sam prefers to build momentum with these long, looping zigs and zags. As she approaches, she leans towards her forehand side, watches the goalie pull that way like they're connected by an invisible string. And then, just as she reaches the paint, she lets go. Switches the stick to her backhand and loops the puck around the goaltender's outstretched leg.

And Tara jumps. Stumbles. Catches herself against the railing.

Downstairs, Kirby Reed stands against a pillar as members of the media set up the folding tables for a post-game presser. She shifts her arm, reaches under her blouse to adjust the brace, keep it from chafing. She's not sure if it's psychosomatic or the result of poor sleep, but either way, stress must be the culprit.

Sam walks out of the locker room a few minutes later, her "dry-fit" t-shirt soaked through with sweat and her hair held in place by a backwards ballcap. "I sit here?" She asks, pointing towards the center seat, a dozen microphones turned towards it.

"Sam!" Kirby barely registers the blur of motion nimbly dodging security guards. The sound of footfalls is uneven, more weight placed on one leg than the other, and something loud clatters to the floor as Sam accepts the girl into her arms, spins her around and laughs. "Hey. I heard you cheering."

"Holy shit, you actually pulled it off. You always said you couldn't, but I knew it. The way you dropped your hand as you were turning, and -- I told you it would work, because it's you, and you never deke at that point, you never go backhand, and…" Tara's still talking as Sam lowers her down, but as soon as her right leg hits the ground, her knee buckles and Sam has to steady her.

"Whoa, whoa, hey. I got you. Where's your cane?"

"I got it." Kirby steps forward, extending the aid in her left arm (her good one -- the other one is held against her chest like she's a wounded, cornered animal. 12 years and that feeling still hasn't gone away.) It's covered in stickers, from teams and stadiums across the continent. There's a Bauer sticker on one side, just where the logo would be emblazoned on a stick. "You must be Tara."

#answered #two minutes for slashing au

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exhaslo · 9 months

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Sneak Peak Pt. 2

Warning: Smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

Miguel was very serious when he told Amalia that she was going to be punished. The two were currently in Miguel's apartment. Amalia was standing before her cruel boyfriend in only her underwear. Her cheeks were puffed out in response to his smug grin. She was in charge of making dinner in her current state. That was the first step to her punishment. Miguel had her turn, her back facing him. He leaned forward, biting down against her lower back. Amalia let out a little squeak, caught off guard by the gesture.

"Let's see if you can survive your first punishment," Miguel told her. Amalia grew flustered as she hurried to the kitchen,

"You're so mean." She whined, taking out stuff to cook. Miguel followed her, "I thought I was going to cook like this alone?"

"I'm just helping." His hands stroked her waist, "It would be too easy to just let you cook."

"M-Miguel, no fair!"

"It's a punishment remember, mi amor?" He whispered, biting down on her neck.

Amalia whimpered in response, trying to think of what to make. His touch and kisses made her mind hazy. This really was a punishment. Deciding on something as simple as pasta, Amalia went to boil some water. Miguel stopped, not wanting her to get burned. He waited until she placed the pot down to continue. His hands cupped her breasts, giving him a tight squeeze. Amalia gasped and leaned against the fridge. Her body trembled slightly as she tried to grab the other ingredients.

Miguel was enjoying this. This was almost a punishment for him as well. His urge to flip Amalia around and ravish her was strong. Pinching her nipples, Miguel inhaled at the sound her moans. This was her punishment for making him jealous. Watching her attempt to pull a knife out of the drawer, Miguel moved his hands to engulf hers. He held her cut the sausages, not wanting her trembling hands to slip and hurt herself.

"M-Maybe this is a sign to let me cook?" Amalia begged. Miguel held her by the waist again,

"But I'm having fun,"

Amalia muffled a whimper as she felt his smirk against her skin. She struggled to put the pasta in the pot as Miguel kept giving her his precious little love bites. Her body shivered every time she felt his fangs graze her skin. Oh how she wished he could bite her just once with those fangs. She knew that it would paralyze her, but it would feel so amazing. Her legs started to grow numb. She was ready for him to toss her on the bed. Amalia wanted Miguel to stop teasing her, her body was already at its limit.

Attempting to sauté the sausages and garlic, Amalia forced herself to stand. She used all of her strength against her palms to keep herself up. There was a pool of heat building between her legs. The place that Miguel refused to touch. He kept biting her, kissing her and playing with her breasts, but he would not touch her where she wanted. Taking the pasta out of the pot and into the sauté pan, Amalia bit her lower lip. She placed her arm down, moaning softly as Miguel bite down on her side.

"M-Miguel, I-I can't-" Amalia cried softly. She could not bare to stand any longer. Miguel turned off the stove,

"You survived the first punishment," He praised. Amalia smiled softly,

"Are you going to eat then?" She asked him. Miguel just chuckled,

"I'm hungry, but not for that." He told her, his fingers rubbing against her underwear.

"Ah-"

"Now for the second punishment."

Rest of the story: https://www.quotev.com/story/15830311/T%CA%9C%E1%B4%87-L%E1%B4%80s%E1%B4%9B-H%E1%B4%9C%E1%B4%8D%E1%B4%80%C9%B4-Miguel-OHara-Love-Story/1

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x oc #miguel o'hara fanfiction

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phantomspiderr · 10 months

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By Any Means ║ Part 8

Pairing: Joel Miller x *f!reader

Word Count: 1.6k+

Summary: you force joel into taking some time to rest which makes certain memories come to the surface

Warnings/Tags: tlou hbo spoilers, trauma, cursing, there's fluff!!, not really much warnings needed I think

a/n: this has sat in my drafts for so long and I just never bothered posting this so here😁

*no real description of reader or gender as far as I know but I've written it with a female reader in mind

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“You need to rest too, y’know?” Your shoulder bumps Joel’s as you step up next to him. He looks at you with a smile and a shrug of his shoulders. Then he’s straight back to surveying the area, as always on guard for any possibility. “You’ve been goin’ two days straight, Joel. Just come lay down a minute.”

You squeeze Joel’s bicep to draw his attention back to you, and then you’re giving him your best pleading look, one you know he can’t say no to. He’s contemplating hard, you can see it in his tired eyes.

“Me and Ellie will keep watch. Come on. Please.” This time you tug his arm a little, and he lets out a quiet sigh. He looks away back into the dense forest, then his eyes are on you again, and he’s nodding. His shoulders visibly sag the rifle in his hands dropping from its patrol position. You reach a hand up to cradle his face which he gratefully sinks into, Joel’s eyes slowly close, and you watch the way he lets the tiredness seep into his features. You stay like that for just a minute, your thumb gently rubbing across his skin as he relaxes his mind.

Wordlessly, you move your hands to the rifle, taking it out of his hands and slipping the strap over your shoulder. Your movements are deliberately slow, not wanting to move too fast in case he’s startled and just decides to keep going, despite his obvious exhaustion. Joel doesn’t put up a fight, he just lets you do whatever you want.

You look up at him again, head tilted slightly with a faint smile, just wanting to observe him a second more. One of your hands slides down his arm until it finds its place in his, you give it a gentle squeeze before you’re leading him back to where you and Ellie had begun to set up camp a few meters away. Your hand slips from his as you approach, and you nod to where you’d set your packs down. Silently instructing Joel to situate himself over there while you turn to Ellie. She’s propped herself against a tree, doodling something in her journal. Even as you walk right up to her, she’s still hyper-focused on whatever she’s drawing.

“Lieutenant.” She perks up immediately, a smile on her face. “I need you to take watch.” You pull the rifle off your shoulder and hold it out to her. Ellie’s eyes go wide, and you hear Joel start to make noises of complaint, but you quickly shush him. Ellie scrambles to shove her stuff into her pack before she’s on her feet and happily reaches for the weapon. “Uh!” You pull it just out of her reach before lowering it again.

“You remember how to use this thing?”

“Yes.”

“Remember how to hold it?”

“Yes.”

“Remember what to do on watch?”

“Yes.”

“Remember-”

“Yes! Now give it!” You never thought you’d smile over a kid being so excited to have a gun, this just seems to be the world you live in now. “Please, Captain.” Ellie raises her hand to her head in a mock salute that makes you laugh. Then you allow her to take the rifle, her features smug now as she checks over the gun.

“Go on.” You nod off to the way you’d just come from, “shout if you need me, okay?”

“Aye, aye Captain!” She’s already taken off before you finish, making sure you can’t change your mind.

Now, your attention is back on Joel. He’s sat himself down on the sleeping bag you’d previously laid down to sit on. He’s go that grumpy look on his face with his arms crossed over his chest.

“What?” You ask him as you approach, and he only lifts an eyebrow at you. “She’ll be fine.” Ungracefully you sit yourself down next to him and when you look at him, he still has that apprehensive look on his face. “She had a pretty good teacher.” That eases his annoyed features, you note the way his lips curl up at the corners, even if it’s only a fraction. “And so did I, so…”

You pat your thigh, instructing—more so demanding— for him to finally rest. Joel’s face scrunches for just a second, not fully understanding what you mean.

“Lay down.” It’s not a question, and he really doesn’t have a choice in the matter. He hadn’t slept at all in two days, and before that he’d been plagued with nightmares that kept him from having any form of peaceful sleep. Joel gives you a questioning look, and your eyes just look down at your lap and back up at him. He gives in then, shaking his head with a quiet chuckle before shuffling himself to lay down on his side, facing out away from you. Hesitantly, he places his head on one of your thighs, not fully putting his weight down. His body’s gone rigid, and you know he’s probably just as confused about whatever’s going on between you as you are. This was once easy, and natural, now it’s like you’re dating for the first time all over again.

Tentatively, you place a hand on the top of his arm. It’s almost like he flinches before he relaxes a little more into the touch. Slowly, you trail your hand upward, smiling to yourself when he lightly shivers at your cold fingers coming into contact with the exposed skin on his neck. Your hand keeps moving until your fingers are running through his hair, and a deep sigh escapes him the second you do it. All the tension visibly leaves his body, his head now pressing harder into your leg. Your other hand gently comes up to rest on the top of his head while the other continues to steadily comb through his hair. Minutes pass and though he’s probably the most relaxed he’s been in weeks, you can tell something’s holding him back.

You know from experience you can get him to sleep like this, memories of being tangled up on his couch flood your mind. The tv would be on in the background, and it’d be way past your usual bedtime, but Joel had been working till late and when he came home he just wanted to spend some time together. He’d maneuvered his way to lay down, taking up almost all the couch with his feet propped up on the armrest and his head placed in your lap. He’d lay on his back with his head awkwardly craned to the side, so he could watch whatever crap that was on this late at night. You’d be there, happy to be his own personal pillow, with one of your hands buried deep in his soft hair, fingers lightly rubbing at his scalp. Easing all the day's tension out of his body. Your other hand would be resting on his chest, intertwined with one of his, and you could feel each breath he took. His heartbeat, a steady rhythm that could’ve sent you to sleep any day. Eventually, you’d feel his breathing slow and his grip on your hand loosen. When you’d lean over to check, he’d be dead asleep every time.

“We’re safe here, Joel,” it comes out as a whisper, you’re not even sure he can hear you, “we’ll be okay.”

Joel doesn’t respond and you don’t really expect him to so you go back to silence, only the sounds of the forest and your breathing can be heard. Your ministrations continue, even if he doesn’t sleep at least you can grant him this small comfort.

“Hey.” You jolt awake when you feel someone kick your feet, when you look up Ellie chuckles at your surprise. “Can you…?” She holds the rifle away from her, toward you and you quickly nod, trying to come to your senses.

When you look down Joel’s head is still perched on your thighs, if anything he looks like he’s shifted more closely. One of his hands is tucked under your leg and the other is sandwiched between your thigh and his face. He looks so peaceful for once and you hate to disturb him. The sound of your name draws your attention back to Ellie, who’s now impatiently fidgeting.

“I’m about a second away from pissing my pants.” You almost laugh at the straightforward sentence but you shove it back in and start trying to wiggle yourself out from under Joel. He begins to let out quiet groans as you shift, one hand trying to grip your leg to stop your movement. You reach out for the other sleeping bag that’s still rolled up next to Joel’s bag. Delicately, you scoop his head into one hand and lift it up enough for you to shuffle out of the way. All while your other hand tries to squeeze the sleeping bag in place of your legs. You slowly lay his head back down and he squirms a little, the quietest whine escaping him that only you hear.

You want to stay and admire him a little longer, you think you’d be content to sit there like that with him forever. However, Ellie’s foot incessantly tapping is ruining the peaceful moment. You get up onto your feet, your stiff legs burning from the sudden movement.

“Alright, go.” One of your hands takes hold of the rifle and instantly Ellie quickly takes off again. You take a second to stretch out your tired limbs. How long had you been asleep?

Joel shifts a little more before letting out a deep sigh, still content in his slumber. You take just another moment to look at him, trying hard to stamp this image of him over all the horrible ones you’ve acquired over the last few months.

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daydreamgoddess14 · 11 months

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Life After Richmond pt. 2

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A Jason Sudeikis multi-chapter RPF w/a reader insert/OFC. No use of y/n l/n.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

"How do I look? Is the dress too much? Maybe I shouldn't wear heels?" Callie twisted and turned in front of the full-length mirror. Her dress was a wrap dress with a deep V, which followed the curve of her bust. It held with a knot at the waist and draped to just below her knees with the slit hidden by the wrap unless she moved. It was classy, demure but feminine and a little sexy. She felt the best she had in a long time. She'd put back on the weight she lost following the breakup, and her hair and skin had recovered from the excesses of wine, junk food and sleepless nights.

"You look fantastic. The heels are fine - not too high. You look like a woman who means business." In her living room, Laura was checking and rechecking the email confirmation for the meeting. "We need to go. Are you ready?"

"Yep, let's do it." Callie gathered her coat and bag, her laptop sleeve, and took her phone off charge. A short cab ride later, they were booked in and waiting for the elevator to take them to the 12th floor. Callie got out her phone to put it on silent. There was a good luck message from her sister and a message from Jason, which presumably was on similar lines. She opened them to clear them. Jason didn't say good luck, though. It just said 'Don't freak out.' Well, that was one way to instill confidence she rolled her eyes.

Laura hustled her out of the lift as she pushed her phone back into her bag. She felt a solid shove in her lower back, guiding her into the conference room. Callie froze in the doorway. She looked past the Apple exec to the two familiar figures in the window overlooking the city.

"Good morning, Ms. Draper, thank you for coming down to see us. I'm Dan Andrews, and I believe you already know these gentlemen?" Laura caught Callie's laptop sleeve before it

hit the floor and proceeded to also take her bag and coat from her hands. She put everything onto the large glass table and went to shake hands, pulling Callie with her. Callie felt her arm move with the motion of shaking hands and she mumbled an introduction, but she barely glanced at Dan. She then found herself standing in front of both Brett and Jason.

"Good to see you, love. You look great." Brett smiled, pulling her into a hug that lifted her feet from the ground. Her hands pushed him away slightly, anger rising to the surface.

"What the fuck, Brett?" she whispered. He placed her back down, her feet stumbling slightly. Jason caught her elbow to steady her, and hugged her gently, dropping a quick kiss on her cheek.

"It's good to see you after so long. Don't freak out." He muttered directly into her ear, "You look incredible." He felt her shiver as she pulled away from him, frowning.

"Shall we sit?" Dan suggested. Callie and Laura took one side of the table while Brett and Jason sat on the other side. "Feels like couples counseling." Dan joked, the sudden tension in the room had not been lost on him. Callie brushed non-existent lint from her dress, suddenly regretting the low neckline and split in the leg. She felt more self conscious and nervous than she had in the company of strangers. It was unsettling to have her professional and private lives combine without her knowledge. Across the table, Jason found himself wondering just how far into the neckline of her dress her blush went, and hoping he could talk her round from her anger.

He hadn’t wanted to catch her off guard, he had expected Dan to take the meeting alone and fill him in afterwards. He'd wanted their second meeting to be more like the first - coffee, maybe a walk. Not ambushing her in a clinical conference room.

"So, I understand you've met with the team at Netflix. I'd love to know more about their plans, maybe there's some details where we can be better suited, or we can be more flexible. But let me outline our intentions first - with Brett and Jason's input and then you can weigh in. Sounds good?" Callie nodded slowly without smiling, avoiding Brett and Jason's eyes. "Great, so I don't know how involved you want to be, or how much Netflix wants you to be, but we want it to be entirely your decision - I don't want to dictate to you. The intellectual property is yours and will obviously remain so, we will work fully with you. That's basically us in a nutshell. Did you want to talk through your other offer?" Callie shook her head and didn't bother hiding the anger in her voice.

"No. To be honest, I want to hear from these two first." Brett took a deep breath and went to begin.

"Cal, please-"

"We never intended to ambush you." Jason interrupted, holding his hands up "Let me start at the beginning. I called Dan before I'd even finished reading the first chapter of your book. I knew immediately that if it ever crossed his desk, I wanted to be involved. That was the only thing I requested at the time and that was months before we met. Then I finally got to meet you, and we stayed in touch, and the more we talked the more I wanted to make this happen. Every idea you mention in conversation, every plotline you hint at, has gotten me so invested at the thought of working with you. When you told me about Netflix, I pushed Dan to arrange this meeting but I genuinely thought he'd meet with you alone first. I figured I wouldn't factor into this meeting at all. But Dan knows me, he knew I wouldn't be asking him if I was willing to hand the show to someone else. I only found out that I needed to be here last night, and by then I thought it would do more harm telling you. That's it, that's all there is so far." Callie held his gaze and didn't look away or say a word, knowing he still had more to say. "I want you to be involved in the whole thing. Exec producer - you, you want to write the whole thing alone? Totally fine, you want a writing team? It's yours. You outline the entire story arc, you decide the number of episodes we need. You help cast the thing. You'll be credited as co-creator-"

"I don't know the first thing about TV. I don't understand most of what you've just said." She said reproachfully, not letting him off the hook.

"Callie, you are the captain. We're your navigators. Brett and I want to do this alongside you, otherwise we won't do it at all. What do Netflix want from you?" Callie took a deep breath.

"They didn't say outright it’s early days, but I get the feeling they want me to be pretty hands off. I get credited as an exec producer but that's all. Their choice of writers, their choice of showrunner-"

"Do you know who?" Dan interrupted, "Does that have an impact on your decision?"

"They've discussed it being a Shondaland product. Which is fine, I guess. I love Bridgerton. I think she's worked really hard to get where she is. She's a force of nature. But she's also let Greys go on for nearly 20 years. And I obviously have no idea what she's like as a person. And they want full and total control. They want to be able to keep it going without my input and stray from the text, equally they can bin it after a season if they choose to." Across the table Brett rolled his eyes.

"You are the one who should be in control of this." Jason nodded next to him. "Within sensible reason, we don't want to upset Dan." Brett offered the man at the head of the table a smile.

"I agree. But if that's not what you want, then I get it." Jason chimed in. Callie stood up abruptly.

"Can I get a minute please?"

"Sure, sure, we'll leave you-" Dan motioned for the room to be cleared but Callie got to the door first, leaving Laura and everyone else behind.

"It's OK, I'll step out."

The glass room had frosted panels running horizontally, all Jason could see was Callie's legs pacing backwards and forwards up and down the corridor outside, the frosted panel meant he couldn't see her face, just the very top of her head. He focused on following her feet with his eyes. She stopped and dropped into a low crouch, he could see the muscles in her calves and the curve of her bottom. Laura watched him from across the table with a smirk. Callie's last 6 months of conversational foreplay had not been on her bingo card. Through the glass, it looked as though Callie had her head in her hands. His heart ached at the thought that he was contributing to making the decision more difficult. She stood up again almost straight away and spun on her toes. He could see the outline of her body making for the door, which was thrown open with some force.

Callie had paced up and down until she was dizzy. As an author, she was relatively well known - all the more since Jason had been peddling her book on both coasts to any and all of his friends and their friends. Daytime TV appearances had been a huge step up from when she’d published her first book. The journey into television was a daunting one, and the idea of Netflix and their colder approach frankly terrified her. Her book was her baby and she didn't want to let it go fully. The alternative option was clearly so much better, and she was overjoyed at the thought of working with Brett. It was working with Jason, which scared the shit out of her. She was a genuine fan, she'd already called him hot (something they'd never circled back to directly), they were beginning to speak almost more frequently than she and Brett did, she valued and craved his creative input. She sank to the ground, unsure whether to run for the elevator or back to the boardroom. The thought of disappointing him or underperforming was far more frightening on a personal level than a professional one. She dragged her hands through her hair, let out a huff of air and sprung to standing. She grabbed at the door handle and headed back in.

She spoke directly to Brett and Jason without going back to her seat.

"I don't know anything about TV. Literally nothing. I don't want to fuck this up. I don't want to get it wrong. This would be much easier if I fucked up with a bunch of strangers. I could walk away, carry on writing and never think about it again." She met Jason's eyes, her voice wavering slightly, "I really can't disappoint you. I don't want this to be something my friends can hold over me for the rest of my life. I don’t want to end up jeopardising your career, or his." She gestured to Brett. He was standing in front of her before the last word had even crossed her lips.

"I know you don't want to disappoint us. I doubt you could." He said with a smile, Callie rolled her eyes.

"No, I mean-"

"I know what you mean. I don't think you will disappoint anyone, and I certainly wouldn't hold it over you for the rest of our lives. I think you underestimate how much Brett and I want to work with you. This isn't about you winning us over - you already did that. We don't want to disappoint you." Callie's eyes filled with tears, moved by his words and struggling to hold onto her anger. "What do you think?" He asked, his eyes pleading. She sighed heavily, her resolve weakening.

"I have an advance for my next two books. I have deadlines."

"And we'll support you in meeting them. Hell, I want first refusal on adapting them. We can work all of this stuff out, together. I know he's a twat, but give us a chance." Jason nodded his head towards Brett, making Callie smile at last.

"What happens next?" she asked. Jason sighed with relief, and Brett reached out to hug them both.

"I have some basic contracts here, just discussing exclusivity and allowing us to get into the finer details. This means we can set up further meetings to take our time on the important stuff without worrying that Netflix will poach you. It means we can get it right, not rushed." Dan smiled, producing the paperwork with a flourish.

"No fear there, Dan. I'm not going anywhere."

"Glad to hear it. Let's get those signed, and then you're free to celebrate. As you're already friends, you can start working on how you want the show to look and feel, I think that will get us into a great position to discuss the full contracts. We have the added benefit that Jason in particular knows how we like to operate and what these next discussions will entail. Believe me, I hear you about this sort of thing testing friendships, but this is harder with a group of strangers. I'll go and arrange some coffee while you all have a read through."

Another couple of hours later and the four were outside the building in the cold. Despite initially concentrating on only having met Jason once before, Callie had also remembered that it had been just as long since she'd seen Brett. None of them were ready for the day to be over, and they were desperate to speak freely without Dan listening to every word. Jason led them to a pub where they ordered champagne and beers to start and poured over the food menu with their heads together. Once they'd decided on food, Callie took the menu to the bar to order, leaving the others in the booth. She waited patiently for the barman, pulling the V of her dress to make sure she wasn't showing too much. A hand on her lower back quickly distracted her. Jason had left Laura and Brett to argue over who was getting the better deal with the show, in favour of finally getting Callie alone.

"How does it feel?" He asked. She beamed at him, her smile met her eyes, and she shone with happiness. The fact that this was the smile he'd been trying to get from her all day made the reward even sweeter.

"Amazing. I need to pinch myself! If you'd said back in London that this is where we'd end up in 6 months, I'd have laughed at you. I just wish… I wish I hadn’t been caught off guard like that."

"I know. I’m sorry, I’m really so sorry. It's been a long time coming.” She nodded, accepting the apology. “You look so much happier."

"I really am. You were right, it does get easier. It's made me wonder if I was actually happy with the way things were, because I know for a fact I'm happier now."

"What can I say, I'm smart and hot." He said with a smirk.

"6 months, and I thought I'd gotten away with that. You've just been waiting to bring it up in public." Callie laughed, hiding her face behind the menu.

"Can you blame me when I knew you'd blush so beautifully? I had to wait to see it in person." Callie was saved by the barman taking their mammoth food order.

"I hope this wasn't some long, elaborate plan to get me to spend time with you. Or do you slide into a lot of DMs?" She teased once they were alone again.

"If Brett had given up your number sooner, I would have straight up called you. Besides, it worked, didn't it?"

"I was at a very low point back then, you caught me off guard - again." She dismissed his comment with a wave of her hand.

"Ah, so it's not true. Second meeting regret? Was it the boardroom lighting?" He replied with an easy smile. Callie thanked the barman and turned back to Jason.

"Not at all, in fact, that tweet was completely, absolutely correct, and I stand by it. I'd send it again for sure." She cowardly disappeared back to the booth, not waiting for a response. She dropped down in the booth opposite Laura who'd move to sit next to Brett. They were both reading through the contract they'd all just signed. As soon as she sat, Callie realised that the only space left was next to her. Fantastic, how she loved facing the consequences of her ill thought out actions. Jason sat down beside her and nudged her shoulder.

"Didn’t think that one through?"

"I did not. I was expecting a Laura buffer, you caught me."

"If only." He grinned, pouring more champagne for her and Laura.

"Right you two, quit flirting for a minute, Laura wants a plan."

"I do want a plan. I want to know how the hell Callie is going to write me two books and co-create a TV show at the same fucking time." She banged the table.

"I will be fueled by chocolate and booze?" Callie suggested.

"No way, I'll compromise with you being fueled by a healthy diet, coffee and a thriving sex life." Callie scoffed, "Yeah, sure thing babe. I'll get right on that. It'll all work out Laur, don't stress over the details."

"I keep telling her you've got us, why does she think that's not a good thing?" Brett wondered aloud.

"Probably because we met up for coffee and you guys left about 7 hours later." Callie shrugged.

"We hadn't seen each other for ages. This is different. Once we're finished on Ted you'll be sick of seeing us."

"Are you kidding me? You make her laugh all the time and she's got the hots for Jason. I don't envisage much work going on." Laura laughed. “You lot will send me to an early grave with this.”

"OK, Laura is cut off from the booze now since she can't keep her trap shut. Like I said, details later. For now, I'm just going to enjoy where my hard work has gotten me." Callie brushed over Laura's comment with a winning smile. Whatever had been brewing over the phone with Jason for the last 6 months was not going to be addressed in a bar. She’d been fresh from her break up previously, and was unprepared for being remotely attracted to anyone. Six months of conversation with Jason had built a friendship and now they were adding in a co-worker status. Rocking the boat now was not an option. The night ended as Callie had expected it to - whether it had been a good or bad day. Laura next to her with a bag of sweets between them in bed, dissecting their day.

"I can't believe today."

"I know, mental."

"And now you're going to be working with two of the current best TV creators, for Apple TV... Jason Sudeikis is your boss!"

"Or... am I his boss? It's my book, after all."

"It's his TV show."

"Our TV show. Jointly."

"Whichever. You want to sleep with your boss!" Laura giggled, still drunk.

"I wouldn't say no." Callie agreed, also feeling the effects of plenty of champagne. "But, y’know, probably not a good idea."

"Well then, you two need to decide on the boundaries because I know we're joking about how much you like him, but holy shit when he saw you in that boardroom this morning!"

"I wasn't looking. I was too busy being angry."

"I know. And then too busy being businesswoman of the year. But I've been watching him watching you. All. Day. Long." Callie made a little 'pfft' sound. "It's true. In my expert opinion-"

"Ha!"

"He's got it just as bad as you."

"Oh."

"He has literally been staring you down all day. So you guys might need to talk. Or screw. Or bury these feelings so deep we never speak of them again."

"Hmm. I like those options." Callie said through a yawn. "I need to sleep on it. Or him." She sniggered, moving the sweets to her bed stand and switching off the light. In the dark, Laura giggled,

"It's been 84 years..."

"Fucking feels like it!"

A couple of days later, Callie had made plans to meet up with Jason and Brett before they returned to London.

"You're welcome to come round here, and I'll cook? Where are you staying?"

"I'm at a hotel in the East Village, but Suds is at his place in Brooklyn, which is between us."

"Hmm. My place is a bit pokey." Callie admitted.

"Fucking tiny."

"Bijou."

"Minuscule."

"Cozy."

"Just let's go to Jason's, yeah? I'm sure he'll let you cook, and I bet his kitchen is better than yours."

"Fine, you let him know and send me the address. I'm going to get some stuff for lunch."

"Yes boss."

"Learning already, good boy!" Callie hung up and finished packing up her laptop and notepads. On the way to Jason's, she picked up the ingredients for the lunch she wanted to make. Time living alone, years of work in the service industry and a top chef sister meant she knew her way around a kitchen. The recipes she knew well and cooked often were well practiced masterpieces and she loved showing them off. By the time she'd reached his front door, she was laden with bags and ready to get to work.

"Here she is at last!" Brett called through the corridor while Jason took bags from her.

"I suggest if you want feeding, you shut that pretty mouth." Callie blew him a kiss with her free hand.

"And this is why she wasn't allowed to work front of house." He laughed.

"Come through, you want a coffee?" Jason offered, working neatly around Callie as she unpacked her laptop and notes.

"God, yes please." She shrugged off her hoodie and put it on the back of her seat. He put a coffee and pastry next to her and sat between her and Brett. "Oh wow, my hero, I'm starving!"

"Easily pleased."

"Title of your porno, Brett." She retorted, rolling her eyes.

"Remind me why you two have never worked together before?" Jason interrupted with a laugh.

"He'd annoy the fuck out of me."

"I know your pain. So, bad news first - we're back in London in two days for at least another 2 months, and then I have a month in LA planned." Callie nodded, pulling out her diary,

"OK, so our first 3 months are mostly going to be online, that's fine. I can come to London for a week, week and half, midway through if that helps?"

"That would be amazing, thanks."

"I'll get the flights booked through Laura."

"She can submit it to Apple to pick up the tab. You're not still working a full time job are you?"

"Not full time, I quit when I moved from Chicago but I do have the option to do some bar shifts if I need to, I just have to ask for them."

"We'll try and avoid that. We'll get an advance on your royalties through Dan to help."

"I've got the advance from the two new books as well, and I'm remarkably thrifty when I need to be." The conversation and planning continued through the morning, plotting logistics and scheduling regular meetings in preparation for their time apart. They started talking storyline as Callie began preparing lunch. Brett was chief note taker, Jason talked and watched Callie as she worked. She chopped potatoes, sliced and seasoned chicken before wrapping it in prosciutto. He loved how methodically she worked. He occasionally offered comments on where to find pans or oven sheets, coming up behind her with one hand on her waist to get to the high cupboard she couldn't reach. He took over chopping vegetables when she needed to scribble down some ideas. They moved around each other with complete synchronicity. Callie's cooking went down a storm, and by late afternoon, they had plans for how to move things forward.

"So apparently everytime we see each other, someone's getting on a plane and it's months till we see each other again?" Callie shoved her stuff into her bag once they'd all decided they'd had enough.

"Feels a bit like that." Brett admitted, checking his Uber app. "My ride's here, want to share?"

"No I'm good thanks, I'll walk." He gave her a bear hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Soon, you'll be fed up with us. Or maybe just me." He said with a twinkle. "I'm really so happy you're doing this. I promise we won't get it wrong. Not with you here to supervise."

"Thank you for everything Brett, it's going to be amazing. And since you've basically put the seal of approval on my work, mum totally loves you now."

"Wow, high praise indeed!"

"I'm pretty sure she's hoping you'll marry me, but I told her bollocks so be prepared for her to suggest Beth instead." From the front door, Jason sniggered.

"Beth is the better cook, fine by me." Callie clutched her hand to her heart, feigning devastation.

"Just leave me Brett, I can't take any more." She fake cried.

"Love you, you muppet."

"Love you too, speak to you in a couple of days once you've slept." She hugged him tightly and waved off his Uber once he'd hugged Jason. "Right, I'll grab my stuff and get out of your way." She said brightly.

"Don't feel like you've got to disappear because Brett's gone. He had a date. Stay if you want, we can work some more or put a movie on?" Callie paused. Laura was busy so she would be going back to her empty apartment, alone, where she'd stay unless she ventured out for a slice of pizza later on. Following their night in the bar, she'd concluded that 'this thing' with Jason was definitely just a crush. Which combined with being a little starstruck, had just been blown out of proportion. An ocean between them would not be a bad thing, she'd said with a firm nod. Laura had laughed till she cried.

"Only if you're sure, I don't want to intrude? Also, he has a date?! Sneaky bugger didn't tell me!"

"I believe his words were 'something, something, she's too invested in my love life, something, something should get one of her own.' I didn't take much notice." He handed her a beer from the fridge. Callie's jaw dropped.

"How. Rude. He'll pay for that. If it's not him, it's Laura, or Beth, or my mother." She muttered angrily.

"They just want you to be happy."

"Which they're all convinced is directly linked to me getting laid." She pointed out. "Sorry, too blunt. I need to just shut up." She paused to collect her thoughts. "They all just assume that I need to be in a relationship to be happy." She sank into the sofa cushions.

"And what do you think?"

"I think I spent 5 years in a relationship which was actually making me miserable but I was too determined to make it work to be bothered about my own feelings. Turns out catching him with the neighbour was the cure. I don't know, I've been on a couple of dates since then. I’m just taking everything a day at a time. Maybe Brett's right. Don't tell him I said that."

"Take your time. Only you know what you're ready for." Jason offered.

"Hmm."

"Movie time, what's it gonna be?" Callie frowned, thinking.

"No judgement?" He boy scout saluted. "You Got Mail?"

"Why the fuck would I judge that? Great choice." Callie grinned in response and was quickly lost in the movie. She caught Jason's eye from time to time but it seemed he was just as engrossed in the screen as she was. She sighed happily as Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks walked together discussing her meeting with NY152. By the time Joe was giving Kathleen the "how about some coffee, or you know, drinks, or dinner or a movie... for as long as we both shall live..." speech and begging her to forgive him, Callie had tears threatening to roll down her cheeks. She'd brought her knees up to hug them and wiped her eyes in the elbow of her hoodie.

"There's definitely a perfect movie, and this is it." She smiled.

"You're not wrong there."

"The writing is just… Ooof." She looked skyward with a hand on her heart.

"So's yours." She dismissed his comment, rolling her eyes.

"You haven't worked with me yet. I thrive in chaos."

"That makes two of us."

"I don't know how to thank you for all of this."

"Please don't, believe me, I should be thanking you. I had no idea what I was going to do after Ted. I was terrified that nothing would come close, but then I met you. I told Brett when we left the restaurant that nothing was going to stop me from working with you. I meant it." Callie nodded, unable to speak for fear of crying. She cleared her throat and stood up,

"I should get going. There's some leftovers in the fridge, don't forget them." He shook his head with a small smile.

"You’re something else, Callie." He stood to hug her tightly and she welcomed being completely surrounded by him. "See you soon." He said quietly, leaning down to kiss her cheek and catching slightly closer to the corner of her mouth than he'd anticipated. She sighed and took a step back.

"See you soon."

#jason sudeikis #jason sudeikis rpf #jason sudeikis fanfic #ted lasso rpf

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ofoceansandtombsanew · 1 year

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moonlit company (miorine rembran x reader)

tags: gn!reader

a/n: i always thought my first gundam fic would be about duo because he was my first gundam love but here i am. duo, my beloved, it’ll be your turn eventually.

It was guilt that led to you being Aliyah’s plus one tonight. Her parents were entrusting her to lead. It was bad luck this was the week the rest of your mutual friends were busy.

Nika was busy helping Martin organize his notes for their shared civil engineering class. Ojelo and Nuko were out of town. Lilique, popular as ever, was on a date with someone who really seemed to be the one according to Aliyah’s most recent reading for her. And Chuchu? Everyone in your group of friends knew that she would rather bite off her tongue than subject herself to being around the wealthy for any amount of time.

Aliyah only gets the pass because her family started from the bottom and clawed their way to higher status. It also helps that you all grew up together, your friend group solidifying your first and second years of high school.

When Aliyah inevitably made her way to asking if you could be her plus one so she wouldn’t entirely be alone at this event, you felt too bad to tell her no. It would be quick, she promised.

I’d literally rather be anywhere else, you groaned quietly into your champagne. Your original Saturday plans had included ignoring your essay you planned to write the morning it was due in favor of watching the newest season of Summertime. But when you saw her, you were glad you took up the offer to tag along

The woman is gorgeous, dressed in an off the shoulder evening blue dress with matching heels and beautiful pale silver hair pulled back into a bun. Her silver eyes are sharp and she is standing alone, a look of displeasure all over her face.

It’s then that you remember the reading Aliyah gave you a few days ago. “Once you start getting out of the house more, an opportunity for love will rise in an unexpected place,” Aliyah said as she observed the results of her reading. “But I’m seeing it could go either way, this person is a bit hard to get a read on. If it works out, though, things look like they’ll be really good.

If Chuchu had come, you know what she would be telling you in this instant. Something fervently along the lines of ‘eat the rich’, ‘class traitor’ and ‘you aren’t even going to ever see this girl again’. In this moment, you can’t find yourself caring.

She’s beautiful and you want to talk to her, even if she looks like she might try to kill you if you do. Maybe she just has resting bitch face. Or maybe she just wants to be alone. I’ll never find out staying over here though.

Your personal motto in life is simpleー rejection is better than regret. That’s what spurs you to walk from the table you plastered yourself to most of the evening to the one this girl is standing by. “Not a fan of these kinds of events?” You aren’t too surprised when you receive a look of suspicion. From this angle, she almost looks like Weiss Schnee, minus the dope scar.

“I’m not a fan of cesspools where everyone gathers just to brag about their shares and talk about outdated business plans,” Not-Weiss-Schee replies tersely. Yeah, she’s definitely been to one too many of these parties. “And what company are you from?” Despite the question, you can tell that she couldn’t care less about whatever business you’re associated with.

“I’m associated with the Best Friend Company,” there’s no look of recognition in her eyes and you are relieved there really isn’t a Best Friend Company either of you know of. ‘It’s the service where your friend begs you to tag along so they don’t have to be alone and you ditch your plans to stay home and watch Netflix all night. But she’s off talking with someone right now so I’m just sitting back and letting her have fun”

Her guard doesn’t lower but she huffs silently, “so you only sought me out to ease your boredom?”

“Oh no, I love this kind of stuff,” you grin, holding your drink lazily. “Just call me the modern day Lady Whistledown.” You gesture to the rest of the members of the event you’re attending, settling your sights on a woman at random. “See that lady over there? You’re looking at Kiona Brown. She owns a world-famous boutique in Milan but I’m pretty sure no one knows it is actually the base for her underground boxing ring.”

The white-haired woman raises an eyebrow and you aren’t sure if she is simply unimpressed or finds you stupid. “That’s Rasheeda Washington and she owns the largest black-owned software company in the state.”

Wow, I wasn’t even close with that name.

“But the stuff I just made up is still a lot more amusing than truth, right?” You down the rest of your glass with a smile, taking it in stride. At least she didn’t outright tell you to get lost, that’s better than nothing. “So she isn’t from Milan and she isn’t in fashion, but you have to admit that you would have found her a lot more interesting if it turned out she was hosting some type of Fight Club thing no one knew about.”

You thumb in the direction of some brown-skinned man with long blond hair. “Like that guy. Is he actually some old money douche who thinks he worked hard for what he has? Or is he actually a vampire who decided to go on a world-wide wine tasting tour and is posing as some old money douche because it adds to the experience?”

She tries fighting against it but despite her best efforts, Not-Weiss-Schnee’s lips quirk into a small but visible smile. “I read a book once where the protagonist and his love interest would ride on the bus for hours making up stories about the passengers,” you recall the smell of the pages and the book’s poetic prose. You were so enamored that you eventually began trying it out yourself, making up stories of those who crossed your path and you knew you would never encounter again. “It’s pretty much my secret weapon to surviving parties.”

You nod in the direction a tall gentleman in a suit. He’s handsome with his black and pink hair and a beauty mark under his right eye. “Take that guy for instance,” you begin. “I’ve been calling him Faizan Abdul. He invests in mechanical engineering projects and he is definitely a jock. Probably basketball. But deep down he wants nothing more than to be a househusband of his working woman wife. I mean the cute apron and watching Real Housewives kind of vibe.”

She opens her mouth to protest before she closes it, surprised. “That’s,” she looks at the man who is now talking to a warm-faced woman with red hair and the cutest eyebrows you’ve ever seen. She reminded you of the last puppy of a litter waiting to be adopted, complete with a heart of gold. “a surprisingly accurate description of Guel Jeturk. But Shaddiq Zenelli isn’t old money or a wine-tasting vampire.”

You set your empty glass on the table beside you. “I pride myself on my having a 50/50 chance on being right 100% of the time,” you laugh and you’re pleased when you see the change in your companion’s body language. Her arms are still crossed yet her arms are loose and she is facing you completely.

“Alright,” silver eyes look at you with sharp amusement. “What’s the story you’ve picked out for me?”

“Your story?” You hum, drawling out your answer. “You’re definitely an entrepreneur. One that’s always several steps ahead of the game; that’s why you’re the type of stand in the corner at events. You wanna observe the competition,” maybe she has her basis in engineering as well. No, her foundation certainly lies in business. “And don’t get mad but I’ve been calling you Weiss Schnee for the past five minutes. At least, this is your cover story. I’m going all in that you’re secretly a spy and you’re here to snuff out the bad guys. How close did I get?”

“Pretty off about most of it,” Not-Weiss-Schnee admits, a tint of sadness in her smile. “Weiss Schnee is a lot cooler than Miorine Rembran, I wish I was like her.” There’s a story there but you respect where she finishes it. You don’t know the problems that plague Ms. Miorine Rembran, but you hope that tonight she feels at ease.

“Damn,” you clutch your chest with a faux hiss of pain. “50/50 chance it goes either way 100% of the time.” You click your tongue but you make sure your tone is light. “But whoever Miorine Rembran is, I think she’s a lot cooler than Miorine Rembran is giving her credit for.”

Maybe it’s arrogance or severely estimating your ability to cheer people up, but you think Miorine looks happier ーlighter?ー at your words. “And do I get to know your name now?”

“[First] [Last],” you introduce yourself seamlessly and with a mocking bow. “I kinda got dragged here by a friend. She didn’t want to come by herself. Her parents wanted her to meet some guy name Lauda, I’m here as her backup if the guy turns out to be a creep.” Other than his habit of fiddling with his hair, however, the guy seems decent enough. A bit stiff and overly serious but decent. “She’s over there with the dude who keeps playing with his hair. The sap must be nervous, I don’t blame him. Aliyah’s a total catch.”

“Aliyah Mahvash?”

“Oh you know her?”

Miorine shakes her head, “not personally, I just know of her family.”

Family.

“Wait,” you say, feeling a new buzz of excitement as Miorine looks at you completely. “I think I recognize your name!” Miorine’s face seems to blanch at your words but the word vomit flows past your lips before you can stop yourself. “You don’t happen to be related to a Nortrette Rembran do you? It might be a long shot but that isn’t a common surname.”

The grimace quickly turns to wide-eyed surprise. “I,” she pauses before quickly collecting her composure. “Yes, she’s my mother.”

“That is so cool,” a wave of nostalgia passes over you. “After watching Jurassic Park I had a phase for a week where I wanted to be a botanist. I remember seeing her name a lot. I even watched a couple of her documentaries. One on the cultivation of tomatoes and another on the histories of other well-known crops.” You always wanted to taste the variety of tomatoes the world-famous botanist produced, but they were too rare. Not to mention expensive. “Never did go into botany but I have a few succulents. What about you? Are you in the field?”

Miorine pushes a stray lock of hair behind her ear, “no, but I garden in my spare time.” She is the most at ease she’s been since you approached her. “I mostly focus on growing her tomatoes but there are other plants I grow too.”

You consider this an invitation to pursue further conversation. “I’ve always wanted to try those,” everyone makes them sound like a gift from the heaven’s. “Do you focus only on growing produce or do you plant flowers too?”

And that is how you fall into a lengthy conversation about Miorine’s greenhouse. Growing her mother’s tomatoes is her pride but she grows a plethora of other thingsー heather, potted hydrangeas and other assorted flora. You’re halfway through a conversation about her attempts to keep a calathea alive with some sort of fungal fertilizer when you notice a persistent movement.

From the corner of your eye, you see Aliyah’s wave. Guess we finally capped at the length of time she’s obligated to be here. “Looks like we’re about to bounce,” you nod in your friend’s direction before turning your gaze back at Miorine.

“Then you should get going,” Miorine sighs, glowering at as she stares in a particular direction. “It gets more boring from here. Escape while you can.”

You can’t hold back a snicker, “thanks for the warning, we’ll head out then.” Rejection’s better than regret. “But if you still want company so you don’t have to die from boredom, we can swap contact info if you want.”

Miorine practically shoves her phone, unlocked, in your hands. “I would have been really disappointed if after all that you didn’t ask for my number.”

“Maybe I just didn’t want to assume one good chat was an invite to make this more than a one time talk,” you laugh as you type your number in her phone and give yourself a quick ‘Not Weiss Schnee’. Your phone vibrates and you are more than satisfied.

“You don’t get to interrupt my misery and then make a break for it before this party gets unbearable.” Miorine looks at you you sharply, but it isn’t intimidating when her cheeks are flush pink. “I’m expecting you to hold up your end of the deal,” say continues briskly. “Keep me company.”

Who are you to abandon a woman in need of your help? You respond by immediately sending her the most recent meme that made you wheeze at 3 o’clock in the morning. “Prepare for a lot of made up BS about whoever my uber driver is. I’m calling it now that they’re actually a popular idol but they go under disguise as an uber driver in order to get some normalcy in their life.”

A chuckle, light and mellifluous, escapes Miorine’s lips, “let me know about your 50/50 chance of being right 100% of the time then.”

I’m never doubting the cards again. A thought that makes no sense when you never doubted Aliyah’s divination to begin with.

You give Aliyah an inquisitive but amused look when you both settle in the uber, “so? Is that Lauda guy nice?”

Aliyah looks reluctant when she admits, “he wasn’t as bad as I thought he would be. He’s pretty serious but he cares a lot for his family.” There is a strong ‘but I don’t want to tell my parents they were right, the guy they’re trying to set me up with is actually a decent guy.’ “But what about you? I lost track of you for a bit. Who was that you were talking to? I didn’t get a good look at her.”

You grin, grip tightening on your phone, “yeah, pretty sure I just got a date with the prettiest girl in the room.”

Your friend perks up in excitement. It shouldn’t be a surprise for either of you, Aliyah’s readings always come true. “What’s her name?”

“Miorine Rembran,” you answer offhandedly as you see you already received a message from the woman in question, demanding you to not change her contact to Weiss Schnee. You chuckle and quickly reply that she’ll have buy your compliance by agreeing to meet up soon. Dinner and a movie is too awkward and restrictive. ‘You ever been to a cooking class? Because there’s a class I’ve been wanting to take and they let you bring a plus one’ you thumb out onto your screen. “She’s the daughter of Nor-”

“Miorine Rembran.” Aliyah’s eyes look like they’re going to bulge out of her sockets. “Miorine Rembran,” she wheezes. “The only daughter of the president of the Benerit Group?!”

Your jaw goes slack. The president of the Benerit Group. The guy Chuchu curses vehemently whenever he is on the news.

Your uber driver whips their head at the both of you when they stop at a red light. “You chatted up that Miorine Rembran?!”

#look she's writing #gundam x reader #miorine rembran #miorine x reader #writer's block works hard but i struggle harder TAT #me writing at my worst

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draguta · 1 year

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.a court of ash and smoke | seven.

pairing: lucien vanseera x fem!reader

summary: five years before feyre archeron ever stepped foot in prythian, another human girl found herself in the spring court. but the trials and tribulations of her time under the mountain left her with nothing but a certain red-headed high fae emissary, who had once resented her entire presence, to help and guide her.

chapter warnings: mentions of suicide, mentions of non-con/dub-con, violence

chapter word count: 3937

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Dungeons

Finding yourself back in the dungeons Under the Mountain was like falling into a fever dream. Five years had passed since you had last set foot in those dank and dark caves. As promised, Rhysand had collected you from your chambers that night, and you had trekked down the steep, winding staircase that led to Amarantha’s cells. Once there, he teleported - or winnowed, as he called it - you directly to Feyre’s cell, where all you had to do was open the door using the keys that he had swiped from one of the sleeping guards, put under when Rhysand had entered their minds and made them think that they were sleepy. You didn’t think to question why he couldn’t have simply winnowed you down the stairs, or directly into the cell.

“I’ll wait for you at the stairs,” he said lowly, with a nod of his head, and you simply thinned your lips in response, before he was gone. They key clicked as the lock opened, and the door creaked as it swung open a crack, shining the orange glow of the candlelight outside into the dark cell. It was the same cell, you realised with a lurch of your stomach, that you had been left to rot in once upon a time. Had it really only been five years? Five years in hell felt like so much longer.

“Feyre?” You whispered into the darkness, and then you saw her form move in the corner of the room, pressing up against the wall, arms outstretched before her as if to defend herself. “I’m not here to hurt you.”

She whimpered, and you hesitantly dropped to your knees before her, smiling at her softly, as soothingly as you could muster. Up close, you could see the beauty that had drawn Tamlin to her, that made Amarantha so jealous. Yet that beauty was now masked by fear, by torment and pain.

“I-I know you,” she whispered, her eyes scanning your face. “Tamlin told me about you. You’re his sister.”

You drew in a deep breath. “By blood, no. By choice, very much so.”

It was almost as if you were looking into a mirror that reflected your own past back at you. You saw so much of yourself in Feyre, so much of the strength and zest that you had once had. But now she too was breaking, just as you once had, and you would be damned if you let her lose herself in this cell as you had. “Why are you here?” She asked slowly, and you lowered your head, glancing down at her arm. Where bone had once protruded sickeningly from the skin, now lay smooth skin, only the black tendrils of a tattoo reaching up her arm in place. Rhysand.

“I wanted to talk to you,” you said quietly. “Because I can see your strength, your determination and defiance. I can see it in you. It leeches from your skin like a scent. But right now, it’s hidden, and I knew it would be. The second I saw you throw that bone, when I saw your arm, I knew that you would have given up hope.”

“You were at my trial?” She asked, and you nodded firmly. “So, what do you see now?”

“I see fear,” you answered plainly. “I see someone who is breaking, someone who is close to giving up, just as I once did. I gave up fighting, I accepted my fate. But you don’t need to do that, you can’t do that.”

You could hear her sniffles, even if you couldn’t see her tears. “What am I supposed to do then?”

“You keep fighting, Feyre. Not for the Spring Court, not for Lucien, or even Tamlin,” you drew in a breath, and caught her eyes with yours. “You fight for you. Because that strength that I first saw from you on the day that you came here, I know it’s still in there. Harness that. Harness your pain and frustration. Use it against her. Use it to your own advantage.”

She sniffled again. “You have lost someone, under this mountain, I think,” she said quietly.

“What makes you say that?” You frowned.

“Because you speak as if you’ve lost your own strength,” she whispered in reply. “And yet I can see it, behind your eyes. Just as you can see mine. You keep fighting, but not for yourself. You fight for someone else, for a memory of something long gone.”

You flinched under her gaze. Because she was right. You may have been broken, and lost, and so very tired, but you hadn’t stopped fighting, even if you hadn’t realised it until then.

“You’re wrong,” was all you could manage, rising to your feet. “I do keep fighting, but not for someone who has died. I fight for me, or rather, the me that I used to be. That’s what I lost. I lost myself under this mountain, in this court.” You drew in a shaking breath. “But I intend to get her back, just as you should. Don’t lose yourself Feyre. Because the fight to get back to where you are will be harder than anything you face here. I would know.”

You turned and made for the door, pausing only once your hand met the wood, and looked back at her. “Don’t let them see you vulnerable,” you whispered. “Don’t let them think you’re weak.”

Feyre’s final words to you echoed along through the cell door as you closed it behind you. “Thank you, Y/N. I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

Days passed by, and you found yourself lingering outside Lucien’s chambers more than you likely should have been. The Spring Court members who had been caring for him since his lashings had informed you on more than one occasion that he was ok, that he was healing, and simply needed rest and time to recover, and yet you couldn’t stop yourself from hovering there each day, for hours at a time, for any word on his well being. Your feet would walk the halls Under the Mountain without thought, and you would always find yourself, at the end, staring up at the wooden door, so close to knocking, so close to entering and seeing his face.

But could you see him like that? In so much pain that you couldn’t alleviate? You would be helpless, and would only get in the way of those from the Spring Court who knew how to deal with wounds like that. You could only imagine that this was not the first time they had seen lashes like that.

You never asked Rhysand about the tattoo that you had seen on Feyre’s hand and arm, even if he was the one who dragged you away from Lucien’s door on most occasions. Each time he found you there, he was more furious than the last, pulling you away by your arm every time and escorting you personally back to your own chambers, despite your arguments.

“Did I not tell you to leave it, to leave him, alone?” He snapped on the last of countless times he had found you lingering there. Only once you were back in your chambers did he deign to speak, or scold you. “You will only make it worse.”

“I just want to know that he’s ok,” you huffed out in defeat.

“You already know that he’s ok,” he countered. “They tell you every time you show up there, and yet you ignore them, and ignore me, and show your face like a lost puppy dog outside his door every day. Do you know how that looks? For the court whore to be so worried about one of her many clients? To be caught outside his bedroom? Especially after your performance in the throne room when Amarantha was interrogating him for Feyre’s name.”

You tutted your tongue and threw yourself onto the edge of your mattress, your dress fluttering around you as you did so. “So what am I meant to do? Just sit and wait?”

“Exactly,” he heaved. “You’re finally getting it.”

“You really expect me not to go to him? You expect me to sit here and wait?” You asked in disbelief.

“I expect you to keep up appearances. Do your job, and don’t cause any suspicions-” he began, but you interrupted.

“He’s hurt, Rhysand. How can you act like I can simply go back to whoring myself out, when he nearly died?”

“Do you love him?”

You froze, a pang in your gut, a strange swirling sensation as his violet eyes met yours and held them in a harsh glare. You twisted your lips. “I don’t think of him that way,” you finally uttered.

“Then why do you care so much?” Rhysand asked.

“I could ask you the same question,” you countered. Rhysand snarled.

“You know my reasonings for acting with you the way that I do,” he leered. “Now, don’t try to change the subject. Tell me.”

You inhaled sharply, pulling your gaze away from him, staring at the floor, and wishing yourself somewhere else, as you had done so many times before. You had not the strength to tell him of your darkest thoughts, to tell him only the real, pure truth, something that still shone in your heart, albeit dimly. That one little glimmer that you still held, only for you, was your own truth.

“Because he’s all I have,” you said finally, no louder than a whisper of breath between slightly parted lips. “When you brought me here, and Tamlin all-but forsook me, it was Lucien that checked on me, who looked after and protected me. I know I asked Tamlin to stay away, but it was still Lucien, the entire time. It was him, day after day, that I’ve been clinging to. The only scrap of happiness that I found under this godforsaken mountain. Those times when I’m with him, I feel safe. And that’s something that I haven’t felt for a long time.”

Rhysand raised an eyebrow as he came to perch on the side of the bed beside you. But he didn’t speak, he gave me the time to let it out, everything that you had been holding so close to my chest for five years.

“Amarantha, she keeps threatening to take that away,” you continued through a shaky breath. “That’s why I stay there, outside his door. Because if I lost that glimmer of safety, if I lost him, then I would have no hope left.”

Rhysand sighed, deep and heavy and seemingly filled with unsaid words, and then he turned to you, eyebrows raised, hand gripped on his thighs. “Perhaps all this time here really has driven you mad.”

You blinked in surprise. “What?”

“Well, if you think that Lucien of all people is your only hope, then you must have completely lost your mind,” he laughed.

“You know, he would say something similar about you.” You couldn’t help but smile.

“I have no doubt that he would,” Rhysand smirked, and you thought you heard a small chuckle laced into his words. “But you do realise that your hope, as you put it, isn’t in Lucien, or Tamlin, or even me, even if I am rather incredible. Your hope, you foolish girl, is in there.”

He prodded a thick finger against your chest, enough to push you back slightly, poking you right where your heart was. “It’s been there the whole time. Maybe you lost it for a moment,” - neither of us dared speak that we knew what he was referring to - the ash arrow on the fateful day when you had felt that there was nothing left but that - “but it’s always been in you. That was the only reason I chose to trust you, because I knew that heart of yours was just squeezed full of hope.”

Tears trickled at your cheeks - you hadn’t even realised you’d been crying.

“It’s the only reason you’re still here, I think. The only reason you haven’t completely given up yet,” he continued with a smile - a genuine one, filled with no snide or snark. “And you’re the hope for so many under this mountain, those of us who have seen you persevere, have seen you fight, no matter what has been placed in front of you, and have seen you never back down, never break down. Feyre may be our chance,” he paused again, glimmering deep-violet eyes meeting yours as he reached up to stroke away one of your tears from your cheek, “but you, Y/N, you are our hope.”

Weeks passed by, and you found yourself walking with a new sense of lightness in each step. Amarantha noticed it, much to her aggravation. She saw the smile that you wore, saw the way you chattered with the Spring Court as if you weren’t living deep in the depths of hell. Tamlin noticed too, and you saw the way that his eyes followed you as you made your way through the throne room each night, every party, with your chin high.

Rhysand had begun bringing Feyre out from her cell, dressing her in a similar fashion to how he had styled you, and you couldn’t help but wince when you saw her that first night, concerned that she was to be the new you, that she was to go through the same horrors that you had faced. But Rhysand kept her close to his side, and you couldn’t help but notice the way he never truly touched her.

It made you cast your mind back, and you realised with great surprise that Rhysand had never once come to your chamber to claim you, only ever to help you. After a while, the bodies had blended together, and you had forgotten who was who, yet standing there, watching the way he acted with Feyre, it clicked that he had never gone to see you seeking servicing as the others had. That was all it took for you to become cemented in your decision that Rhysand was an ally, whether he helped for his own means, or genuinely because he was good at heart.

Lucien had returned to court, and despite his slight limp and occasional wince of pain, he seemed to be on the mend. When he had first walked through those double doors, you had been sure your heart might have popped out of your chest onto the tiled floor at your feet, but as Rhysand caught your eye, he gave you a warning shake of his head.

Of course. To show that he was your weakness, that you may very well have been his, would only cause trouble for the both of you, that’s what Rhysand had said, and with the way Amarantha watched you so intently for the entire night, as if waiting to get a rise from you, you could only assume that he was right.

And so, you kept your distance, and kept your head held high. Plied Feyre with faerie wine at Rhysand’s behest, as Lucien once had with you, knowing that it would help to dull the embarrassment that she felt. You could feel Lucien’s eyes on you, Tamlin’s twinning him occasionally when his focus was drawn from Feyre, but you didn’t even so much as glance at Lucien. You drank glass after glass of wine each night for weeks, laughed with Rhysand, allowed a client to pick you out of the crowd and take you back to your chambers, and fell asleep after the door had clicked closed behind them when they left.

And it remained that way for those weeks. The same routine, each and every night.

But when you fell asleep each night, faerie wine making you hazy and dizzy and sleepy, it was red hair and autumn leaves and the smell of apple cider that you dreamt of.

Feyre’s second trial loomed, and the air in the court began to change, to grow colder and more tense with each day that passed. You didn’t pay heed to it - Feyre could do it, you believed in her, just as Rhysand had believed in you.

On the day of the trial you wandered down to the throne room. For some reason, despite having avoided him for weeks by that point, you had half expected Lucien to be waiting at those open doors, just as he had been for the first trial, and it was hard to mask your disappointment when you found that spot to be void of anyone.

“He’s not coming,” that smooth, low voice came from behind you, and as you turned you found Rhysand leaning against the door opposite, wearing that familiar smirk.

“What makes you think I was looking for him?” You asked with a raised brow.

“I’m not stupid,” he chuckled. He pushed himself off the wall and extended an arm to you. “Come, you can watch the trial from the good seats today.”

You had no choice but to link your arm through his and allow him to lead you through the mountainous court. When you finally reached the area where the trial would take place, you found it not to be the same one as the first trial. It was similar, that was for sure, but it was smaller in size. It still bore, however, a deep pit dug low into the ground in the middle, this time made of a sharp, smooth stone. You squeezed through the bodies behind Rhysand, pushing past the chairs, and found a perch in the seat beside him, just to the right of Amarantha and her throne.

You were so close to Tamlin from there that if you just reached out, you might’ve been able to touch his shoulder. Your brother, who had played the part of indifferent, cold soldier for so long now that he might as well have become it entirely.

Your eyes scanned the crowds, both seated and surrounding the pit on foot, for Lucien, but he was nowhere in sight, and your heart dropped just a little bit more. Perhaps your attempts at keeping him at arms length had been too much. A moment later, Feyre was brought forward, and the crowd cheered.

“Well, Feyre, your second trial has come,” Amarantha’s voice echoed through the room, cutting the cheers to a snappy silence. “Have you solved my riddle yet?”

Feyre said nothing, and Amarantha simply snarled smugly. “Too bad. But I’m feeling generous tonight.” She glanced at Tamlin, who held Feyre’s stare, and she hissed in distaste. “Begin.”

A light flickered somewhere in the pit as Feyre was lowered down, and the air from your lungs whooshed from your mouth as you rose to your feet from instinct, ignoring Rhysand’s light grip on your wrist, pulling you back down. You couldn’t move, you were frozen to that spot, as if bound in place by one of these High Fae’s magic. Because there, on the far side of an iron gate, bound in chains, laid on his side, was Lucien.

You didn’t miss the smirk that Amarantha shot you, and you realised now what Rhysand had meant; you truly understood every inch of what he had said. You had done this, had placed a target on Lucien’s back. He had always been a way to torment Tamlin and Feyre, but with the added bonus of breaking you into nothing, Amarantha had chosen him, of everyone.

You could see the white of his russet eye glinting in the dim light as he took in his surroundings, took in Feyre’s stance before him. And then it moved, trailing over the crowd around them, until it finally landed on you, and despite his circumstances, despite where he was, you saw his chest deflate in a sigh. Because you were there, and you were safe, and if he was going to die then he would at least know that you were there in his final moments.

And your heart wrenched in a way that it never had before. It twisted in your chest, as if Amarantha had reached in between your ribs and rushed it with her red fingernails.

“Sit down,” you heard Rhysand whisper from behind you. But you couldn’t, you were glued to the spot, eyes trained on Lucien.

“Here, Feyre darling, you shall find your task,” Amarantha stated clearly and loudly for the entire court to hear. “Simply answer the question by selecting the correct lever, and you’ll win. Select the wrong one to your doom. As there are only three options, I think I gave you an unfair advantage.” She smirked, snapping her fingers, and as something groaned and creaked above, you looked up, eyes wide, vomit ready to spew on the floor. For above them were two large metal grates, slowly descending inch by inch toward the pit, encrusted in sharp, glinting spikes. “That is,” Amarantha continued. “If you can solve the puzzle in time.”

You could see the panic overtake Feyre, could see as Lucien pulled at his chains as if to get to her, to help her. She stared wildly at the question on the wall, the groaning metal above lowering and lowering, signifying her time running out.

“Something wrong?” Amarantha chortled. Feyre simply stared at the wall, and you stood, unable to breathe as you watched her - watched Lucien - intently, and your heart all-but cracked in two. Because you realised then, as you took in her puzzled and panicked expression, that Feyre could not read.

And Lucien was, in all likelihood, about to die.

The spikes were hot, you could see that from their dim, orange glow, as if they had been held over a flame for hours, and those grates passed over the tip of the pit.

“Answer it!” Lucien shouted, voice hoarse and pleading, those eyes flickering up to you just for a moment. You tried to memorise every line of his face in that sharp second. “Just pick one!”

You spun on your heel, staring intently at Rhysand. “Help her,” you whispered. He looked up at you in surprise, but it was quickly wiped away when he looked back down at the pit, at Feyre struggling to make out the words. “Rhysand, help her, please. I’m begging you!”

It was louder, not enough that Amarantha might hear, but Rhysand’s fierce stare flicked back up to you as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back into your seat. “What do you think I’m doing?” He hissed quietly. “Now, keep your mouth shut.”

You could barely hear him over the pounding of your own heart in your chest. Feyre reached for the second lever - the wrong answer - but then snapped her hand away as if she had been burnt. She reached again for the same lever, but once again pulled away as if in pain. She reached for the first lever, just as Lucien begged again - “Feyre, please!” - and once again lunged away from it, clutching her hand.

Your eyes widened, and you turned slowly to look at Rhysand, who simply leaned back in his chair, looking back at me with a smirk.

The third lever - she pulled it firmly, eyes gripped tightly closed, and then-

The grates stopped, and began retracting from the pit, and you could hear the sigh of relief that burst through Lucien’s lips as he collapsed to the ground, a quiet prayer, a kiss to the floor, and a sharp smile thrown at you. Feyre was pulled upward again, but you were already on your feet, rushing through the crowd and back down the stairs.

This time, Rhysand didn’t stop you.

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Kara’s eyes follow the shutters as they lower down from the ceiling, big metal things that smack into place with a clunk. They are much sturdier than any that she’s ever seen on a store window, thicker and more durable, noticeably so.

She can’t do anything but stare at them, her body still frozen in place, Lena’s arms holding her securely to her body.

“Are you ok?” Lena questions, her voice soft and tender.

Kara can’t do anything other than just grip onto Lena’s shoulders tighter, her fists clenched around her work shirt tightly, the satin black material soft and comforting beneath her fingertips.

Instinctively, Kara clenches her eyes shut when a piercing noise echoes through the building, a scratching against the metal shutters followed by screams of anguish, something kara has never truly heard before this moment.

It shocks her out of her frozen state and she goes to jump out of Lena’s arms but Lena doesn’t let her, her strong arms wrapped around her too tightly. It takes a second but when Lena realizes what she’s trying to do she sets her on her feet carefully with a murmured “sorry.”

Jess rushes over to them, grabbing them both into a tight hug, pressing them tightly to her as if to make sure they are both ok. “Thank god you made it back alright.”

“It was close,” Lena admits. “Let’s head upstairs and we can talk more, I have a feeling that Kara needs a drink.”

“Or three.” Kara corrects her, finding her tongue. “What in the actual fuck was all of that?”

Lena lowers her head. “Let’s talk about it upstairs.” She turns briefly to the guards scattered around the main foyer where they are. “Make sure the building is secure then patrol the entrances, if any breaches are found then follow protocol: get into a safe room and use your radios to signal for everyone else to do the same, nobody be a hero.”

She receives a bunch of nods and they all scatter, starting their tasks with their hands on their radios, ready in case they need them.

Kara watches them go, curious about how much they know but too shaken by the way they were just chased by a literal hoard of vampires to be concerned about it.

“Please tell me that the elevators still work even in this lockdown?” Kara breathes out, collecting herself slightly, tugging at the hem of her sweatshirt nervously, feeling desperately out of place surrounded by everyone still dressed in their business clothes while she’s in her sweats, the tips of her hair damp where they just touched the water while she was taking a bath not long ago.

“They still work,” Lena confirms. “The lockdown causes the entire building to switch to the backup generators so we always have power, even if the powerlines are cut, not that I think that would actually happen, those vampires are old and feisty but they don’t have a whole lot going on upstairs, if you know what I mean?”

Kara tries to fight back the twitching of her lips, not wanting to smile so soon after they just got attacked but it’s impossible not to when Jess is openly snickering and Lena is looking at her hopefully, waiting for her to crack.

She can’t resist and lets her mouth form into a little smile before heading off to where she knows the elevators are, ready to get as far away from where she knows the other vampires are gathered around the building, she doesn’t know how she knows, she just does. It’s like she can sense it, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up and a shiver up her spine that just won’t go away.

Jess and Lena are right beside her, one each side, and they escort her up to Lena’s office where she’s led to the couch and a drink is shoved into her hand, whisky by the taste of it. She doesn’t like it.

“Can I have water instead? This is disgusting.”

“That is a two hundred dollar bottle,” Lena complains but gets her some water anyway.

“Tastes like gasoline and not the good kind.”

Jess snorts but doesn’t comment.

Lena sits opposite her. “I suppose you have a lot of questions.”

“Not as many as you might think, I think it’s pretty obvious what’s going on,” Kara answers, sipping her water before placing her glass on the coffee table in front of her, pushing her neglected glass of whiskey further away in disgust as she does so.

Lena nods, “yeah, I guess it is. I’ll still answer any questions you do have though.”

“Ok, well, why are there a whole bunch of vampires suddenly attacking us?” Kara goes with the most obvious question first.

“They’re threatened and they don’t want anyone, namely us, doing anything that could either expose them for what they are, confirm that vampires actually do exist or prevent them from doing what they love – killing.” Lena doesn’t meet Kara’s eyes and Jess is sitting on the edge of the couch beside Kara, looking uncomfortable.

Jess coughs. “They got the information from your notepad and know that you know they exist so the easiest way for them to fix that is to kill you.”

Kara stares down at her glass thoughtfully. “That’s why you reacted the way you did before, isn’t it?” She looks up at Lena. “When I asked you if I could interview you the first time and you grabbed me. You weren’t trying to hurt me, you were scared. You were trying to protect me, not hurt me.”

Lena nods. “I still shouldn’t have grabbed you like that, I’m sorry.”

“But you were scared, weren’t you?”

“I was, and it doesn’t excuse anything.”

“No. It doesn’t.” Kara meets Lena’s eyes as the vampire looks up for the first time since she sat down. “It does explain it though.”

They share a brief smile, one of hesitant trust and mutual understanding, before the lights flicker, turning on and off repeatedly for a series of five seconds at a time for about half a minute.

All three of them stand up, eyes searching around the room and hearts in their mouths, except for Lena, whose already cold blood runs even colder.

“What’s happening?” Jess asks, sounding more frantic than Kara has heard her sound before.

Lena stands firm in front of them. “This shouldn’t be happening, the generators have been working fine up until now and they were only serviced a couple of months ago.”

Jess steps forward, resting a hand on Lena’s shoulder, keeping her touch light. “Lena, what should we do?”

“I think you and Kara should get into a safe room while I go and check out what’s going on with the generator, just in case. I’ll feel better knowing you’re safe.”

“What about the guards?” Kara questions. “Wouldn’t they have radioed if they found something wrong?”

Lena nods. “They would but there’s always the chance that they didn’t get the opportunity to do so. Everything is probably alright but it’s best that I go check it out. The generator probably just needs more juice, let me handle it.”

Kara doesn’t want to be trapped in one of those stupid safe rooms again. She can hardly believe that she believed Lena and Jess when they told her that the one in the lab was just a fire-proof room in case of an emergency. Her reporter instincts should have picked up on that.

“I would prefer an option where we don’t go into one of those ridiculously small rooms with no light.”

“I would prefer the option where I’m sure you won’t get killed by a vampire.” Lena counters, a sleek eyebrow raised in challenge, a challenge she knows Kara isn’t about to win.

Kara doesn’t have it in her to even argue. “That’s good enough for me, where’s the nearest safe room?”

Jess starts moving right away at that, seemingly waiting for the chance to hide. “This way.”

She takes Kara over to a set of shelves on the wall not far from the couch, full of what Kara just assumed were some kind of mega-expensive, very mildly impressive art decorations. Lena grasps one end of the shelves and it swings out on hidden hinges, revealing a door behind it.

“Very clever.” Kara quips.

“Thanks,” Lena mutters, opening the door and urging them to get inside. “Do you want to put the light on your phone before I close the door?”

Kara nods dumbly, doing exactly that before asking, “are you sure you don’t want to get in here with us? I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ll put the shelves back in place and I’ll knock four times when I’m back. The door requires someone from both the inside and outside to unlock it so that’s how you’ll know it’s me.” Lena directs it more to Jess than to Kara but her point still stands. “Stay safe.”

“You too,” Jess says before the door swings shut, leaving her alone with Kara.

They look at each other as soon as they are left in there. “I guess that’s it for a while.” Kara quips.

“I guess so. At least there’s a couch in this one.” Jess walks over to the grey fabric couch that stretches across the width of the tiny room and plops herself down. “We might as well get comfortable because I’m getting the feeling that we’re going to be in here for a while.”

Kara shrugs, and follows Jess’ lead, sitting down beside her and letting out a rushed puff of air, purposely breathing in deeply and measuring out her breaths, intent on making sure she doesn’t panic the way she did before.

Lena makes her way through her building, hearing finely tuned in to every sound and eyes adjusting to the light as she makes her way down each floor, sweeping every room and checking every nook and cranny she can find.

The generator is one floor below the first floor so she just has to make it down there, and fix the generator, which shouldn’t be too hard, she was an engineer in her last century, and she has to figure out if there’s another vampire in the building.

If there is then she has to figure out if it got in during the attack or if she’s got a vampire-shaped mole in her building but she very much hopes that that isn’t the case.

She’s getting closer, just one floor above the first floor where all of the guards should be patrolling. All of the safe rooms so far have been empty but that doesn’t mean anything because if the guards ran to them, the closest ones aren’t the ones she checked already.

Lena takes the last step down to the first floor, where they first re-entered the building not long ago. Her ears twitch at the sound of footsteps around the corner from her and she’s acutely aware of the sound of someone on the floor below, somewhere no guards should be patrolling.

Slowing her pace, she rounds the corner as sneakily as she can, sticking to the shadows where nobody will see her. She ducks behind a dark pillar and watches from behind it, cataloguing each guard she sees.

None of them are acting strangely. She can only see a few of them from her position but that makes sense as they are meant to be spread across the floor.

Using her vampiric speed, Lena darts across the room, staying in the darker areas and noting how the lights have not once flickered anywhere down here or on any of the other floors than her own.

She flits around, counting the guards as she makes her rounds and sighs in disappointment when she comes up one short.

With that in mind, she heads downstairs, ready to find out if the person downstairs is a vampire as she fears, or the missing guard.

She takes the stairs quickly, her green eyes searching through the much darker area. When they move onto the generator, the only lights that automatically turn on are the ones for the floors above ground level unless they are manually switched off or in the case of the lower floors, manually switched on. There’s no light on down here and that means that if the guard is down here, they didn’t bother with the light.

Lena’s concentration breaks when a metal clanging ricochets through the air, the sound of something being dropped.

She rushes to the sound, intending to ambush the person.

She grabs them by their shirt, holding them high off the ground, pressing their back to the generator they were standing beside, teeth bared in the low light.

With them held up close to her face, she can make out their terrified expression and their identity: her missing guard.

Carefully, Lena lowers the guard, a woman she knows by the name of Susan Vasquez, down onto the ground and retracts her teeth. “Vasquez, what’re you doing down here?”

“Miss Luthor?” Vasquez stutters out, fear prevalent in her voice. “I was checking the generator, the lights flickered.”

“Why didn’t you turn the lights on?”

“I couldn’t find the switch.”

Lena groans. “Sorry about all of that, you scared me. I thought one had gotten in.” She walks over to the switch just beside the doorway to the stairwell, flicking it on with a single finger. “Better?”

“Much,” Vasquez answers, looking sheepish. “I think I fixed it anyway, one of the wires was coming loose.”

“Good job now let’s head back upstairs, it’s creepy down here. Maybe next time, you can radio up and let us know what’s happening?”

Vasquez nods, suddenly the picture of professionalism. “You got it, boss.”

Lena watches Vasquez go, letting her get upstairs before she double-checks the generator because she doesn’t want to openly critique her work in front of the woman.

Turning to the generator, she takes a good look at it, tugging on the wires to see how easily they come out of it. Not easily at all, these aren’t the kind of wires that just ‘come loose’.

Everything is in place as it should be with the generator but there is something wrong, she can feel it in her ancient bones.

“Show yourself,” Lena states into the room.

There are wires and pillars and pipes all over the place that someone can very easily hide behind and she’s very much getting the feeling that there is someone there.

“I know you’re there.”

A slow clapping comes from behind her.

She turns to see a woman, dressed in all black with pasty white skin that is somehow even paler than Lena’s own, a feat in itself.

“Lillian.”

“So you’re not thinking of me as your mother anymore?”

“That ended centuries ago and we both know it was just for appearances, the same goes for Lex, I bet he doesn’t speak to you now either.” Lena sneers at the woman leaning against a pillar as though there’s nothing wrong with the world.

Lillian huffs. “Lex got a stake to his cold, dead heart almost a decade ago, vampire hunters are rare but not extinct, he got cocky and fell into a trap. It serves him right for being such as asshole.”

“You’ve certainly changed your tune since you used to talk like he had the sun shining out of his ass.”

“And you still have a way with words.”

“Why are you here?” Lena gets the conversation back on track, not in the mood for a trip down memory lane.

Lillian takes a step closer, trying to intimidate Lena with her superior height, not taking into account Lena’s superior feistiness. “I want the girl. She knows too much and the rest of us don’t want to end up like poor old Lex.”

“Then you have nothing to worry about, the reporter is reporting on my company, not our species, I need her for my company’s image and you know the vampire code, no messing in the covers of other vampires. I’m sure you understand.”

“Oh, I do, but we both know that I’m not about to take your word for it either. Even if I did trust you, which obviously I don’t, I don’t trust some pathetic human and I’m not about to put my life in her hands.” Lillian sneers.

Lena actually laughs, one much darker than she’s done in years, decades even. “You hardly have a life, Lillian.”

“Well, I want to protect what little of a life I do have then. Hand over the girl.”

“Over my dead body.”

“If that’s what it takes.”

Lena takes a step further into Lillian’s space, daring the woman to do what she claims she can. “Try me.”

Lillian smiles, all teeth and void of any kind of happiness. “It won’t come to that. The girl’s sister showed up at her apartment after you left. We have her and if you don’t hand her over, her sister dies. How will she feel if you let her family suffer? Will she still want to protect your secret then?”

Outwardly, Lena doesn’t react. Inwardly, she freaks out.

“Get. Out.” Lena snarls.

“You have an hour to think about it, although I am certain that a smart woman like you can come to the right decision.” Lillian speeds away and Lena watches her go, seeing how she got in when she follows her, a window on the second floor that the shutters failed to completely close on, something she should have noticed when she swept the building.

There’s a tiny crack at the bottom that meant that Lillian was able to pry the shutters open. Lena slams it down, locking it securely before heading upstairs.

There’s a very important decision to be made and it’s one that she can’t make alone. Kara is going to be devastated and Lena can’t think of anything she can do to help.

That doesn’t mean she isn’t willing to try though.

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Story // In His Burning Fingers

A young soldier on a scouting mission can scarcely believe her eyes.

~650 words // 3 min read (preview)

~3200 words // 15 min read (full)

Chandni had let her guard down, but that was a good thing. Far from foes and friends alike, she found that walking in the ashen gravel of no man’s land was not that different from walking on the beach back home.

On the horizon, artillery fire and air bombings lit up the sky like reverse lightning. Between it all, a rotten stone tower stood sentinel and radiated peace to seemingly no one but her. Far behind her, her company’s remainders ate expired rations lifted in dirt-caked and oil-stained fingers.

Since the conscription, hunger had never been on Chandni’s mind, dirty fingers or otherwise. The army gave you food, one way or another. It was before the army, when she’d had to look for fish remains in the gutters of a slum alley, that she’d been afraid of hunger.

When she reached the tower, she pressed her bare palm against the moss on the stone. It was the first soft sensation she’d felt in weeks, apart from the naked skin of a comrade.

The tower wasn’t empty - this much Chandni was certain of. She’d been certain since back on the ridge, when she’d spotted a glow in the tower’s topmost window. If she hadn’t stood staring at it, no one would have noticed it. It had been too late, though - the commander would spot Chandni, and he would then send her to scout the tower. Chandni’s feet had complained every step of the way there, but she was coming around to think that it had been worth it.

The moonlight formed a wedge through the tower’s doorway and once inside, the distant explosions sounded muffled and hollow. She leaned her bolt-action rifle against the wall just beside the doorway and took her boots off next to it, sliding them away from the wedge of light.

She still had a pistol in her holster, without which she would have felt naked.

She went up the spiralling stairs - one floor, two floors, three floors. In the shimmer of the moon-lit rooms, she looked for silhouettes that might at any moment shoot a bullet into her skull. But there was no one there, not for the first three floors. Just a lot of cracked barrels, cobwebs, and wooden beams.

On the fourth floor, a glow sneaked out onto the landing where the stairs terminated. Two masculine voices whispered inside. Chandni tried to place their accents and realised that they weren’t from her side of the border.

“Try darker hair,” one of the voices said. “Dark brown, but not outright black. Eyes with a little fold, looking a little dead, but still alive. You know what I mean?”

“You’ll have to be clearer than that.”

“Well… try ‘lifeless eyes’. That should work, right?”

On the stairs, Chandni pressed her back to the wall and lowered herself onto a step. She double-checked that didn’t form any shadow in the light cast from inside the room, and gently pulled her pistol out of its holster.

“Here you go,” the second voice said.

The glow radiated, freshly rekindled, and shone brighter against the curving wall along the stairs. Chandni held her breath and slid towards doorway to look in.

“I like this, this one is closer,” the first voice said. It belonged to a young soldier sitting on the floor, his eyes gleaming in the light before him. Chandni followed the gaze of those gleaming eyes to a wispy flame that hovered over another man’s open hand.

She blinked and squinted. Without moving a muscle of her body, she searched the space between the flame and the palm of the hand. There was absolutely nothing there - no lighter, no match, no candle, not even a wick. The flame simply hovered on its own, a few centimetres over the palm. Above the flame, a woman’s disembodied head, perfectly lifelike, looked off into the distance.

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𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛 [𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑁𝑖𝑛𝑒]

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It's been three days since they had gotten the information from the captives, by force since they weren't willing to give it up. Hongjoong had happily extracted that information before the witches were disposed of.

Nobody stayed to watch the wolf tear apart those who dared to hurt his pack, his sister, the pups under their watch. He took his time and eventually, when the birds finally started to sing, Chris and Hongjoong were the only ones left in the room. They were the only ones who needed to hear the ragged breathing and broken words uttered by the enemy. They were the only ones who needed to dispose of the bodies when it was done.

No survivours.

That's what they are trying to do to the wolves so it's only fair they give it back in kind.

"So here's the plan," Chris says when everyone is finally gathered back at the house, "the witches said that the Goddess is being held at a house down here." He points to a map on the wall, showing the area where his mother is being held. "They always have at least three witches at the house to keep the barrier up and to keep her weakened."

"They'll make sure that wolves won't be able to cross the barrier." Luna doesn't lift her head from the grimoire that she's reading. "If this spell is done correctly, it'll render the wolf unconscious. It neutralises all supernatural creatures unless they are within the barrier when it's cast. It uses a lot of magic to maintain which is why they keep rotating witches because it drains them."

"Send a couple of fireballs through the window and set the fuckers on fire. That'll keep them from doing shit." Hongjoong growls, shrugging himself off from the wall as he walks towards the witch. "I heard that burning witches is pretty effective."

It takes about 0.2 seconds before Hongjoong is tackled to the ground with a pissed off Chris throwing a couple of punches. The commotion has some of the wolves hooting, cheering at the fight while Chan is quick to intervene and pulling his younger brother off Hongjoong while Mikyoung rushes over to place a hand on Hongjoong's chest.

"You defending all of them now?" He spits out at her before shaking his head and stepping back. "I'm just saying. How the fuck are we going to get through something that could make us useless?"

"We find people who can get in without drawing attention. We find a way to have them lower their guard down." This is the only part of the plan that they have not been able to figure out because the witches know their fighters and they won't let any of them inside. "We have a few ideas but... we haven't been able to figure out how exactly it'll go because everything rides on them being unable to realise who they are."

Everyone mutters amongst themselves, trying to figure out the best way to be able to infiltrate the enemy while Mikyoung plays with her fingers as she looks at the area and notices a few houses surrounding it. The area is isolated but there's farmland around so of course, they'd have neighbours. "How about..." she says quietly, not sure if anyone is even paying attention to her but can feel a couple of eyes on her. "We get a couple of unassuming women to go to welcome them to the neighbourhood. There's some houses nearby and I don't think they'll be the type to meet those they live near."

"I can help them look different, throw off the scent, if they don't seem like wolves then maybe they have a better chance." Luna looks at Mikyoung and nods her head, "who would do it though?"

"I'll be one." Mikyoung says shyly, making sure not to look at the one person who is now staring daggers at her.

"Like fuck you will be."

"No, you're not."

Hongjoong and Chan say at the same time, the first time they've agreed on anything really but it's because they know Mikyoung shouldn't be getting herself involved in a situation like this. Hongjoong walks over and makes his sister look up at him but her eyes don't meet his as she keeps looking at the floor.

"You aren't going to fucking get involved." She backs away, subconsciously moving towards Chan, who doesn't look at all impressed either by the thought. "Tell her. She's stupid for even mentioning it."

Chan's hands are gently placed on each side of her arms and Mikyoung relaxes slightly as she looks over her shoulder at Chan, hoping he'd ease her but his expression shows all she needs to know. "I want to help..." She looks down, brow knitting together, "they won't know it's us..."

"We can't risk you getting hurt, petal," Chan has her face him, ignoring a fuming Hongjoong and tilts her head up by tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear and tracing a finger under her chin. A part of him knows he can't tell her what to do but another part of him wants to change her mind by any means necessary. "We'll find someone else."

Luna stands up suddenly, nodding her head, "Jangmi." She says suddenly, "I had been working on a potion for Jangmi to help her change what she is for a short period of time. I can use it to help us get in." Before anyone can stop her, she's ringing up the hybrid and asking for her help - which she eagerly accepts.

Even though nobody really accepted it, it's done. The plan. The plan to have the girls be the Trojan Horse, using neighbourly greetings as the way in and the wolves wait at the edge of the woods for the barrier to drop. With the witches' number heavily affected by the fight before, they know they won't have to worry too much about an attack, their magic weakened because of the barrier to hide the Goddess but it doesn't mean people are happy.

Not at all.

"Get her out of here, Chris." Chan grits his teeth, looking at Luna with disdain before storming over to his car. First Mikyoung, now Jangmi? It's not his job to protect one of them but he can't help it, he feels the need to protect them both.

The Alpha watches everyone leave, sighing as he turns back towards the nearly empty house and collapses on the couch with a hand over his head. His phone dings and he sees the name he's come to find comforting as the days pass him by. He was going to call her, see her, but with everything happening so fast - Chris hasn't had the time to check in with Shuhua.

"Little one," he says when the omega answers his call, wanting to hear her voice rather than text. "How are you doing?" He hums, listening to her talk before the question from her comes that he's been avoiding. "Me?" He chuckles wryly, "well, hopefully after tomorrow, we'll all be better."

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