#and also she's been killing it with these corset tops lately

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Maria Hill in Secret Invasion: a classic misdirect or a classic trope, what are the odds?

A full breakdown of the Maria situation in Secret Invasion episodes 1 & 2 also clues from Cobie herself?

Secret Invasion Episodes 1 & 2 below and FYI this is a LONG one and some more wilding out Maria theories because if we can do one thing instead of mourn her which she would probably hate, let’s give her death the close attention that everyone else is getting in the series. Maybe Marvel dived into this classic trope as a trick—-they wanted to do something different so just maybe there is more to this than people are saying. Full disclosure this is mostly chaotic nonsense, it is backed by nothing just things I have seen after rewatching the episodes and some breakdown videos. It is pictures on the wall level conspiracy building. But here it is.

A lot of the Secret Invasion videos I have seen breaking down each episode really skimp on the Maria situation they are saying she’s done it’s waste of time to really dig into it and there are (this killed me) “more important things being set up” I was thinking about this after I couldn’t find anything well done one whether Maria is gone for good (in whatever capacity) and when I started to pull some threads together it actually started coming together better than I thought. 

First let’s start with the outside of the series clues. Are we getting subliminal messages from Cobie about Maria revival?  Cobie has said Maria is dead but this line changed after last week to “I think she’s dead I don’t know.” This is fair because in all honestly she probably doesn’t. Marvel does all kinds of things without telling the actors and films things they don’t understand. Whether Maria is or isn’t in the Marvels is still not clarified and while Cobie says she ‘doesn’t know anything about that’ this is very similar to the denials Andrew Garfield gave over Spiderman No Way Home. Likely if she does know she’s not allowed to talk about it. Additionally a good-bye Maria post Cobie made was deleted from instagram just a few days ago. 

Next let’s talk about Cobie’s Secret Invasion press wardrobe choices: 

First on Secret Invasion press day Cobie wears this long neon green skirt one of the Skrull colors but she only wears it as a skirt not a dress—in fact her shirt is very basic, simple, beige and white boring but underneath splash neon green sparkles.  I posted her full outfit here

In addition, at the premiere Cobie is wearing black not just any black sheer black! Is she saying Maria’s death is thinly veiled? Or maybe she just liked the dress because it was pretty. Traditionally or at least lately Cobie has been wearing a lot of white! See her photos from Spider-man Far from Home, and the Impeachment premiere. (There’s more too!) When is the last time Cobie wore black at Marvel premiere—- it was actually Captain America Winter Solider, and what happened at the end of Winter Solider? Nick Fury was revealed to be alive.  Full disclosure she also wore black at the first Avengers premiere and did have some sheerness to that as well so it could be a first avengers premiere throw back (i thought her dress was red but I guess that was the European premiere instead) But, I still believe it is more than nothing. Are these clues? A neon green skirt at the press day event a color associated with Skrulls that is hidden underneath a beige and white top and then a see through black corset dress. Hmm. IDK maybe these are clues. Certainly meant to drive some Cobie/Maria stans wild I bet. 

Now let’s talk about the in series clues that something is going on with Maria or her death overall:

First, Skrull Ross 

It has yet to be explained how Maria and skrull Ross are connected or how skrull Ross would be able to infiltrate Maria’s tech system to contact her and be extracted. In fact, when I started thinking about this it seems more likely something is up with Maria because skrull Ross was taking the plans to Maria when he called for an extraction. 

Maria then sees Ross change into a Skrull and says ‘one of you’ and Talos says it’s an imposter. Maria seems surprised to see Talos we don’t know what happens next between Talos and Maria but we later learn that Talos wants Maria to call Fury. 

Next Maria goes to pick up Fury, she seems genuinely happy to see him and he limps to her. We know that Maria sent an encrypted message to Fury because Rhodey talks about it to the President and this message has yet to be deciphered and we are not clued in to what it was. Maria later says the message she sent was at Talos’ request which means something in the message signaled to Fury he had to respond or Fury knew it was really coming from Talos. (More on this below when we talk about the chess game)

Next, Maria brings Fury to some safe house she is staying at but we don’t know how or why. At first I assumed this was Talos’ place because if Maria’s network had been infiltrated by skrulls why would Talos and her go back to a safe house where potential other skrulls may know where it is? I have seen mixed videos on this and have not been able to confirm if this is a safe house set up for Maria if it’s a safe place Talos is aware of. I think it’s probably Talos’ but if it is Maria’s other break down videos have pointed out that on the wall in the safe house there is a poster for a London based theater company. This could be a clue that Sonya Falsworth is involved or was working with Maria and skrull Ross and is likely a skrull herself. (On which side she falls I am unsure). 

Later when Maria is left in the car by herself she also smiles when Nick leaves and she notices G’iah and immediately and follows her and she is sure to call in to Nick and Talos  or G’iah may have intentionally walked by where Maria is in the car so she would notice her.

This idea that Maria is so good at her job that she can spot out a random lady with a bag as suspicious but not so good at her job she can’t defend herself from G’iah  or protect herself when she willingly goes to a violent event  where she knows it would be very dangerous and that she will blindly trust this G’iah’s intel is suspicious 

So what if Maia following G’iah was actually a different kind of set up? For  sure it is for Talos to run into G’iah to get the information from Talos to Fury … but what if something else happened here because isn’t it kind of the clear set up get Talos to G’iah so G’iah can connect with Talos and set up Fury and Friends but isn’t this too classic of a set up for these skilled vets Maria and Nick?

Something unusual/ not clear happened during the fight between G’iah and Maria and it does make some sense because I didn’t notice Maria follow Talos after G’iah to help him and she would know she that the woman she just fought was dangerous and Talos might need help because allegedly Maria just got her ass handed to her for reasons literally no one can explain.  The tunnel scene is extremely dark on purpose and we don’t have a good view of the fight.

A lightened up view of Maria getting up after the fight -- Talos goes to help her up but she directs Talos to G’iah but doesn’t offer to follow or help him which is strange for her. Instead she directs Talos to G’iah and then smiles trying to get up.  Is this a specific acting choice? Is this intentional did marvel not see it because the shoot was dark? 

The fight leaves Maria with a highly noticeable red cut on her nose to signify to the audience that is the real Maria (supposedly and not a skrull because her blood is red and that it is the same Maria who was in the tunnel with G’iah who dies later in the episode.  This type of obviousness seems like a purposeful misdirect or just exactly what it is meant as a sign to the audience to not waste time on this. But here I am doing it anyway because she deserves it.

When Maria and Nick decide to go hang out a bar instead of the safe house Gravik is already at the bar meaning he either followed Maria there or had advanced notice Fury was going there but how would Gravik know to follow Maria yet unless he already knew of her?  Again for reasons we don’t understand or that make any sense since chess boards are portable and alcohol can be purchased at stores Nick meets Maria at the bar... there is no indication of who told who to meet them out for a drink. But would Maria frequent the same bar over and over again as an agent and then bring her highly sought after coworker to the same bar who isn’t even supposed to be on earth? WHAT? 

When they are playing chess Maria is playing white but if she was about to die wouldn’t the foreshadowing suggest she would play with black pieces? Or white can represent her innocence in the whole thing. She moves a pawn first maybe demonstrating she is in fact just a pawn or maybe demonstrating that the Skrulls have already made their first move.  Without even having moved for two seconds Maria asks Fury if he he is going to move and he says ‘I don’t know yet.’ This could be because Fury is trying to scope out the whole situation he is in.

 - Maria says that’s what she is worried about he is always three steps ahead but isn’t anymore and that he was never the same after the Blip

but actually how can Maria know this because from her own account Nick has been ignoring her for years and he has been up in space. When he’s up on Saber he’s hanging out at the fake beach and went right back to work like she did. Is this some kind of skrull projection onto Fury? He has been told three times now (I think) that he has not been the same after the blip but this could be a tactic to get into his head or see where he is at. 

It’s some what of an unusual conversation between Maria and Nick. Maria specifically tells Nick to stay out of this fight, something that Sonya also tells him.  Maria telling Nick to back out doesn’t seem quite right as Maria’s mother later tells Fury “she would follow him to hell and back” thus telling Nick to step out of the ring is questionable. and then Maria says a classic foreshadowing line “someone is going to get hurt” Nick later tells Maria’s mother “they set the trap to hurt him.” Cobie also points out this bar conversation a lot in her interviews maybe because it was the one time Nick and Maria have some kind of conversation about anything other than work (but it’s still about work really) but maybe because it is significant in a non obvious way to the audience. Is Maria being a good friend telling Fury his head is out of the game or is this a completely suspicious behavior that she is echoing Sonya? 

If Maria has been some fake out Maria this whole time that could explain why Nick was constantly ignoring her and only coming back when Talos got her to contact him instead.  This also could explain that Nick has been in this game the whole time with the fake limping, no eye patch etc. He goes to meet Maria in a public place where Gravik will see him acting normal with a potentially fake Maria or the real one who knows and that he doesn’t suspect anything. It’s very suspicious that these two would go to a public place like this when Fury knows people are looking for him and apparently Maria allegedly wasn’t supposed to be in Moscow at all? -- not 100% sure on this it could just be that the government didn’t want people to know she was legitimately in Moscow for work for other reasons.

Aside from the nonsensical way that everything went down that got Maria killed —which could be a clue within itself here is another clue something is up:

False Flag?

When Maria is on the ground dying we see a Russian flag on the ground near her feet, the next time we get anything about Hill is an American flag covering her casket. This could be symbolism for senseless deaths caused by Russia and America during the cold war, it could be symbolism for a false flag that she’s dead, it could be absolutely nothing but it could actually be something. Maybe Russia doesn’t give Hill’s body back? We have not seen it and as I have been calling him lately, Nick ‘left her body in Russia’ Fury .. left her body in Russia and escaped with Talos.  Leaving Hill’s body in Russia is a pretty big error and injustice by Fury which Rhodey says he had to use all his capital to get back.  But this seems like something Nick would not do. (really sorry for using this photo)

The unloading of the casket scene hit hard for Maria stans like myself.  The people who won’t break down the Maria situation say this scene is a clue not to waste our time on this. Why cast the actor to play her mom why do this scene at all if there isn’t something more here than (barely any) closure? But as I pointed out in my last rant Nick tells Maria’s mom that a trap was set for him but of course when you watch the episode the trap is actually set for this Maria. Is Fury so egotistical that Maria’s own death has nothing to with her or is the signal that it was some larger trap for him. I thought this scene was kind of a nothing burger but why even shoot scene if there aren’t any kind of clues there. 

Rhodey then fires Nick and Nick gives out the most emotion he’s shown at all now that he is definitely on the outside and his #1 inside person isn’t there to feed him his intel since she is now probably dead. But then Fury yells in his true Fury form that “even when he’s out... he’s in”  This could be a sign Nick is actually ahead of Gravik. As I discussed in my last rage filled post about this whole situation it doesn’t make sense for Gravik to kill Maria. She’s a perfect person to be a skrull plant and she already had some association with skrull Ross... additionally giving Fury an avenge her arc seems not smart from Gravik’s perspective. 

Nick is way angrier about being fired than Maria dying so it would seem. Then he goes home to his skrull wife which we do not know if he knows she is a skrull and he is genuinely happy to see her and not emotionally destroyed by seeing himself murder his very close friend and colleague. Does this seem off to you? It seems off to me. 

So — probably I’ll say 98% Marvel was acting in classic sexist tropes it is Nick Fury’s story  and Maria was probably fridged for sure, no question, but maybe just maybe Marvel is doing something different and this is actually a misdirect to make us believe they are doing this again for the 100th time. If that’s the case I will give them some real credit, but I assume it’s not. But I wanted to give the whole Maria situation the breakdown and threads and leads it deserves and that it’s not getting in the male centric break down video circles online. The bros think it’s a waste of time but just maybe there’s at least some other Maria content coming in some form in some way we will not see coming because I think we can all agree that something does not track or maybe the writing for the series is not great.  IDK Sorry for how long this is. 

#maria hill #marvel #the marvels #cobie smulders #nick fury #secret invasion #mcu #emilia clarke #talos #fury #olivia colman #ben mendelsohn #g'iah #sonya falsworth #skrulls

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Hi this is extremely late but i heard you wanna talk Lobalore?

I didn't see this until just now but absolutely!!! I love them so much they occupy a very large spot in my brain. Feel free to send headcanons or fic prompts or whatever :3

Some of mine:

Loba steals Anita's hoodies and jackets. She somehow manages to make them look glamorous. Anita pretends to find it annoying but she secretly finds it cute.

That being said, Anita isn't a fan of the cold. She's from a warm planet and gets chilly much faster than Loba does, which Loba teases her about.

Loba likes pineapple on pizza. Anita hates it. They order half-and-half pizzas because of this.

Loba’s lock screen is a selfie she took with Anita on their first real date. Her home screen is the very next moment when Anita leaned in to kiss her on the cheek.

Loba still has nightmares, but they've gotten a lot better since she and Anita got together. When she has one Anita is quick to wrap her in a tight embrace and comfort her.

They usually sleep back-to-back but always close to each other.

 Anita wakes up early (military habit) but Loba sleeps in. Sometimes she'll be woken up by Anita not being there, sometimes Anita comes back to bed to snuggle her.

Anita loves to play with Loba’s hair. She always undoes Loba’s braids at the end of the day and brushes her hair. It's relaxing for both of them.

Loba paints Anita's nails. Sometimes to match hers, sometimes to coordinate with Anita's outfit.

Anita cooks or they go out to eat. Loba can make the most basic things but otherwise is kind of a terrible cook. They do bake together though (Anita instructs and Loba follows).

Loba hates spiders (she was nearly eaten by giant spiders at one point), so Anita kills them for her.

Anita claims to hate dancing, but she enjoys it in the privacy of their home with no one watching. She and Loba dance to cheesy pop songs in their living room.

Loba often asks for Anita's help with her necklace or corset laces. It's not that she can't do it herself, but she cherishes the intimacy of it.

Loba usually wears heels which put her eye-to-eye with Anita, but when she's barefoot she's short enough that Anita can rest her chin on the top of her head.

Anita has been going to therapy for a while, and she's making excellent progress. Loba is on the fence for a long time but eventually starts going too. It's hard, but Anita supports her every step of the way.

They hyphenated their names when they got married, so they're now Anita and Loba Andrade-Williams. This has led to many jokes about the fact that Loba (a thief) now has the initials LAW.

Anita has Loba’s (complicated) coffee order memorized.

Loba uses a lot of products with sweet, bright floral scents (her favourite perfume is lilies, her shampoo is jasmine and citrus, etc). Those smells mean comfort and home for Anita.

Anita is the first person since Jaime that Loba has cried in front of.

She's also the first since him to see Loba without makeup, and she thinks Loba is just as beautiful without it.

Loba gets even more flirty when drunk (lots of touching and covering Anita in lipstick kisses, calling her pretty, etc). Anita mostly just gets silly (bad pickup lines and jokes, much more PDA than usual, calling Loba pet names and telling her she's pretty).

Thank youuuu!

#lobalore #loba andrade #anita williams #apex legends #apex legends headcanons

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Wearing THAT

[Dewey Finn X Female Reader]

Summary: Reader teases Dewey in a Poison Ivy costume. You have a really hard time saying exactly what you want... Masterlist Next

Word count: 3.1k words (no beta) 

Warning(s): 17+ | teasing, lots of teasing and boners, lap sitting, near nudity, touching

AN: only Thots here, thots about Dewey Finn also is Ned British? He's British in my head

This was some sort of test. It had to be. God was testing him through you and you were not playing fair. It’s a costume party not a competition, you pompous little sycophant. And yet he can’t help but tug at the collar of his shirt. It’s not even anywhere near his throat but why else would he feel so constricted? It’s certainly not because of you…

You walked into his shared apartment wearing that and you had no idea the effect it had on him. 

Dewey watches you sling an arm around Ned and kiss Patty’s cheek in greeting. “Hi guys! Thanks for inviting me, I’ve been dying to put this on.” 

“Oh you look lovely,” Patty coos. She plucks at one of the plastic leaves on your corset. “Did you make this?! It’s so intricate.” 

You bark out a laugh. “Oh hell no! I have this cousin, right? And him and his fiancé own this shop where they make costumes for movies and theatre and if you pay ‘em right, ‘personal use.’ And they don’t ask questions what ain’t their business either.” 

“Well, I’m sold.” Ned raises his beer for a toast and Patty clinks it with her bottle of mysterious green juice. “Prost! What’s the name of the shop? Wanna see if they’re online– you know, for... support.” 

“Ned,” Patty swatted his empty hand (no need to be shy, we already know they’re freaky). 

You pat your friends on their backs and take a step towards the kitchen. “Gonna get myself a beer.” 

“Oh honey you don’t have to do that. Dewey!” The man in question nearly covered himself in his own drink when he heard his name. “Be a good host and get this lady her beer!” 

“Yes captain,” Dewey salutes and Patty can do nothing but glare in her Star Trek yellow shirt costume. Original series, of course, nothing but the best for Patricia Di Marco. 

Dewey takes a hold of the moment he has his back to you to take deep, calming breaths. He will not let this be the end of him. Your friendship means so much more to him than that and a little fancy green corset was not going to make him fuck things up with you. 

He’s ready for you when he hands you your beer. Your one arm hug is appreciated because he’s sporting a bit of wood and he’d hate to find out your corset isn’t thick enough to hide it– or god forbid you feel him on your thigh. And god, your thighs… those sheer green nylon tights were doing unspeakable things to him. Maybe if he kept you close and kept your legs out of his peripherals he could make it through the night without embarrassing himself. 

Or maybe not. 

“Are yoooouuu a college student?,” you ask and point at his inconspicuous clothes. 

“Actually– ” he opens the buttons of his shirt to reveal another shirt with a superman logo on it and buttons it back up clumsily as you laugh. “Ssshhh! Don’t tell anybody. Protect my secret.” 

“Of course,” you giggle. God you feel good hanging off him– usually he loves how physical you are but he has to figure out a way to keep his distance without offending you and quickly. “You like mine?” 

The way you pick up a thick swirling red lock and direct his attention to the very thing he’s trying not to look at is killing him. Of course you look even better up close. The leaves of your corset give the thing depth and texture, your gloves are fingerless and go over your elbows, and your heels are high, like make- him- feel- his- below- average- height high. 

“I like these.” Dewey plucks at the ring of leaves at the top of your gloves. It’s a way to keep his mind off your everything else. “Did you dye your hair?” 

“It’s a wig.” You tug on the top and then the bottom, wincing a little. “Sew in, so don’t go snatch it.” 

“I would never!” 

“Poison Ivy, eh? Think that’s one of Dewey’s favorites,” Ned blabs. 

Dewey sends him a death glare so powerful Ned chokes on his beer but you’re looking at your Spock-dressed friend so you can’t see it. 

“Oh, really?” You return your gaze to Dewey and say, “well you must be loving this, then.” 

Dewey swallows. No words come to him and there is nothing to stop the awkward silence that follows. You appear unbothered by it, maintaining eye contact as you smile almost knowingly… 

“We should play twister,” he says with the most unsure voice ever. 

“We don’t even have twister,” Patty mumbled. “Come on, there are like twenty other games setup, let’s play!” 

~

Dewey gives it a minute and when he’s free from you, he catches Ned by his pointy green ear and drags him into the hall. “Hey? What the fuck are you doing?” 

“Whah– what are you talking about?” Ned slaps at the hand fisted in his shirt but Dewey doesn’t budge. 

“You can’t just go telling people I’m into them, dude! Do you know how close you came to giving me away?!”

Ned scoffed. “Her? I hardly think she’s ignorant to your feelings, you’re not like that Steven from Austin fellow.” 

“– Are you talking about stone cold Steve Austin?"Dewey buries his face in his hands- "It’s his last name, not his birthplace–” 

“And besides…” Ned peeks around the corner to see you in the middle of some sort of posing game. Everybody's trying to take the form of some sort of vehicle, and you've got Chloe in a headlock and Vance's leg in the other hand. Ned never got to finish his thought because someone dropped a huge bowl of popcorn and that too became a game of ‘how many can you eat off the floor before Patty cleans it up.’ Ned’s got to help and he’s got to help now. 

Dewey finds himself on the couch with his fifth beer of the evening. Vance, Jeremiah, and Chloe are talking baseball stats when suddenly Dewey’s vision is filled with green and red just before you sit down. Right between his legs. He unconsciously scoots up to make room for you and before he catches on to your game, you nestle into his space by the arm of the couch and sling your legs across his like you belong there. 

Ok, something is definitely up with you. 

Would he describe you as cuddly? A little. Perhaps a more appropriate word would be… hands on. Long before he started wanting more than friendship with you, you two were always just touching. Your presence and your love language was physical. Dewey never felt like you were invading his personal space or overstepping his boundaries because he simply had none with you and the feeling was mutual. But this was something else. Something that wasn’t there before. 

Was it him? Was he fucking up his perfectly in sync companionship with you because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants or (his heart for that matter)? He wasn’t sure if he wanted to drag you closer or push you flat on your ass right now. 

You were listening to Chloe chew Vance out for hating Gritty the mascot when you felt Dewey plant a hand on your forehead. “Hey, are you feeling ok?” 

You gently shake him off and raise a single eyebrow. He seems serious, his voice gone all soft and making you feel gooey inside. 

“You just seem… I dunno,” he fumbles, “do you want me to take you home after this?”

Hellooooo opening! “Actually, can I stay here tonight?” 

“Yeah, of course.” Fuck, who said that? Dewey? Ah, shit… 

 “Thanks,” oh oh you should not be rubbing his thigh right now… “I think I’ll go change here in a minute.”

Oh please do, please please puh-leeaaase–  

~

After a brilliant movie drinking game (which Dewey tapped out of), the crowd began to disband. 24 became 20, then 18, then 12. You went out to your car to grab your overnight stuff and Dewey was hoping for a brief reprieve from the assault of your visage. He just needed a few more people to leave so he can sequester himself and rub one out– you know, get his head straight. Ever since you left his lap he’s been rock hard, there’s not enough blood flowing to his brain. The guest count is down to 3– 2 with you in your car, and he can’t wait anymore. 

Dewey slipped into the only bathroom in the house and prayed to god nobody noticed him. He barely got his hand wrapped around his shaft when Patty’s fist banged on the door demanding he help clean up. Sulking and agitated, Dewey managed to calm down while cleaning up red solo cups, glass beer bottles, cans, and small pocket sized objects that would need to be returned to the guests after their hangovers subsided (no keys, thankfully, everybody’s got a DD). His “predicament’ is nearly forgotten when you finally return with a bundle of clothes, disappear into the bathroom and reemerge in loose sleepwear with your makeup wiped clean and uh… braless. 

You catch him looking. Dewey– surprisingly sober after he gave up drinking half way through his sixth beer– does nothing short of raise a slightly irritated eyebrow at you. “Cold in here, huh?” 

“Shut up. You know how uncomfortable it is to sleep in a bra?” 

You help him collect a couple bottles that rolled under the couch and walk with him down to Ned’s car. Patty would sort the recyclables from the trash in the morning (late morning, she did a couple rounds of tequila shots thanks to you). It’s almost like the party never happened; you’re shooting the shit again and everything is right in the world. He’s got no ulterior reaction to putting a hand on your hip– that’s just a normal thing in your perfectly platonic relationship. God, he really must have been imagining things, he was beginning to think you were actually trying to flirt with him! 

Ned’s bent over the kitchen sink with Patty and holding her hair back. He looks up as you enter the apartment and shakes his head. You and Dewey make yourself scarce by slipping into the shared bathroom to hide. You try to giggle quietly as Dewey surveys the skincare products you covered the counter with. He points to your head and asks, “you wearing that to bed?” 

“It’s sewed in, I’m not taking this off for three weeks at least,” you answer. “Get my money’s worth. I can work it like my natural hair.” 

Dewey nods. You rub your arm nervously and look for something to say, something to circle back to the whole point of showing up looking like a sexed up goddess. What do guys like? Girls wearing their clothes, right? But you need to phrase it perfectly… 

“Dewey?” He looks up from the scrubby lip balm in his hands. “I’m not quite ready to go to sleep yet and it… it is a little chilly in your place. Can I wear your jacket?” 

Just to bring your meaning home, you tug on his sleeve– the very jacket on his back. You don’t want just any jacket, you want that one, already warm and scented by him. You don’t miss the way his eyes glance past you like he was reluctant to comply. And yet… 

“Yeah, here.” He slips out of it with ease and drapes it over your shoulders. You miss the sigh of relief he makes when you pull the zipper closed and obscure your pebbling nipples. “Think I’m gonna go help Ned put Patty to bed.” 

Ned was a scrawny little thing and couldn’t carry her by himself, and she needed to be carried. Competitive by nature, it’s easy to talk her into virtually anything, especially if it feels like girl time. You need Patty in a deep sleep for your plans tonight (sorry not sorry). Dewey’s very sexy as he bears most of Patty’s weight. She’s clinging to Ned, arms around his neck and babbling incoherently while Dewey’s got an arm around her waist and legs, keeping Ned on his feet. You skirt ahead of them and open the bedroom door, help pull her shoes off, her captain insignia, her earrings, you even wipe the spit from her lips and the eyeliner smeared on her cheek. 

“You’re my favorite ever,” she whimpers, “I love you so much, you’re like my best friend ever…” 

You shush her gently. “You say that about everybody when you’re drunk, baby. I promise I’ll make you a fat breakfast in the morning but you gotta go to sleep now, OK?” 

Patty nods. She snuggles into her pillow just as Ned is taking up position as the big spoon when she looks back up at you and asks, “can we go for a run together?” 

You blink evenly. “Yes.” You already regret it as she smiles big and wide. It would be just your luck this is the one thing she doesn't forget in the morning.

Finally it's just you and Dewey in the hallway. It feels like you're standing between two choices: his open bedroom door and the living room. But it seems like only you can feel the weight of it. 

"Are you sure you want to stay over?," Dewey asks, "you can use my bed." 

You perk up out of your heavy mood. "Really?" 

"Yeah, I'll take the couch tonight." 

He can't possibly miss the way you instantly deflate but he's still not putting the pieces of the puzzle together. "Dewey. I'm not going to kick you out of your own room." 

He shrugs. "Suit yourself. I'll grab a few blankets." 

There's a storage closet in the main building with this one extra soft blanket that Dewey knows you'll love. You on the other hand have got no more patience left. Once the man leaves, you stomp your foot and decide to try one final act.

Dewey returns to the apartment to find an empty, quiet living room. Ned and Patty are in bed, but where are you? He wanders past the bathroom door because it's dark inside and checks his room. There you are reclining on his bed. He could have sworn you were wearing pants before but your legs are bare and his jacket hugs the tops of your thighs. He also could have sworn you were wearing a shirt. He finds both items folded neatly beside you with your underwear right on top. 

Oh…

This cannot be happening right now. He just survived tonight by the skin of his teeth and now you were doing this to him. He’s going to pull his hair out, going to scream, it’s so frustrating because he can’t just ask you what you want– you’ll turn the question back on him and he’ll fuck it up. He lets the blanket fall from his grip and with a heavy sigh he whispers in a weak voice, “straight answers only. What are you doing to me? Why you doin’ this?” 

You cock your head and answer leisurely, your eye drifting across the items in his room. “You know that’s not how I roll, but if you want me to address the elephant in the room: I'm naked in your bed right now." 

Against his better judgement, Dewey moves closer. "I can see that." 

One step closer and your eyes find him again. Like an invitation you lean back more, even uncross your legs but go no further. Dewey swallows his tongue and waits for you to elaborate and every second is agonizingly slow. 

"You think you can just walk around here with your pretty face and cocky little attitude like it’s nothing,” you said accusingly. 

Dewey glared at you. “That’s the pot calling the kettle black.” 

“Well we're in agreement then,” you’re almost sneering at him, but he knows it’s because you’re really frustrated with yourself, “I look and I touch and I feel but I don’t know, you know?” 

“Not a clue,” he sighs and sits himself beside you. He’s done trying to keep his distance. “Let’s go back to you being naked in my bed.” 

“Do you like it?” 

“Do I like it?,” he repeats incredulously. Dewey leans back on his elbow to look you over from top to bottom. You look damn good in nothing but his jacket. You’ve got the long ends of your red hair in braids that sweep down to your navel. The zipper rests tantalizingly right below your ribcage. Dewey dares to reach out a mollifying hand and give a tiny stroke to that silver keeper. He cannot bring himself to speak above a whisper as he nods, “yeah, I… I like it.” 

The tension leaves your shoulders and you wear a small grin. “It’s not too late to take it back. Say no, and I’ll put my clothes back on and sleep on the couch like none of this ever happened. This,” you point between the two of you, “doesn’t change unless we want it to.” 

… this was real. In answer, Dewey’s chin wrinkles and he watches his finger travel upwards, drawing a light line up the expanse of your chest between your breasts to feel you shiver at his touch. Thing is he doesn’t want to say no, but wouldn’t it be better? Safer? He asks the question he’s been dying to know all night. “What do you want from me?” 

“Whatever I can get,” you answer truthfully. “Whatever you’ll allow. Don’t trouble yourself with labels and things ‘cause what we have has always been so much more than that.” 

Dewey feels a weight lift off of his chest. His hand works around your waist and drags you closer, halfway under him and he rests his perspiring forehead on your breastbone. Whatever happens next happens, for better or for worse. 

You’re not troubled when Dewey moves the jacket to expose one of your breasts, however you are taken aback when he bites you. You barely manage to stifle your yelp when you feel him growl against your flesh and the sound vibrates straight to your core. Dewey drags his head up and stares you dead in the eye as he kneads your savaged breast. 

“All night,” he growls, “all fucking night for this? We could have done this ages ago. The salon, the drive in, Chloe’s cat’s birthday– grocery shopping last week. But no, instead you pick a party full of people and you’ve had me riled up for hours.” 

Dewey pinches your hardened peak and you keen. “‘m sorry…” 

“No you’re not, but don’t worry: you will be.”

AN: Check Out Part 2 @hoodoo12 @go-commander-kim @escape-your-grape @softbeej @imma-fucking-nerd @werwulfy

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[chibimyumi]

Redesign Prompt RESULTS!

Alright, thank you everyone who has voted, the results are now in! Overwhelmingly our winner is Ranmao 🐈!

First of all, I need to insert a few caveats here. Unlike with Victorian fashion, I do not have years and years of studying of Qing dynasty-fashion behind me. So whatever results I show here are the product of a fortnight of reading up and meticulous studying of contemporary photographs. a.k.a. I am merely scraping the surface here. But! I do promise that everything shown here is done to the best of my ability to be responsible as a content provider.

Now without further ado, let us dive into Ranmao’s current design, the blatantly obvious inaccuracies, and how I propose to redes...ign... her outfit while keeping the original intact as much.... as possible????  Heck, this is not even worthy of being called a ‘redesign’, this is straight up designing from scratch!

Hair

Let us start with her bangs. Her bangs are in fact surprisingly accurate, as late Qing dynasty women would wear their bangs in a variety of Bettie bangs trimmed well above the eyebrows. Having sides of the bangs growing longer framing the face was usual too, though they would be cut slightly thicker than Ranmao’s. Though, we don’t know how much hair Ranmao has, so I see no reason to alter it.

Twin braids are very much associated with the “China doll look”, but they seem to have been branded into our image of the “Chinese Girl” because it was the go-to look for unmarried women in Republic China (which is many years later than Ranmao’s time, and also has more surviving images.)

In Ranmao’s time, unmarried girls would either wear the bottom part of their hair down, or have everything tied into a single braid behind them. Girls who preferred a more feminine look would often decorate the sides or the top with flowers or other ornaments depending on their wealth.

Yana’s notes say that the flower in Ranmao’s hair is a Chinese peony, which is also called the Empress of Flowers in Chinese as well as Japanese culture. I could find sources on how the peony was the symbol of the Empress of China, and how one better avoid wearing any type of peonies around the Empress herself for fear of being suspected of disrespect. But I could not find any evidence of such flowers being banned for other people, so presumably it was more an ‘unwritten code of politeness’ rather than fashion law.

Hence, I kept the pink peony design for Ranmao, and decorated them in the way Qing women would have.

Neckline

By far the most interesting thing I learned from this redesign attempt was that the “mandarin collar” - the thing that pops up first in most people’s minds when thinking about Chinese fashion - was in fact not at all common.

In this academic work on Chinese fashion history, Finnane writes that the ‘high collar’ was “not a common feature of costume before the twentieth century.” Instead, most costumes would have had a round neckline.

Finnane, Antonia. Changing Clothes in China : Fashion, History, Nation. New York: Columbia University Press, 2008. p. 93

The ‘high collar’ gained popularity in early 1900s in China after the Europeans brought with them the beauty standard for high collars, as well as slim-fitted silhouettes. The Chinese increasingly adopted this type of collar and the slim silhouette (the well known ‘china dress/qipao/cheongsam’), and the relatively many early photos that survived helped engrave this stereotype into our minds.

Sleeves

I do not think it requires any mention, but 19th century Chinese fashion did not include boleros... For many of the original designs of Ranmao I can sort of see where Yana got that image from, but this bolero-look truly beats me.

The sleeves worn in the late Qing period were relatively wide, though they were starting to slim down over time. Late Qing women enjoyed much more flexible clothing rules than earlier Qing women, and the width of the sleeves was in great part determined by personal preference, season, but mostly one’s wealth.

Needless to say, the larger the sleeves the more fabric and embroidery it would require, and thus more expensive. Also, the wider the more it would get into the wearer’s way.

I don’t know how much thought Yana put into Ranmao’s original design in relation to her function as elite bodyguard, but considering how the original has zero practicality and only serves to maximise Ranmao’s attractiveness, I have no qualms about giving Ranmao fairly large sleeves too. Besides, let us assume that Lau is responsible for providing Ranmao with clothes. Illegal money tends to fill the pockets quite deeply, I don’t think he can’t spare a few pounds for big sleeves.

Wider sleeves would expose much of ‘a lady’s precious skin’, as such a more fitted layer would have been worn underneath. (The sleeves under the wider sleeves obviously did not have to be orange-ish. This was merely coincidence that both my redesign and the visual source have this colour.)

Silhouette

The figure hugging silhouette x Chinese clothes was - as mentioned above - not at all a thing in Ranmao’s time. In fact, the accentuation of the “female curves” was considered very inappropriate if not downright ugly in the Qing dynasty.

Finnane, Antonia. Changing Clothes in China : Fashion, History, Nation. New York: Columbia University Press, 2008. p. 94

Yana’s notes mention that the thing Ranmao wears is just an European corset and that that is the only thing ‘English’ about her attire.

Well... I don’t know where the idea that Victorians wore corsets on the outside comes from, but I myself admittedly was fooled by this a few years ago too... I promise you all now however, Victorians decidedly did not wear their ‘bras’ on the outside. I think even now this look is considered rather ‘questionable’ by most people.

Instead, Qing dynasty clothes were mostly cut wide and straight, loosely dangling around their bodies offering maximum comfort and space. You feared Ranmao killing you in her corset? Now tremble before her now blessed with maximised agility.

Trousers

Well... I considered ‘translating’ Ranmao’s attire to 2020 standard like I did for O!Ciel, but that would not be Tumblr-filter approved. Skirts so short they could be mistaken for a belt are nothing too surprising today, but wearing one with a split that deep is probably a bit too revealing even by today’s standards.

By the late Qing dynasty, men and women, rich and poor alike predominantly wore trousers. Long robes (skirts) were definitely in fashion too, but they were reserved for those who could afford to not have much agility. If you were a farmer, robes would not have been your first option. Perhaps the way long skirts were viewed by the Qing Chinese was not unlike the way we see them now; ‘more classy’ ‘more feminine’ and ‘less convenient’, but not the only way to express femininity.

In these pictures below we can see relatively rich women, married and unmarried alike, all wearing trousers.

Ranmao is predominantly a fighter, and as trousers are plenty feminine in Chinese fashion culture, I don’t see why she would not choose to wear trousers instead of a restricting long skirt. Hence I gave her a pair of trousers.

Shoes

Like I said before, “the shoes are correct...” But the anklets definitely are not!

Golden or silver anklets are something that are worn by very, VERY young children in China. Even to this day it is customary among many Chinese people to gift newborn children at least one piece of pendant, bracelet or anklet, for it is believed to bring the child luck. More practically, this piece of jewellery will become the child’s first piece of property then, which can be sold later SHOULD they ever run into a financially difficult situation.

These anklets or bracelets would not be removed from the child unless they have outgrown them, which happens fairly quick. Ranmao who is probably full grown should have outgrown them at least ten years ago. Hence, seeing these things on Ranmao would probably make it look like she is still wearing diapers or bibs.

Chinese people would likewise not have worn shoes barefoot. Instead, they would have worn cotton socks which were mostly white.

DOUBLE HAMMERS

HERE COME THE WEAPONS! Luckily Yana wrote the following note or I would never have guessed what they are for my knowledge about Chinese weapons is next to nothing.

“These are【SUPER】heavy. They are weapons called 双錘 (double hammers) and they in fact exist. I heard these were used by power-type warriors.”

So, I googled 双錘 and it turns out that the type Ranmao is holding do indeed exist! But... only in fiction and theatre.

The hammers that were used in actual combat were either very thin and long, or short and plump. Such hammers were one of the most primitive metal weapons in China, and quickly fell out of favour among Chinese warriors when more practical weapons such as the metal spear, sword and bows were invented. The hammers mostly retained their value because of their weight in heroic tales and myths about legendary warriors and deities.

I don’t have the full details, but apparently according to some legends or myths, one of such big-ass hammers could deal a force of 200kg, and thus 400kg combined. Regardless of this being realistic or not, it sure does sound very cool! It is therefore no wonder this primitive weapon retains its popularity even today.

Nowadays when these hammers are used, they are either the blown up theatrical versions, or the smaller versions for the sake of preserving martial arts.

I had a bit of a dilemma as to which version to give Ranmao, but in the end I settled with the short and heavy ones because I wanted to keep the idea of this small and innocent looking girl wielding solid metal balls. Two cheer-leading sticks would simply not have the same weight, figuratively and literally.

Alright everyone! Did you enjoy my response to your votes? I hope you did ^^ Non-European fashion history really is not my strong suit, so my deepest apologies if I messed anything up.

Pray tell if I did, I am always happy to learn ^^

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[kaunis-sielu]

A Knight’s Lady: 11

The next morning you wake feeling a little sore but happy, far happier than you thought you’d be. Steve’s still in bed, his body pressed to your back, one of his hands hand found your breast and he’s holding onto it.

“Good morning.” He rumbles pressing a kiss to your shoulder, you love the gentle scratch of his beard against your skin. “How are you feeling?”

“Happy.”

“No pain?”

“A little.”

“I’m sorry,” he says softly kissing your shoulder again.

“I’m not.” You tell him truthfully and he chuckles softly.

“I should get up. I’ve got training to get to.” You whine softly and hold the arm around you tightly to you.

“Two more minutes?” Steve chuckles again,

“Two more minutes. Do you have any plans for this morning?”

“I have some dress fittings.”

“Oh good, no corsets.” He hums and it’s your turn to laugh.

“Only for some. If we have others visiting I need proper clothing.”

“Who do you expect to come?”

“Daisy. I’m sure you met other Duke’s when you were fighting.”

“They won’t come this late in the year, it gets too cold for those southern Dukes. Speaking of which, when you’re getting your dresses made get some more fur lined cloaks, wolf is best.”

“I hate the thought of killing animals just for their fur.” You admit.

“Oh, we don’t. People use the meat and stuff too and if we don’t kill a few each year they’ll over run the land and cause issues.”

“Oh, I feel less guilty then.”

“How is the garden coming along?”

“Okay, there have been a few snags but Victor and Wanda are working them out. I think they’d make a rather lovely couple.”

“Playing matchmaker love?” He teases but you nod.

“Everyone should be so happy.” You mutter before turning to him and pressing your lips to his. He pushes up and covers your body with his as he deepens the kiss but a knock on your door interrupts. Steve growls lowly and you can’t help but laugh.

“What?” He yells not moving from where he’s hovering over you.

“Your Grace please forgive the intrusion but a message has come from the king.”

“Go,” you tell him and he kisses you again, “Steve!” You laugh shoving one shoulder. He gets up with a small grunt and naked, walks to the door and opens it.

“What’s the message.” To his credit Philip doesn’t even blink at Steve’s nakedness.

“Your presence is required at the knighting ceremony. Peter is to be knighted.”

“When?”

“You’ll need to leave tomorrow. He requests only the knights come.”

“So the Duchess stays.”

“Yes, your Grace.”

“How long?”

“A week.” Steve’s head drops back and he groans loudly. “Would you like me to tell the men or would you?”

“I will, I want to leave some behind to protect my wife and the castle.” Your heart warms at this, you’re disappointed you can’t go with, having grown used to his presence over the last month it’s going to be lonely without him. He closes the door and comes back to you, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” You assure him, as he kneels in front of you on the floor.

“Who would you like me to leave?

“Anthony and Clinton, their wives are here and I’d hate for them to have to leave so soon.”

“You’ve got such a good heart, I’m going to leave Bucky too and Strange.”

“No, take Strange with you. You’re going to be out there with werewolves and ice gnomes and ogres and stuff.”

“Ogres don’t come this far north.” He counters, “how about this, I’ll see what his range is and if he can teleport he can come to me at night and be here if you need him during the day.”

“He can teleport?”

“Yes, is that an okay compromise?” You nod then kiss him softly dragging your fingers through his hair. “I need to get to training.”

“I know.” You tell him with a small smile and he chuckles.

“What you do to me wife.” He teases then stands and makes his way to his wardrobe. You get your robe on and call for Wanda to help you prepare for when the seamstress arrives. She arrives with breakfast for you and Steve and while you eat you get ready for the day.

“Remember, dresses without the corset.” Steve says as he watches Wanda lace up the one you need for the dress today.

“I agreed to some Steven.” You chide and Wanda bites back a laugh.

“Did I just get scolded?” He asks with a smirk,

“Yes.”

“Come with me to tell the knights about the trip. I want to spend as much time with you as I can today.”

“Wanda will you come get me when the seamstress is here?”

“Of course your Grace.” She says and you take Steve’s hand and head down to the training fields.

“Late start this morning your Grace?” Bucky teases and Steve laughs,

“I can still waste you late start or not.” Steve calls back causing the other men to laugh. “Men gather round.” They pause in their training and come over, “we have been summoned to the palace by the King for a knighting ceremony. Just knights and Peter who has well deserved the honor of being knighted.” There’s a cheer and Peter’s cheeks pink at the attention. “I’ve decided to leave three of you behind to guard the castle, and the Duchess, Buck, Anthony and Clinton. Should anything happen Bucky you’re in charge.” The three men nod, none of them looking particularly upset about having to stay behind which is a relief. “We leave at first light tomorrow. Dismissed.”

The men disperse except for Bucky, “A word your Grace.” Bucky says and Steve nods before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’ll see you for lunch Rosa.” He says and you head back inside.

“Your Grace, the seamstress is here.”

“Perfect timing,” you tell her and follow her back to your room where the seamstress has set up.

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[smutsonian]

your king ii

Pairing: King!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: No matter how much the king says you’re safe with him, you’ll never believe him. You won’t believe someone like him.

Warning/s: little angst, violence, asshole steve, some weird shit you’ll probably question, mentions of noncon, fires, not proofread so sorry for the headaches to come

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: so i made this thing a series? hopefully i come thru and complete this one kskskksks

chapter i

He kept his promise and gave you a hot bath. Although, he didn’t stay for long. He watched you as you got into the steaming water and you saw how his jaw clenched as well as his fists before leaving you all on your own. 

You scrubbed every inch as hard as you could. The pain between your thighs was forgotten once your skin burned at the way you scrubbed your skin. You would’ve never stopped if it weren’t for the man who caught your attention.

“Are you planning on scrubbing your skin until you’re nothing but pieces of bones?” He snickered at you when you glared at him. He showed the huge robe on his hands to you before giving you a genuine smile. Something you didn't know you would get from any of the evil king’s men. 

“I ain’t here to hurt you, my lady. I just thought you would want something to dry yourself up with and keep you warm.” He tilted his head at you as you continued to glare at the unknown man. He shook his head as he grinned at you. “Or maybe you don’t want it? No worries. I can just go back and leave you be…” He turned around and started walking away.

“Wait!” You quickly went out of the tub before running towards the man, forgetting about your nudity and eyes widening when the man turned around with a smirk before it fell when he saw that you were in front of him.

“Hells!” He quickly raised the robe towards you to block your body away from his sight as he closed his eyes as well. You were shocked at how this man was acting compared to the king and his other men. You quickly snatched the robe from him and wrapped it around yourself before coughing awkwardly.

He opened one eye before looking at you and breathing out a sigh of relief. “You’re one of the king’s men, are you not?” You asked him, trying to sound fearless but knowing that it was no use. You could never fight anyone even if you wanted to.

He nodded before cracking up another smile. “Yes. Do I not look like one? Do I look like a king myself?” He wiggles his eyebrows and you couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. You stopped laughing when you saw him looking at you with bright eyes. “No… You just act differently… More kind.” You mumbled while you looked at your toes on the ground.

“Well, I am flattered. My name is Sam, by the way.” He smiled at you when you looked back up at him. “I’m Y/N,” you whispered. “I know. Now, let’s go find you some more clothing.” He motioned for you to follow him and you did, instantly trusting the man named Sam. 

Instead of the usual corsets, silk dresses, and thick fur, you were given a plain cotton top and a pair of breeches that were a little too loose for you.  You were also given a pair of old dusty boots. They could’ve given you your own clothes but they didn’t. Sam said that he was ordered to give you those clothes. You were sure that the king wanted you to know that you’re below him and he’s way above you. 

You stared out the window, glaring at the flag with the symbol of a shield with a star in the middle that was attached to one of the wagons. He killed everyone you knew. He killed your parents in front of you before he took you out to the snow and forced himself on you like you were nothing but a body to pleasure him. He made empty promises, assured you that you were safe with him but you felt nothing but fear and hatred. He’s a cruel man. Heartless. He killed your family and he’ll do the same to you. He’ll get tired of you eventually and you’ll meet the same faith as your family and friends.

Hatred. You’re filled with it. You tried to remember your mother’s words about hatred. Hate will bring nothing but war. It will bring nothing but pain. She always told you that you should never let your hatred grow because it will turn into something dangerous. She always reminded you that hatred will only bring bad fortune to everyone around you and yourself. You tried to remember her words. You tried to listen to it but you were blinded by hatred. You hate the man who killed your parents. The man who killed your people. The man who smiles at how he makes people suffer.

Your inner battle with yourself was cut short when the flag you’ve been glaring at ignited before it turned into crisps and ashes. The horse that was tied to the front of the wagon jumped and let out a fearful neigh. You gasped in shock before stepping away from the window. “What was that?” You whispered to yourself before jumping in the air when a knock came from the door. 

Sam’s head poked out at the gap between the door before smiling at you. “It doesn’t look too bad on you. In my opinion, I think it suits you.” He walks over to you before taking hold of your chin and tilting your head from left to right. “Your face is more prominent with your hair up. I can see why they named you the beauteous princess.”

“Beauteous? Who said that?” You look at him with a questioning look but he only grinned at you before shaking his head and telling you to follow him out the small chamber bedroom.

King Steve entered the late king’s chamber with a frown as James did his best to keep up with the king. Steve sat down on the mattress that was covered with expensive furs. 

“What have you done?” James’ voice was filled with worry when he asked. “Did you hurt the woman?” He continued. “Did you burn—” He was cut off by the loud and booming voice of the king. “Nothing happened! That bitch is perfectly fine. Unharmed. Why do you care so much, James? She deserves to die for everything she’s done!” Steve stands up from the bed before walking towards his best mate. 

“She needs to die for what she’s done—” Steve repeats but James cuts him off.

“She hasn't done anything!” James exclaims. 

“Yet!” Steve bellows. “The gods do not lie, James. We need not to wait until the visions come true.” Steve’s voice becomes softer yet still broken.

“And the gods told you everything you know? Did they talk to you directly? You must not believe everything that the witch tells you. You can’t trust her!” James’ face scrunches in frustration as Steve shakes his head in disagreement.

“Wanda is known for her clever words. The witch is known for her counsel to work. She said that the dreams that I’ve been having are real. It means that it will happen, James.” Steve explains with passion.

“But she also said something about your dreams not being complete. You can’t just kill the princess because of some nightmare you keep having.” James points out. “But, hell! You killed her family! And for what?! For a series of dreams that keep you up at night?” James lets out a dry laugh which Steve didn’t find hilarious at all.

“I am still your king, James. You should treat me as such and show me respect if you don’t want to be among those who are lying dead in their own blood.” Steve gives James a pointed look before chuckling to himself.

“And we both know that those people are not her true family.” He snarks before walking over to the door. “Now, move along unless you want to burn with everything and everyone in this pitiful town. We’ll start burning everything down.” He gives him another dark look before leaving the chamber.

Sam brought you to the same wagon you were watching from the window earlier. You were laid down on the wood while Sam was riding the horse. You stared at the empty thin pole that used to have the flag. You looked away from the pole and turned towards Sam. “Where is he?” You asked. He looked at you with a questioning look and you scoffed quietly before adding. “The man who murdered my people. Where is your king?” You say through gritted teeth.

Sam sighed before stopping the wagon and turning his full attention on you. “He told me to bring you to the castle. He’ll be with you tomorrow morning.” You don’t say anything so he says something else.

“He’s not the monster you think he is, you know…” Sam mumbles and you look at him with wide eyes, surprised with what he just said. 

“He just killed every single one of my family in front of me before taking me on the cold snow like a horny rabbit. If that’s not a work of a monster to you then I don’t know what is!” You hissed at him, controlling your anger by laying on your back again and closing your eyes. 

“He did what to you…?” Was the last thing you heard from Sam before the wagon started moving again, rocking you into a deep slumber.

The screams of a woman woke you up and the view that you found when you opened your eyes was new to you yet feels so familiar. Like you’ve been here before. 

It was a small wooden cabin. 

The screams of the woman continued as the cabin started to catch on fire. The screams of the woman were soon joined with cries of a baby. Your eyes widened and you tried to move to give help but you were frozen in place. It’s like you have no control over your body. 

The cries of the baby got louder while the woman’s screams started to falter and you felt your heart break as the feeling of sadness washes over you. 

You do your best to move, trying to wiggle your fingers on your toes and your hands. Forcing whatever it is that’s making you stuck away from your body. Your muscles started to come back to life and you’re able to move your hands and soon, all of your muscles. 

You stumbled and ran as fast as you can towards the burning cabin. The door opens and you see two figures, one was holding something in their arms. You ran faster towards the blazing fire as the two figures started to disappear. 

When you finally reached the cabin, you reached for the door, not feeling the hotness of the knob as you pushed the door open.

Flames and smoke blared out of the door, enveloping your form and swallowing you whole. The feeling of burn and pain that you should be feeling was absent but when you found two purple orbs staring back at you through the fire, a wave of pain clutches your heart and suddenly, you can no longer breathe.

Your eyes flew open and you started to cough for air. You covered your mouth with the sleeves of your cotton top and coughed into it until your breathing was back to normal. 

“You okay back there?” Sam’s voice catches you and you turn towards him who was looking back at you with a worried look. 

You nod your head once before looking back at the sleeves of your shirt. The edges were black and torn as if it was burned with fire. You took a deep breath before tearing the burnt part of your sleeves up and throwing out of the wagon.

 What was that just now?

What just happened?

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[anne-white-star]

Brian may x reader : finding real love

Notes: reader is a dress maker for people of high status in London she even makes dresses for queen Victoria herself. one day brian may and his fiance come in to get her a dress for a upcoming ball. Unfortanetly brian isnt in a very loving relationship with his soon to be wife for she's very controling and some times straight up mean and abusive. They are in an aranged mariage. Reader and brian fall in love.       

(Late) Victorian au (1880s no exact year). Catherine Green is a random name i chose for the wife. I hope you guys enjoy reading.

Warnings : a bit of angst abuse

Words : 2829

Late victorian era, London

In the center of London was a small shop but not just any shop, it was a dress shop called y/l/n Splendour Dress and co.

It wasn't a verry big establisment but it was really special, for even queen victoria herself had comissioned dresses here, only the people of high sosity could afort these dresses.

A carriage pulled up infront of the shop, a few seconds later the bell went of to sigal someone has entered, a man and a woman walked in.

The man was pretty tall and had dark curly hair he also wore a suit (he doesn't wear a hat) the man was very handsome. The woman had blond hair and wore a elegant hat her green eyes were fierce and angry while the man his eyes were hazel and kind.

A woman came from the back about (your age) and stood behind the counter "good afternoon sir and madam how can i help you?"

"I would Like to comission a dress for my fiance"

"Alright any thing spesific, a tea gown, an walking suit, or a day dress

The woman cut her off with an angry tone "no nothing like that im here to comission a ball gown"

"Now calm down Catherine, im verry sorry about that"

"Oh don't worry its alright sir"

"May Brian may and Catherine Green"

"Ah alright mr may and missed Green" please do follow me so that i can sketch some ideas out and so that we could chose the fabric"

"Lead the way madam"

They came across an other woman in the hall "Oh Alice could you perhaps boil some water so that we can have some tea?"

"Yes of course y/n it be ready in a few"

"Thank you after you are done you can take a break" they walked further and came to a room "please do sit down , first we can chose the fabric then we can sketch a design"

"I want my dress to be red and black they are my favorite colors" she smirked

"My darling are you sure of that i mean its a ball after al you it would be beter if - " Brian was caught of

"No absolutly not i want my dress to be red and black" she folded her arms

"Alright darling as you wish"

"I want the black fabric to be made of embroyderd silk and the red fabric made of cotton."

"With or without a train madam"

"Without"

"alright, anything els?"

"Yes i want black lace on the sleeves and red little bows made of silk there as wel"

"Alright madam, is it good that we decide up on a design of the dress now?"

"Yes go ahead"

"About the bodice and the sleeves what lengt would you like them?"

"Im sorry to interupt but here is the tea"

"Ah thank you Alice, you may go take a break now" Alice walked out the room again and closed the door "where were we? Ah yes the bodice and sleeves"

"I want the sleeves at elbow lenght and the bodice low so that it shows off my figure"

"Ah Alright, what about the skirt?"

"I want the under skirt to be a flounced underskirt and the under side of the dress to be made of the red fabric with silk ribons, at the front of the dress i want black lace going down. And the over skirt i want that to be the same fabric as the bodice."

"Alright madam" y/n looked at the sketch in front of her "is this what you have in mind?"

"Yes a hundred precent "

"Alright madam i wil ask my employees to look for the fabrics we would need"

Mr may who had been listening and drinking his tea the whole time spoke up "how long will it take to make?"

About 3 months sir if everything goes as planned"

"Wonderfull you hear that darling"

"Oh yes fantastic, make sure the dress is done by then because in 3 months there will be a ball at Buckingham palace and i want to look absolutly perfect"

"Yes of course miss we will try to get it finished by then"

"Good, thil next time" Catherine stood up And walked out the room

Brian did as well and held out his hand to y/n "Thank you so mutch for your time miss y/n, please you must excuse my fiance for being so rude"

"Its alright mr may no problem at al, tell me is your relationship a aranged one?"

"Unfortanetly yes, within a year we are to get Married unless i find somone i love"

"I hope you find the right person mr may"

"I hope so to, again thank you very mutch" he grabed y/n her hand and kissed it

"My plesure mr may, i hope you have a wonderfull afternoon"

"May we meet again" he smiled and

walked out the room

*little time skip*

Y/n was looking For the fabrics she Would need " Um Alice do you have any idea where the black embroyderd silk is?"

"Yes its on the top shelf next to the purple silks "

"Thanks, oh could you grab te maroon/red coton and a flounced underskirt/petticoat as wel"

"Yeah sure who is this oder for?"

"For miss Catherine Green"

"Oh i reconise her she has come in a few times to comission dresses her sizes are noted in our book, she's truly terrible she had 3 husbands already and now she's going to get Married to that poor sir may"

"Yeah i don't think they are a good couple eiter, both are from high socity what is sir may his feeld?"

"Hes an astrophysicist of the royal court of queen victoria"

"Oh wow so hes one of the highest in that feeld how extraordinary"

"Hes smart and not looking bad eiter"

"Yeah , i really feel sorry for him.... we need to get started the dress needs to be done in 3 months"

"Are you going to the ball to y/n?"

"I don't know i mean"

"You are also of high status because you make dresses for her royal highness, you deserve to go"

"You think so?"

"I know so, but first lets get started with making misses Green her dress first"

"Alright"

*time skip to 3 months later because im lazy*

The day for the fitting came y/n and Alice hoped everything went as planned.

"Good morning sir may and miss Green"

"Good morning miss y/l/n" he took her hand and kissed it

Miss green sighed "Is my dress ready?"

"Yes its ready please do follow me to the fitting room"

"I know where it is"

"Alright miss, i'll be there in a minute"

Mr may stood next to y/n "Im so sorry about the way she acts i talked with her about it but she won't lissen"

"Its fine mr may"

"Please call me Brian its my name after all"

"Alright wel then you can call me y/n.... tell me do you love her?"

"Who? Catherine? If i could be honest with you y/n then no absolutly not"

"Are you considering breaking off the arrangement?"

"If i find the right person then yes of course"

"I really hope you do you deserve better brian"

"Thanks you y/n"

"Y/n?" Came the voice of Alice

"Yes comming!, follow me brian" both of them walked in to the fitting room "miss Green how does it fit?"

"I want the corset to be tighter"

Y/n walked behind the curtains"Are you sure miss it already looks tight enough"

"No i want it tighter"

"As you wish miss" y/n undid the lace of the corset and tugged as hard as she could "i hope this is better"

"Perfect now is Brian here?"

"Yes"

"Good, oh Brian dear what do you think" Catherine stept from behind the curtain snowing her ball gown

"what do you think?"

"I think it fits you perfectly dear"

"I take it" she went back behind the curtain to get changed again

"How mutch does it cost?"

"About a 150 pounds"

Brian grabed his wallet and drew the right amount "here you go"

"Thank you" y/n stuffed the money in her apron.

"Will you also go to the ball?"

"I would love to but unfortanetly i have work there are many dresses that have to be made"

"I can take over for you with Mary, y/n" said Alice as she was sewing some beads on to a evening coat

"Alright i will try and see, when is it?"

"About 2 weeks from now"

"I will try to make it" she smiled softly

Brian grabed her hand softly and kissed it "thill then my lady"

"Thill then"

*skip to the day of the ball*

"Have you decided what to wear?"

"No, i simply din't have the time to make anything" she sat down and sadly siged

"Oh cheer up, wait i remember something, we have some dresses that wern't colected mabey there is something in there for you"

"oh yeah thats true lets look" she stood up And walked in to the far back where a closet stood with the said dresses, she opend it up And looked at them , "i don't remember making these"

"I think your parents had been working on these last year they are pretty mutch still up to date"

"For who were these?"

"If i remember corectly these were ment for a baroness, but she and her

husband got killed before they could collect them"

"These are absolutly wonderfull "

"It should be about your size lets fit them"

So y/n did that and grabed al the dresses and tried them on, everything was exactly her size

She decided to go with dress number (insert number here) "i see that some things got lose we still have time"

Yes we do now come on we need to prepare"

About a few hours later the dress has been looked at, Alice had put y/n her hair up in a fancy evening style and added some hair accessoires.

"so how do i look?"

"Like a real princes oh before you forget these come with the dress" she held out a box y/n opend it inside were a pair of earings a necklace and tiara and a fancy hand fan

"Oh these are wonderfull" she put the necklace around her neck and put the earings in

"These were also met for the baroness" Alice placed the tiara on her head "you have to leave now a carriage is waiting"

"Alright, are you sure you can manage?"

"Don't worry to mutch it be alright me and Mary can manage just fine

"Alright" y/n put her evening coat on and picked up the train of her dress "its going to be late"

"I know dear now go and have a lovely evening"

"I will thank you for the help"y/n walked out of the back door trought the garden out of the gate, she climed in the cariage and sat down. The cariage went on its way to the palace. About 30 minuts later she arived and stept out die left her coat in the carriage. Y/n walked inside the palace up to the grand staircase to the ball room.

Music could already be heared when she walked up the staircase and once she arived the music was mutch louder.

Once y/n stept in to the ballroom a lot of people looked at her wondering who this beautyfull woman was dressed in fine fabrics and jewels.

"Miss y/l/n is that you oh how wonderfull to see you here you look extraordinary"

Y/n turned around at the mention of her name "sir Mercury its so great to see you, wearing my wonderfull suit i see" she smiled

"Oh yes its absolutly wonderfull my dear " he kissed her on the cheek "tell me why are you here?"

"Wel sir may had invited me to come along"

"Ah i see, if i remember corectly he was talking with sir taylor near the table overthere"

"Thank you"

"I have to go now my dear sir deacon needs my assistance"

Y/n smiled at him and walked to the table where sir may was indeed talking to sir taylor. Next to sir may stood miss Green, the was clinging to his arm. He looked a bit anoyed. "Sir may"

brian turned around "ah miss y/l/n so great to see you" he shook off Catherine and walked to her and softly grabed her hand "sir taylor this is y/n y/l/n the seamstress, she makes fabouls dresses, coats, shoes and suits"

"Nice to meet you miss" he said in a flirting tone, sir taylor grabed her gloved hand and put a kiss on it

"Like wise sir taylor" she smiled softly and put her hand to the side. Y/n could feel somone glaring at her when she turned around and came face to face with Catherine. " Is everything alright miss Green? "

"Yes everything is perfectly fine miss y/l/n" she said with an snarky tone.

Y/n looked down at the ground, sir taylor ofered her his hand "would you like to dance miss"

She looked up "Of course" she grabed his hand and they both walked on to the ball room floor

"You know i don't like her either"

"Who?"

"Miss green, sir may deserves better" said Roger while they both danced across the floor.

"Yes he does, they arnt the perfect fit for echoter Brian deserves somone who's kind"

"Someone like you"

"Why me?"

"The way you carry yourself very eligant yet kind and soft spoken, he really deserves you miss y/l/n". As the dance ended they both bowed to echoter and walked to the side where Brian stood alone drinking his wine

"Brian, you should dance with miss y/l/n I bet she will Enjoy your company while i go looking For my fiance"

"Alright Roger thank you," Brian held his arm out "care to dance?"

"Yes of course" she smiled and they both walked on to the ball room floor again. When they were done with the dance they walked to the doors "brian can we please go outside for a bit i need to talk to you"

"Yes of course" they walked in to the garden and dat down on a bench

"Look its probably not my place but you really should break of the arrangement Brian"

"Why?"

"She really doesn't deserve you brian she doesn't love you she will make you feel misereble"

"You are right but i can't break it off unles i found somone ells"

"Wel i know somone who would love you for ever and always"

"Who would that be?" He looked at her with a questionble look on his face

"What about me? Do you think we would be a good fit?"

"Perhaps if its really what you want"

"Im asking you brian, its important that you find somone who will help with continuing the family line"

"Yeah you are right" he sighed and put his face in his hands, his shoulders started to shake as he softly cried while you sat beside him

"Brian i really want to help you trough this"

"Y/n Im torn between an arrangement and real love" he looked up at her while the tears runed down his cheeks.

She softly whiped the tears away with her gloved hand and then placed it on his cheek "you have two choices Brian follow your heart"

"I choose real love" he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips "i love you y/n y/l/n"

"BRIAN WHAT IS THIS!!??" They both turned around to an angry Catherine running at them, they both stood up And Brian stood in between y/n and Catherine.

"Im breaking off the arrangement"

"You can't do that you have no right"

"I do because i am the hire of the family titel and you are not this is oficialy over"

She looked from Brian to y/n " You did this you took him from me!"

"No she din't i simply took love instead of money thats all"

"You know what i never ever wanted to be yours Anyway you are not good enough for me i don't know what my father saw in you" she walked away with a big huff

"Im so sorry about that"

"Its alright im not blaming you"

"I ment what i said, i really love you" he huged her close and gave her a kiss on the forehead

"I love you to"

They both went back inside to tell sir Mercury, taylor and deacon the good news about their arangement

Brian and y/n found love in eatch other and lived a long and happy life together

The end

I hope you guys enjoyed reading please let me know what you think 😊 I put a lot of time and efort in to this plus a lot of late nights so please concider rebloging if you like the story

Have a Nice day everyone♥️

Greatings from Anne

#brian may x reader #victorian era #victorian au #Brian may #name insert #x reader #au #queen #y/n #tw abuse #female reader #brian may x female reader

[theonetheycallhannah]

The Shape of Her

My first ever one shot for all my lovely Cavillry babes! (I’ve recently edited it to make the actual title the title of the post. It’s the same fic formerly under “New One Shot for the Cavillry.”)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC that is totally not me, the author (except that it is, and I just took out my name so nobody felt weird about it!)

Word count: 2053

Warnings: Rimming and oral (f receiving), slightly rough sex, but not like, violent, language, almost orgasm denial but like, not really, very thirsty OFC and a very hungry Henry, mentions of unemployment, panties are heavily featured…I clearly have no idea what might trigger some people, but if you have concerns, ask me. It’s really just smutty smut for the sake of smut.

A/N: This was unsolicited, but I felt that curvy girls were lacking some representation in the fic community in general, so here is Henry worshipping a thicc queen. (Also, the undies in the fic are from Torrid and amazingly comfy, and the fact that I felt super sexy in them also helped inspire this one shot. I hope y’all enjoy.) Also, it’s not Beta’d. I just did my own triple check for glaring errors. Here’s hoping it’s not untenable gibberish. Lol!

Tags (no one requested tags, but I’m tagging the Cavillry babes I can think of, and if you want me to tag you in future work, just let me know. I don’t want to spam anyone): @littlefreya because she convinced me this was necessary, lol! Also @fishcustardandclintbarton @geralt-of-baevia @princess-of-riviaa @geekycanuck @lareinedususpense @radaofrivia @nothingdear @lunedelorient @sunflowersstan @captainbigdy @laketaj24 

She liked to air dry on the bed in just her panties. Scroll her phone, see what was new. When she had time, of course. And lately, she’s had no shortage of time. Henry felt for her. Being between jobs could be scary. But he knew great things were out there for his woman. But the air drying. She did this after every leisurely shower. She made a little nest of pillows and draped herself gracefully over it.

With one hand, she diffused her hair, still damp from the shower. He didn’t know what she was looking at on her phone, nor did he care. His eyes had fallen heavy and hard on her backside. He thought this part of her such a wonder. It was strong, round, and large, and it tapered down to her thick thighs. This morning, she had chosen to wear a fairly unassuming pair of briefs. Unassuming, he thought, only if one had never touched them, or seen them up close. Like he had. He’d even helped her pick them out in the shop. He knew that the silky fabric would look stunning on her.

He was right. The slate grey sheen of the fabric covering her ass caught the pure morning light filtering in through the window. With his eyes he followed the narrow lace bands around her thighs right under her ass. He started then at the wider lace band around her waist --yes, waist, not hips-- and was stopped in his tracks in the center of her back. He’d missed entirely, or perhaps he’d forgotten, that little v-shaped corset cutout just below the waist band.

This could no longer be a mission of observation it must become a more exploratory, manual endeavor. He tiptoed toward her, not wanting to startle her before it was time, or for her to turn over before he’d had his fun.

“Mornin’ Hank.” She said sweetly over her shoulder with a smile. She didn’t flip to her front. Good.

“Good morning, love! Sleep well? Nice shower?” He queried as he maneuvered himself between her legs. Just sitting, but with one leg thrown over the back of one of her thighs. He started working her calves which were always tight. He loved her shapely legs, though. He loved every curve of her.

“What are you doing?” She demanded with a slight start.

“I have to get the tension out while the muscle is still warm. You should know that, teach!” He loved teasing her like this for being clever. He loved calling her the teacher in the bedroom, even if he was the more experienced lover.

He increased the pressure as he went, but wanted to go further.

“Have any lotion handy?” He asked. She did, and she handed it right to him. He put a bit of the amber and vanilla-scented cream on his hands, worked it up until it was warm, and then started again. She was moaning now. That was always his goal. Then he switched legs, applying more warmed lotion and going as deep as he dared.

“Henry, I’m not gonna be able to walk when you’re done.”

“Well, I was gonna make that threat, but you’ve saved me the trouble.” He said as he turned around and playfully snapped her waistband making her jump and arch her gorgeous ass up into it.

“Mmmm, you bad man! How did I know from the moment I met you that you only wanted me for my body?” She teased.

“Because of the way I unwrapped and devoured you whole with my lecherous gaze, no doubt. You’re actually the first girl I’ve ever taken into a side room and fooled around with at an event.” He reminisced as he kissed her back, across her shoulders and down her spine until he got to that cutout.

“Fine then,” she said, mock surrender in her voice. “Take what you will. Have your spoils.”she hitched her hips up and put a pillow under them so he could explore every inch of her ass.

He relished the sensory experience of simply running his hands over the silky fabric covering her firm rump. He ran his nails over it, causing her to shiver. He ran his lips over it too, unable to resist that curiosity.

“Henry, I’m dying here!” She moaned.

“And you’re killing me with these knickers, we all have our problems.”

He ran a hand down between her legs to tease her sex. She ground her hips into it, needing the friction. He’d give her friction.

He slid the panties aside, and started circling her clit at first, then he penetrated her one finger at a time. She was so wet already. Drenched for him. This got him so hard. He didn’t want to wait to fuck her. A part of him really and truly wanted to skip her gratification and just plow directly into her getting his own rocks off. Spill himself messily all over her pussy, ass, and those gorgeous panties.

But he restrained himself. He wanted to make her come. Wanted to delay his gratification to hear and see her come apart under his touch. He kept working her, listening and feeling for her reactions. She was moaning into her pillow. And he could feel the tension building inside her. He thought one more element would send her over. He hadn’t used his tongue yet. And he had the perfect place for it. He kissed along her more exposed ass cheek until he got to her opening. He’d wanted to do this for so long. And now he finally was. He ran his tongue all around her tight hole. Experimenting with strokes, textures, and pressures. He got the tip in just a bit once, considering it progress. And she was breathing infinitely heavier, about to reach her pinnacle.

When she did, she lost all control of her limbs and her body. She said nonsense. He adored it. But he’d have time to adore her later. Right now he was about to burst and the sight of her cunt trembling and dripping was too much for his cock to resist. He thrust into her slowly at first so he could feel every spasm of her waning orgasm around him. She always squeezed him in all the right places, but he couldn’t recall entering her so quickly after making her come. Why hadn’t he done this before?

His thrusts were hard and they got faster as he chased his pleasure. He appreciated anew the fabric covering her ass. It made her feel almost as delicious on the outside as she did on the inside. He growled as he got closer.

“Where you want me to finish, baby girl?” He asked, as he tended to do.

“Don’t you fucking think about pulling out, Cavill. I want your hot come inside me.” Her filth sent him to new levels of lust and he went harder and faster. This was one of the many things he loved about her body. He knew it was sturdy enough for the unbridled pounding he could give without bruising or pain. She could take him at his most violent without harm or even complaint.

“I’m gonna come again. Henry. Oh fuck!” And when her body began to contract and contort again, it was all Henry needed to tip him into his own oblivion. His release was hot, fast, and glorious inside his goddess. He fell over the top of her still moving his hips, relishing the feel of her panties against his sensitive hips and pelvis. It was heavenly.

Their breathing was rapid, but slowing in tandem with one another.

“Fuck me!” She exclaimed.

“Isn’t that what I just did?” He teased bitting her ear and inciting a giggle.

“Oh you certainly did, sir. Most thoroughly.” She turned as much as she could with him pinning most of her body to the bed, reaching enough of him to pull on his hair. “Kiss me, you villain.”

He obliged, roughly, as she liked. A full mouthed kiss with plenty of tongue. He loved these hungry, wild kisses, too. He broke apart from her just long enough to flip her onto her back and prop her up with some pillows. He wanted her to be comfortable for what came next. Now that both of their thirsts were sated for a while, he could take his time in pleasuring her and not be bothered by his own need…at least not immediately.

“God, if I had my way, you’d never be fully clothed, do you know that?” She blushed furiously whenever he mentioned how sexy she was to him. He knew she’d never felt so and had rarely been told so. And certainly few had ever shown their appreciation for her voluptuous beauty. He’d show her at every turn. Her body begged to be touched. It was so soft and succulent.

He descended her body slowly and thoroughly, not missing the best bits of real estate, like her neck, clavicle, and her nipples, and further down where he found her hips. She loved to be teased here. And he did so. Over her panties that were rapidly becoming his new favorite article of her clothing. He worked his mouth over the layer of fabric for a few moments. Teased her mound with nips and hot breath.

“Henryyyyy!” She squirmed under him and grabbed a handful of his hair. He looked up to find her breathless and staring at the ceiling instead of him. That wouldn’t do.

He slid her panties all the way off, a bittersweet moment. He loved that they were soaked with her arousal and his seed. It got him half hard again, but he had other things to do.

He spread her legs wide and parted her lips. She was still drenched with arousal and his come. Good. He placed one feather light kiss right over her clit and she bucked. Her body was so responsive to his touch.

“Oh, I like that honey. What does this do for you?” And he latched his mouth to her flesh to lay mercilessly soft flicks over her bead. She couldn’t seem to form words, just sounds. But they were pleased sounds, so Henry continued. He descended, sliding the back of his tongue down to her entrance where he thrust into her gently and began undulating and moaning. Their combined flavors made him yearn. He couldn’t figure out why. But he loved tasting himself on her body. Especially here where her own flavor was most potent.

He added his saliva to the mixture there, and then brought his hand in. He slid two fingers into her, stirring her up and pressing firmly against her g-spot. As he worked his hand in her, he worked his mouth over her again, and he felt her losing control and heard her pleading for him not to stop. But she was still looking away from him.

He paused. And she cried out!

“No!” She looked at him, on the verge of tears.

“I won’t do it. Unless you look at me. Watch me, kitten. Look into my eyes while I make you come.”

“Argh, do it! Do it! I’ll never take my eyes off you again as long as you just don’t stop!”

He continued. Fingering her. Devouring her. Watching her. Watching her watch him. He moaned into her body. Growled. Like the hungry beast that he was.

She bucked and writhed and seized as he finished her. He loved being able to give her this. This unfiltered raw pleasure. He crawled up next to her, wanting only to lie next to her as she came down in the afterglow. But she took his face in her hand and brought him to her for a slow, languid, breathtaking kiss. He loved that she didn’t care about the state of his face. Apparently, the wetness there comprised of his semen, sweat, and saliva, paired with her sex was collectively her favorite flavor.

“How is it that after all this time together, you still shock me, Mr. Cavill?” She said in breathless wonder. She flattered him.

“Darling, we’ve barely scratched the surface of the pleasure I can give you.”

And with that promise, he buried her in the pillows behind her as she squealed and giggled with delight.

#cavillry #henry cavill #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill smut

[gh0stfacesho3]

could i get a medieval AU where Mirio Togata is a highly respected knight who falls in love with a poor and neglected prostitute who was forced to become a sex worker to care of her 2 younger brothers? you can decide how they meet and put whatever details. Also pls add smut at the end!^^

Ouuuuuuu wow I love this ☺️ thank you so much for this I love the variety of characters I’m getting !!! Also I made Eri the princess that Mirio protects for this plot bc it just makes sense. 

Shining Armor

Pairing: Mirio Togata x (F)Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, praise kink

Word Count: +5.7k words

Mirio stood closely to the princess, watching guard as she looked at a street market, amazed by all the crystals and rocks that were on the table. 

“Sir Mirio, may I get this one?” The young Princess asked as she tugged at Mirio’s finger, pointing to a crystal necklace. He turned his attention to her and smiled. 

“Of course, Princess! You can have anything you’d like, and I told you that you can just call me Mirio.” The knight chuckled as he pulled some gold coins from his satchel.

“The Princess can take it free of charge!” The old women said, handing the necklace to Eri who refused it. 

“She won’t take it unless it’s paid for.” Mirio smiled, handing her extra coins. “For your generousity, I’ll pay you extra.” The blond smiled, taking the necklace and placing it around Eri’s neck. She did a spin and smiled, making the old lady tear up.  

“I’m so glad we have such a beautiful and cheerful princess in our kingdom now.” Another old witch popped in, holding a staff to keep herself up.

Mirio nodded, remembering the day he helped save her. That is exactly how he became so respected, being he risked his life to save this princess from a very evil dragon king. This kingdom was accepting of all nature and races. You could be a witch, troll, giant, dwarf, half human and half of anything else and you’d still be excepted with open arms into the Ultra Kingdom. So, when Mirio was almost killed by the dragon king, he was able to strike the last blow, pushing his sword through the eye of the dragon king. Thanks to all the witches in Ultra, he was able to be saved and have all his injuries healed for the most part. Being his injuries were very sever, they took Mirio off the front lines and now have him as the sole protector of the new princess. 

“Mirio!! Look, they have sweets!” Eri said, dragging Mirio towards another booth. It’s been about three month’s since he saved Eri, and it always made him tear up to see her so happy now. 

“Sir Knight Mirio! Please take these pastries! You’ve fought so hard for us and protect our sunshine! We don’t know what we would do without you and Princess Eri.” The baker said kneeling down, holding a basket for him. 

“Why than-” Mirio started to take the basket but was stopped by Eri. She put a stack of gold coins on the table before nodding with a smile. 

“I wanted snacks anyways!” The young one said with a smile before skipping off. He grabbed the basket and thanked the man before quickly going after Eri. Mirio noticed she was playing around with two boys close to her age. 

“Hi! I’m Knight Axel Y/L/N! I shall protect you princess!” The youngest of the two boys yelled, holding out a stick to the air. Mirio watched with a grin as the three made a scene in the street. 

“Not for long! I am an evil knight from the All for One Kingdom! I will take the princess for my kingdom!” The oldest yelled as he held a stick that had blue paint on it. This was one of the knight’s named Dabi from the All for One Kingdom which was known for their harsh ways but after the attack to the dragon king, they’ve been a lot more friendly to Ultra Kingdom. Also, recently a new rule was added where to not talk about what happened with her. Eri loved playing with kids but some kids would re-create the scene saying they were the dragon king but it sparked such bad memories for her that it’s a rule for them to not speak of it. 

“Knight Axel! Protect me from that nasty knight!” Eri yelled as she stuck her tongue out at the boy. The two boys stared fighting with their sword’s and Mirio was very shocked to see that they both fought very well with their fake swords. Mirio walked over to the two and clapped when he saw the youngest push the oldest to the ground and held his fake sword to his throat. 

“Very good form you two!” Mirio said with a smiled, making the two boys stand to attention before they bowed. Eri quickly found her way back to Mirio’s side, sneaking around in the basket’s of goodies before handing them to the boys who smiled brightly. 

“There you are! Hey! You two didn’t steal these did you?” You asked as you walked over to your younger brothers. 

“No! Princess gave them to us!” Axel said as he held it tight to his chest.

“Princess?”You asked as you looked at the little girl. You quickly knelt down and bowed your head.

“I’m sorry if these knuckle heads I call my brothers bothered you, Princess.” You apologized with a smile and a chuckle. She shook her head and smiled back. 

“Nope! We were just playing. Can we play more often please please please!!” Eri begged Mirio, tugging on his arm, making his armor clink and rattle. 

“If that is okay with you miss?” He asked, making you look up at him. Once you made eye contact you almost gasped being it was Knight Mirio. You’ve heard of his adventures but what’s more commonly talked about with females is his looks. God, where the rumors true. You bowed your head again before getting up and holding your thin cloak over your body. 

“I don’t know. I’d love for them to but I wouldn’t want the Princess to get dirty or see where we live. We aren’t well off.” You spoke to him once you stood up, careful for Eri not to hear. 

“Eri doesn’t judge! She just want’s play mates.” Mirio giggled before his eyes met yours. “If its a privacy reason, they can always come to the castle. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her bond so well with any other kids.” He said looking at the three who were playing again. 

“I truly appreciate that offer, but they don’t have any other clothes besides their sleep wear, and my work won’t let me travel with them to the castle. We live on the outskirts.” You shamefully admitted. The outskirts of Ultra Kingdom was were low poverty homes were, if homes is what you could call them. The outskirts had a lot of crime in the area. Mirio could see the pain in your eyes and the stress was weighing on you. No one has ever told Eri about the outskirts since the King believed a princess shouldn’t know about such things being she went through so much already. Mirio knew that if Eri knew, she’d run the castle broke trying to help everyone

“I’m sorry, we must get going.” You quickly turned to leave but were stopped to see the three kids in front of you. 

“Can we play longer, ma’am?” The princess asked with pleading eyes. 

“I’m so sorry princess, but we have to leave.” You apologized, quickly grabbing your brother’s hands and starting to walk off. 

“Wait!” Eri yelled before running over to you. You stopped when she pulled on your cloak. Her action caused it to slip off, exposing your very low cut red dress that was accentuated with a black corset that pushed up your bust. There were gasps heard and murmurs about what they have just seen. 

“Is she a-” “She must be-” “Outskirts?” “Prostitute?” “Whore-” Could be picked out of the crowd. You quickly pulled your cloak back on, flustered at what just happened. Most women wore neutral color but never colors like red or black. 

“I’m sorry about you’re cloak! But I want you to have this so it’ll give me a reason to see you all again!” Eri smiled, completely un-phased by what happened. Your eyes welled with tears as you held the crystal necklace. You slipped it over your head before you nodded and ran off. 

“Let’s go princess.” Mirio said as he picked her up, watching your form get smaller and smaller in the distance. 

“What’s a whore?” Eri asked as Mirio walked. 

“I’ll explain later, just rest.” Mirio hushes, holding Eri close to him as she slowly fell asleep as he walked. 

“So she’s a prostitute. That’s why she’s scared of her little brothers playing with Eri. She doesn’t want them to talk about her or the outskirts with Eri while she is gone.” Mirio talked to himself in his chambers as he removed his knight armor. 

-

“Come on, eat up.” You huffed as you fed your younger brothers some bread and very watered down soup. 

“But it’s so bland.” Axel whined as he still ate. 

“Shut up! Y/n works hard for this!” The oldest fussed, making you scowl at him but smiled because he knew just how hard you work. 

“Adrian, mouth.” You huffed before walking over to the table to join them.

Adrain was about 11 so he kinda knew everything being you had to grow up quick if you lived in the outskirts. He was also your shoulder to cry on when you got stressed. You always apologized because no child should have to deal with this. Axel was 8 and you were 26. Your mother had you very young because she was also a prostitute but it was a meet up that went wrong. She then had another child with her first husband 15 years later when she turned 31. Then with her second husband she had her third child at 34. She died last year by taking her own life. You knew it would happen one day but never so soon but you were also surprised she held out that long after everything. You assumed it was also due to the sickness she had around the time. 

“Alright Adrian, I’m going to work. Take care of our little brother okay. And remember if I don’t come back or if someone else tries to come here, you know where to go.” You told him, earning a nod from the boy. You looked at Axel to see him asleep on the cot with a wool blanket over him. 

-

Mirio got dressed into some darker clothing along with a dark green cloak. Eri was protected by two other guards at night so Mirio could rest. However, tonight he was on a search, a search for you. He headed out, saying he was just going for a late night walk. 

He hopped on top his horse before riding off down to the outskirts. He stopped about a mile out and tied his horse to a pole. Mirio walked into the outskirts and kept his head down, knowing he’d attract a lot of attention if he was seen. The blonde looked around a few dark allies before he finally found someone who looked like you. He walked over to what he thought was you and tapped your shoulder. 

“You looking for a fun night boy?” The woman said but when she turned around, it was a goblin woman who just had similar hair like you. 

“Oh- sorry, wrong person.” Mirio mumbled before walking down another ally. 

-

“Look, I said I won’t do it! I do business only at the customer’s house, not mine so buzz of!” You huffed as a scraggly old man kept grabbing at your exposed skin, making you walk a little faster to get to the cabin where a lot of prostitutes go to escape creepy men. 

Mirio could hear you familiar voice and quickly followed it before seeing the situation. He walked over to the man and quickly grabbed his wrist that was reaching for your ass. 

“She said buzz off, now why don’t you listen to her, hm?” Mirio asked, only exposing his sarcastic smile, making the man buck up. 

“Who do you think you are, son?!” The old man yelled, making Mirio move his cloak to expose his sword that hung from his belt. “Well, looks like I’ve made a mistake. My bad sir.” The man wobbled away, cursing at the ground. 

“Thank you but I don’t need protection from another cre-” You were cut off when he exposed his face to you with a big smile. 

“Hey, I never caught your name.” Mirio smiled but you only turned away and started to walk to the cabin. 

“I don’t do friendships. Get out of here before you get robbed.” You said with a huff. 

“I’m here on business!” He made up, walking in front of you. He held a stack of gold coins. “How long will this get me?” 

“One hour. Let’s go. Keep your head down.” You snatched the coins and put them in small black satchel you had connected to your dress. This amount would actually get someone about three hours. You didn’t even want to take it being he is royal and your not but you knew he’d just be persistent. The two of you got to a private room and you began to take off your corset. 

“AHh! NO no, I just wanna talk to you!” Mirio said, blushing brightly as he covered his face. 

“Talk? Fine, make it quick I guess. And its y/n” You said as you continued to take off your corset anyways. Mirio removed his sword and place it against the wall. 

“What are you doing?” He asked as you sat on the bed in just your dress.

“Getting comfortable, what do you think?” You asked with a small chuckle at how soft Mirio looked. “So what did you want to talk about?” You asked as you admired his built body that sat cross-legged on the bed. 

“I want you to know that Eri really wants to play with you brothers. We wouldn’t mind housing you and your siblings.” Mirio started but you cut him off quickly.

“I don’t want your charity. I understand you’re trying to be nice and all, but it isn’t fair to all the other women working like me. Why should I get housing while they still struggle?” You questioned, pulling at a small thread on your red dress.

“Well-…” Damn, Mirio was stuck because you did have a point. He needed a way to make this seem fair. “What if we did it like we had a big play date with the kingdom and whoever Eri likes to play with the most gets to spend a week at the castle. So that way its just a way for you too take a break and have your siblings live like royalty.” Mirio explained with a bright smile.

“If we win.” You said as you fiddled with the necklace Eri gave you. “But fine, as long as its putting us on the same level and don’t be biased!” You warned before getting up and dressed back into your corset. 

“Why are you getting dressed? We still have about 40 minutes left.” Mirio said standing up 

“Help me with this please.” You said before answering his question. “I also have to work and you need to get back to the kingdom to rest and bring together this big idea. No need for me to waste your time Sir Knight Mirio.” You explained as he gently pulled on the strings to tighten your corset. “Ngh-harder. Pull the strings harder.” You huffed as the corset was tight around your chest but the way you asked kinda sounded lewd, making Mirio slightly aroused. He quickly pulled the strings tight and tied them before grabbing his sword and walking out. 

You were slightly confused at how quiet he got but just shrugged it off before walking out the cabin slightly after. 

-

After a few days, all you could hear was the buzz about a big play date with the princess. It ended up being more like a whole festival and your two younger brothers could not stop talking about it.

“Pleaseeee!! Please big sis! I promise I’ll never complain about the food again!” Axel begged making you chuckle.

“Well, I just might have to bring you then.” You joked as you picked him up on your back, having him hold on tight as you made some lunches for tomorrow, wrapping some bread and meat in some paper leaves. You cut some fruit up and poured lemon juice on it with sugar. You were glad to have these things due to the Knight visiting you every day and providing you with some money even though you tried to deny his offer.

“You aren’t going to work tonight y/n?�� Adrien asked as it was past 10 at night. You shook your head and smiled.

“Tomorrow is a big day for you two and I have to make sure you are ready in time.” You placed Axel in his cot, covering him with the wool blanket before you kissed his forehead. You sat at the table, cutting some fabric and sewing it together. You stayed up most of the night, making two shirts for your brothers. You were able to buy some pants for them and the shoes they had were still knew. You woke up to Adrien moving some pans to the stove.

“Hey, what you doing?” You asked as you turned around to see him cooking some eggs.

“A very shy man in nice clothes was knocking at the door to give these to us, he might still be there.” Adrien said as if it was nothing making you run out to see the royal clothing slightly fade to the distance. You shook your head before you returned inside.

“That shy man was Knight Amajiki. He fought alongside Knight Mirio.”You said in a calm voice, waiting for his reaction and what you got was not what you expected. He face palmed himself and looked down.

“How could I forget, Axel will never leave me alone about this once he finds out.” He said before he continued to make breakfast. You laughed before you went get the youngest.

The three of you all got ready in your new clothes and you wore your mother’s plain white dress and blue corset that had a matching cloak. The three of you began your journey to the kingdom, picking up a ride or two from a few people. You walked with your basket held at your elbow, holding Axel’s hand as Aidren held onto your cloak.

You smiled brightly as you walked to the castle, waiting at the gate before being let in. You saw a lot of children and got slightly discouraged at all the kids playing in the grass. What if Eri find’s someone else to play with and likes them more. That would crush your brother’s spirits to pieces but before you could realize it, they were off playing with a bunch of other kids. You noticed there was an area for people to place their things so you placed your basket and shoes in a crate, locking it before taking the key and placing it around your neck, being it was on a string.

“Hey, you didn’t think you’d be playing without me did you?” You asked as you ran up to your younger brothers. You got a lot of weird looks from other mothers but you didn’t care being you were having fun. The grass was so soft against your feet and you finally felt like a kid for once, even though you were 24. Eri was finally spotted but you didn’t want the boys to rush in, being it would overwhelm her. So you just decided to mess around and pretend to be in danger.

“Knight Axel! Please help me!” You cried out, holding back your smile as much as you could.

“Don’t try it! I am the evil ice witch and will freeze her!” A random girl said as he blew small snow from his palm. It was a little witch and training which made you smile.

“Not if we have anything to do with it” Adrien declaired, holding up a wooden sword that the castle provided. You played for a long time before Eri finally found the three of y’all. You smiled as she hugged you tightly before running to Axeln and Adrien. You stood up and started to walk away before you bumped into a tall figure.

“Oh I’m so sor-sorry.” You said before you saw it was Mirio. His looks always surprised you, especially that smile. “Hello, Sir Knight Mirio.” You curtsied, bowing slightly as well.

“Miss Y/n, pleasure to see you here.” Mirio said as he bowed back. “Now, I think Eri want’s us to play.” Mirio said as he walked over to Eri, pulling you behind him, making you laugh softly.

“Let’s battle! Me and you! If I win, I get to protect Princess Eri!” Adrien said, pointing his wooden sword at Axel. Eri smiled before she pulled out her own wooden sword.

“Who said I can’t protect myself?” Eri asked, making Axel’s eyes light up.

“Can we fight?” Axel asked Mirio, making sure it was okay and nodded.

“Why don’t me and you battle?” You asked Mirio and he chuckled.

“Okay, I’ll go easy on you.” He said wielding a wooden sword as you held one too. The two of you bowed and made sure you had enough room and wouldn’t hurt anyone else. The two of you started to fight and Mirio was quite shocked at your strength and form.

“There is a lot you don’t know about me.” You spoke, as your blocked his sword from swinging down on you. “I always wanted to be a knight when I was young.” You pushed forward, making Mirio back up and take this more seriously. With the two of you so enticed with each other, you hadn’t notice all the kids watching. You were smiling brightly, before you quickly spun around, grabbing Mirio’s outstretched hand, pulling it close to you.

“You’re quite strong, maybe you should live in the castle.” Mirio said with a wink before he hooked his free arm around your waist, spinning you and placing his sword to your throat but was blocked by your own sword. You hooked your leg behind his and kicked it out, but before you knew it, you were spun back around and you fell on top of Mirio. You quickly got up, pointing your sword at his throat before he laughed loudly. You couldn’t help but join him as you laid down next to him, panting softly.

“Wow, it’s nice to be a kid again.” You mumbled, rubbing the beads of sweat from your forehead. Then there was a loud rupture of clapping and cheering from the kids, especially Eri who also defeated Axel. She ran up to you and pulled you up.

“Girls can fight too!” She said with a bright smile, making you laugh before you looked over at Mirio who was watching you. You blushed lightly before averting his gaze. “Hey, the necklace I gave you is glowing!” She said with bright eyes, holding it in her hand. The rose crystal now shined a bright pink, making you cock your head in confusion.

“That’s a love crystal.” The small witch from early spoke, pointing to it as it slowly dimmed. “When you look at someone you love, or feel love from someone, it glows.” She explained, making you blush more.

“Hm, must be because I care and love the princess.” You played off, poking Eri’s tummy, making her giggle.

“It only glows for intimate love.” She shrugged, “But I could be wrong, I’m still learning.” She hopped away and then you were helped to your feet by Mirio.

“That was really fun, and now it’s time for Eri to pick her favorite people to play with.” He explained before walking away with Eri. You and your brothers went eat, talking about all the fun they had.

-

“Hellllooooo everybodddyyyy!!” Sir Yamada yelled, getting everyone’s attention. “It’s time for Eri to pick who will stay at the castle for a week! Now if you don’t get picked, don’t be discouraged, we will probably have many more to come!”

“I had fun with you all and wish I could pick you all, but those aren’t the rules. I, by myself pick who I want to stay in the castle for a week. And I chose who made me smile the most. But not only did this person make me smile, they made my best friend smile and laugh more than he already does and thats Miss Y/n and her two younger brothers!” Eri yelled out, making you cough softly on the bread you were still eating.

You looked up on the stage and saw Mirio smiling, and saw Eri waving you three up there. A few kids were cheering, saying you need protect Eri since Mirio lost to you. Some kids were crying while others just smiled, knowing they might get it next time.

-

It was the third day in the castle and you just plopped onto your king sized bed, sighing loudly.

“Hey, finally got your brother’s to bed?” Mirio asked as he stood there in loose clothing, much different from his armor or royal attire.

“Yes! I feel like they never run out of energy and I’m so sore.” You patted the area next to you and Mirio walked over and laid down next to you, watching the heavy door close on its own.

“I’m really glad you got to spend this time here.” Mirio smiled lightly, making you look over at him and smile. Your necklace glowed through your shirt, making you grab it and sit up.

“Yeah… uhm, wellll, I’m going to take a bath to help with my muscles. Can you show me how that large tub works again?” You asked with a small blush before you grabbed some clothes that were provided by the castle. Mirio nodded and walked over to the deep tub that was in your chambers, turning the handle, allowing water to pour out before he put a stopper in the drain.

“That’s pretty much it, do you need anything else?” He asked as you kept your eyes on the floor. He nodded before he walked out and you started to pull of your dress shirt, struggling lightly from your sore muscles. “Oh hey-…I’m so sorry, I should have knocked. I just remembered you needed a towel.” Mirio blushed as you pulled your shirt back down.

“Oh it’s okay…uhm, can you help? If not can you get someone to help me remove my clothes?” You asked as you blushed lightly, making your crystal glow again. He nodded and closed the bathroom’s wooden door before walking behind you.

“Arm’s up.” He spoke softly, lifting your shirt to expose your skin. While Mirio was taken away by your body, he remained calm being you were in a place of need. He pulled down your skirt, allowing you to step out of it, making your face light up. You’ve done similar things countless times but right now, it feels like your first time.

“I’m going to remove your bra and underwear for you if that’s okay?” He asked, making sure he had consent from you before he continued. You nodded, allowing him to remove your clothes and once that was done, he helped you into the bath.

“Wait-…could you stay?” You asked just as he was about to leave, making him pause and turn around. 

“Any particular reason or just want a friend?” He asked with a smile while he sat on a stool next to the tub. 

“I just think I’ll need some help getting out.” You mumbled,holding your necklace in your hand to keep Mirio from seeing it’s bright pink tint. You knew you could probably get out and dressed on your own but you had to admit, you did like Mirio’s company. 

“Oh yeah, I should’ve thought of that.” He chuckled, stretching his arms in the air as he watched you run your hands through your soapy hair. Mirio walked close to your head and started to help rinse out your hair. “We meant it when we said you’d get treated like royalty.” 

“Thank you Sir Mirio.” You smiled and relaxed into his touch, making him blush softly before going back to the task at hand. Maybe this stone was right, maybe you did love him but there is no way he’d feel the same so you should just shut out those feelings. “Ow! What the-?” You let go of the necklace that shocked your hand and chest.

“That a love crystal you got, deny the feelings you have and it shocks you.” Mirio chimed in, breaking your train of thought. “You don’t have to worry, I’m sure whoever you’re thinking of feels the same way.” He smiled brightly. After awhile, he helped you out the tub and got you dressed in a loose night gown. 

“Thank you for helping me, Sir Mirio.” You blushed lightly as you walked over to you bed and sat down, watching Mirio clean up the bathroom. Mirio walked over to you and smiled before he bent down and kissed your lips, making your necklace glow.

“I’m sorry, but I just had to know this crystal glowed for me.” Mirio blushes before he stood back up straight but you pulled him back down to you.

“I guess my secret is out.” You smiled before reconnecting your lips.

You pulled Mirio closer to you, having him crawl on top and pin you down. His lips were soft but you could feel the small scars he had from it being repeatedly busted from fighting or training. He pulled you on top as he sat up so you can straddle his lap, allowing his hands to travel your foreign body. Mirio’s hands were so gentle when he traced them down you sides, or when they rested behind your neck while he ran his fingers down your spine with his other hand. You tracked your finger down his jaw, pulling away to see his flushed face and red lips.

“You’re cute when you are all red.” You smirked, making the blonde blush even brighter.

“Thank you, y/n.” Mirio mumbled, making you reconnect your lips as you felt down his chest before slipping your hand up his shirt, feeling the defined muscles and small scars from battles. You tugged at his shirt so he could pull it off but he pushed you on your back before he did so.

“Let me take care of you, you are in pain.” He smiled before he lifted your gown up and over your body. You smiled back softly before shutting your eyes in pleasure when you felt his lips kiss down your exposed body.

“Mirio, have you ever done this before?” You asked with a blush as his lips perfectly danced along your skin, getting lower and lower making you catch butterflies.

“Once or twice, why?” He teased with a grin, sucking at your skin on your thighs, leaving hickies behind as he got closer to your clothed core, making your body tremble and arousal pool in your underwear.

“I’ve done this hundreds of times and no one has ever made me feel this good just by kissing me.” You propped yourself up to see him looking up at you with a proud grin.

“Well, I did say I would take care of you.” Mirio kissed your wet core before he pulled off your underwear, making you sigh in relief. He licked up your sopping wet core, making you moan out softly. “You’re so beautiful. Your voice sounds like an angel.” Mirio mumbled, making you blush at his praise. Usually when you had sex, you got degraded mainly because you were a prostitute and they were ashamed so they took it out on you so when you were praised by Mirio, it just fueled your arousal. He connected his mouth with your core, running his tongue down you before sucking on your sensitive clit.

“Am I being good?” You moaned out, arching your back softly. You needed to hear that you were being good and Mirio understood that after you asked him.

“No, you’re being the best.” the blonde smiled before he continued his meal, pushing you closer to the edge with each lick, kiss, or suck while he’d tell you how good you taste and how well you behaved.

“Sir Mirio, I’m close,” you grabbed at the sheets, waiting to feel the familiar knot build and break but he removed himself from your core, licking his lips before he leaned down to kiss you. Your hands tangled themselves in his golden hair, desperate to feel him close to you. You were so lost in the kiss you hadn’t noticed Mirio line himself up with your core.

“Are you ready?” Mirio asked once he pulled away from your lips, allowing you to nod quickly.

“Please, I need you.” You whined out, allowing Mirio to push his hard member into your aching heat. You huffed, pulling Mirio in for another sloppy kiss before you kissed down his neck as he thrust into you.

Mirio groaned softly with a small smile, noticing the necklace glow brightly as it hung next to your head. You kissed along his neck before finding a sensitive spot, making him moan softly before he picked up his pace while you attacked his sweet spot. Mirio held your hips down with one hand while the other rubbed your swollen clit. You bit your lips to suppress your moans, gripping his back tight as your nails dug into his flesh.

“Let me hear those sweet moans, beautiful.” Mirio requested, making you follow his command as you were now a moaning mess.

“Sir...I’m gonna c-...cum.” You blushed brightly as you clung to him for dear life but he only picked up his pace.

“Go ahead, you deserve it.” And with those sweet words, your climax came crashing down, sending you into complete euphoria. Your body trembled as your high took over before you notice Mirio pull out to see his cum spill out over your stomache.

“I’m so sorry.” Mirio blushed, letting his head fall on your shoulder in embarrassment.

“Don’t worry,...” You panted as you came down from your high. You whined when Mirio got up and walked away but was pleased to see him with a rag to clean you up. Once cleaned, the two of you laid down in the dark except for the bright necklace that still glowed a pink tone. 

“Stay here in the castle with me.” Mirio said, looking down at your tired form. You don’t know whether it was the exhaustion or euphoric bliss you were in but you nodded without hesitation, before slipping off into sleep. 

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A/n:

I hope you alll liked it :) I had a lot of fun writing this but it took me forever 😅 mainly bc I procrastinate.

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Farewell to Spooky Season, AHS Style: Lookbook no.12

Hi to anyone reading,

Happy belated Halloween!

I capitalise it because if I'm gonna recognise any day as sacred, it’s the spookiest one of the year! Halloween 2020 obviously hasn’t been as exciting as usual, parties and club nights being banned has meant there’s been far less opportunities to dress up, but I still managed to get out for the night before they announced the upcoming second lockdown and do a couple of spooky movie nights (and carve a pumpkin!)!

I originally intended for this lookbook to be last minute halloween costume inspo but I was lazy and didn’t manage to get it out on time-a lot of these looks minus the makeup and maybe an accessory or two could work on any day or night out so I thought I’d go ahead and post it now anyway. Celebrating the fashion moments of American Horror Story is something I’ve wanted to do for a while; it’s probably not the first show you’d think of for sartorial inspiration but Mr. Ryan Murphy has fucking fantastic taste in stylists and the first five seasons of AHS in particular, which I’ll be focussing on in this post, have given us SO many amazing looks. The man may be guilty of many things-subjecting us to the character of Will Schuester, trying to turn Richard Ramirez into a thirst trap, embarrassing everyone who raved about how good Scream Queens was when he wrote season 2-but costume related laziness is not one of them. We see more consistency in a Ryan Murphy character’s wardrobe than we do in their story arcs and I respect that because honestly, as much as I love joining in when it comes to ripping into his ability to cohesively bring an AHS season to a close when it airs, I’d probably be the same; if you put Lady Gaga in front of me and told me to write her lines I’d probably end up getting overly invested in what her character was going to be wearing in the scene too. 

So! Enough Ryan Murphy bashing from me! I’ll get on with it! Starting with 3 season 1 inspired looks:

Murder House: Elizabeth Short, Tate Langdon and Violet Harmon

-striped jumper from caitlinlark on Depop, kick flare jeans from ellagray-

When it comes to reflecting on season 1 of American Horror Story, all I can say do is thank the internet overlords that Tumblr has moved on from the romanticising school shooters and wearing normal people scare me tops phase to instead collectively taking the piss out of the “GO AWAY, TATE!”, “YOU’RE ALL THAT I WANTTT! YOU’RE ALL THAT I HAVEEE!” exchange. 

In terms of fashion *moments*, whilst season 1 doesn’t stand out as much as the seasons that come after, Violet and Tate’s wardrobes did give birth to a bit of a 90s grunge renaissance with their oversized knits and faded jeans and layering of textures. It did also give us good costumes in the form of Alexandra Breckenridge’s Moira O’Hara and Mena Suvari’s portrayal of the Black Dahlia, Elizabeth Short; unfortunately, I didn’t have a slutty maid costume lying around so I did the best I could at giving the outfit Elizabeth wears when she makes that fateful visit to the Murder House a modern, more party appropriate update.

In terms of season rankings, Murder House isn’t my favourite. It starts off really great but lulls a bit towards the end and I could never get behind Violet and Tate as a couple because you know, one of them is a school shooter who sexually assaults the other’s mum, and that’s a hurdle that I think most couples might struggle to get over irl. That being said, it was the season that started it all and showcased some of the most innovative writing and directing on TV, and it opened up a spot for horror on primetime television which as far as I know was kind of unheard of before then. Back when I first watched it, I had no idea what to expect not only because I’d never seen horror in a serial format but also because it seemed to be able to get away with the kind of storylines you’d expect network executives to fire people over. It introduced us to Jessica Lange and Sarah Paulson and Evan Peters and Denis O’Hare who would go on to make the show what it is today and more importantly, through Jessica’s glorious portrayal of Constance Langdon, provide us with an endlessly versatile meme format for this trying time.

Asylum: ‘60s Lana Winters, ‘70s Lana Winters, and Sister Mary Eunice McKee

-afghan coat from louisemarcella on Depop, red AA skater dress from julietramage, pink gingham co-ord from zshamim-

I think we can all agree: Asylum would’ve been a perfect series of television if it wasn’t for the completely unnecessary alien storyline. Like, I get that they fit in with the whole good vs. evil theme as a kind of non-biblical alternative to the idea of a higher, all-powerful being but there was already so much going on that it just wasn’t needed. Aside from that, I think the general consensus amongst watchers of the show is that Asylum has the best writing of any season and I think I’d tend to agree. It’s not my favourite because it’s too depressing to rewatch but if we’re talking the first time round, this is the series that had me hooked. Lana Winters?

Iconic. 

Sister Mary Eunice? Iconic. The Name Game? Iconic. Remember when you couldn’t go a day on Facebook without seeing that one photo of Naomi Grossman as Pepper used as the go to “what I really look like” photo in one of those “expectation vs. reality” style posts on your newsfeed? Those were simpler times.

Because this season was mostly situated within the hospital, we didn’t get that many proper outfits but when we did, they were stunning; if I had to state my absolute favourite AHS character of the entire show I’d probably go with Lana Winters and the part her wardrobe played in her characterisation would 100% play a part in that. The late 60s/early 70s was such a wonderful period for fashion and through her character we get to see both of those explored a little. Of course there’s also *that* Sister Mary Eunice scene with the red slip dress and suspenders too which yes, could be a perfect halloween costume, but I also strongly believe should be a perfectly acceptable outfit for any day of the year. 

Coven: Misty Day, Madison Montgomery, and Zoe Benson

-chiffon dress from rags_to_riches on Depop, pinstripe corset from hanpiercey, and tennis skirt from mollie_morton-

I hate to be a basic bitch but I have to say it: Coven is my favourite season of American Horror Story. Once you get over the complete waste of Evan Peters’ acting capabilities that resulted from the *choice* to have him play Kyle, the unnecessary rehash of the Evan/Taissa pairing from season 1 in what I can only assume was an attempt to capitalise on the popularity of the questionable Tate/Violet relationship, and the subsequent sacrifice of any interesting character arc we could’ve foreseen for Zoe Benson beyond her obsessing over a resurrected, non-verbal frat boy, it’s a perfect season. A supreme (heh) balance of horror, humour, and character drama, as well as the stunning aesthetics and forever quotable dialogue, make it my go-to season if I’m ever considering a rewatch. And if you disagree, let me jog your memory with the most mainstream (not to get all “normal people scare me” and suggest AHS is not a mainstream show, I literally just mean in the sense that even those who have never watched the show will have seen this)  reaction GIF set any FX show has even spawned:

Buzzfeed employees had a field day, Emma Roberts enthusiasts (I mean me) finally saw her cemented as the pop culture icon Scream Queens has since showed us she deserves to be (because not enough people have seen Unfabulous, Nancy Drew or Scream 4) and the gays everywhere rejoiced at the year’s worth of meme fodder they’d been provided with. It was Madison Montgomery’s world and we were truly just living in it.

And the fashion! I mean, Stevie Nicks meets 21st century teenage witches! Come on! 

Freakshow: Dandy Mott, Maggie Esmerelda and Elsa Mars

-olive green satin skirt from morganogle on Depop, headscarf from tonijordan, platform sandals from elliefewt, PVC skirt from bethpin_, corset top from sadieflinter, beret from house_of_erotique, flame detail platform boots from mad_rags_vintage-

When people talk about the declining quality of AHS, they usually point to Freakshow as the beginning of the end, but I have to completely disagree. I wasn’t a fan the first time round but on rewatch it’s probably the most emotional season of them all; no, there aren’t as many “horrifying” moments as in other seasons and Elsa is probably Jessica’s worst performance (which is still an incredible one by anybody else’s standards), however it makes up for it with the most sympathetic bunch of characters yet, and on the flip side, also one of the most amusingly depraved with Finn Wittrock’s Dandy Mott. Fans usually argue that the season went downhill once *SPOILER* Twisty the Clown was killed off but for me, he really primarily served as the catalyst for the far more interesting devolution of Dandy, who, imo, is the show’s strongest villain to date, rivalled only by Bloody Face. Then there was the episode Orphans too which made me cry buckets, the sole AHS episode to do so. 

We got a lot of great fashion content in this season too: the theatrical opulence of Elsa Mars’ wardrobe, “Maggie”’s nomadic fortune teller costumes, and all those twee suits we saw Finn Wittrock in. Highly underrated if you ask me. It seems an odd choice for me to use Elsa’s Dominatrix look as an inspiration for one of my looks here when we have that Life on Mars performance outfit and all the extravagant robes Jessica got to waltz around in for reference buuuut I didn’t really have anything to do the vibrancy of either of those justice so I went with the black leather option which is much more me. Am I saying I moonlight as a dominatrix? Maybe. Lol, no. I wish. It’s not for lack of trying. WHERE ARE ALL THE GENUINE TWITTER PAYPIGS AT!? Your girl wants to insult creepy men and get some new clothes out of it xoxo

Hotel: Hypodermic Sally, Liz Taylor, and The Countess

-silk white bralet from xlibby_maix on Depop-

Hotel is another season that I liked a lottttt more upon rewatch, once I knew I was okay to tune out the (completely predictable and utterly nonsensical) Ten Commandments Killer storyline that so much of the season initially seems to hinge on. I love Chloë Sevigny but the fact that her and Wes Bentley’s wooden John and Alex Lowe are positioned as the protagonists at the expense of the far more interesting Liz Taylor, James March and Hypodermic Sally really does a disservice to what is an otherwise great season upon initial viewing.

The visuals this season are magnificent and I think if I had to pick one character’s wardrobe to steal from the entire cast of AHS characters, it would be The Countess (a toss up between her and Misty Day tbh, so I kinda just settle for low-key channelling both). No fucking idea where I'd wear any of her clothes to but I’d make it work. Liz Taylor and Hypodermic Sally have some amazing looks too-there’s just honestly so much to choose from; that being said, this post wouldn’t be complete without a specific ode to the vampire goddess Elizabeth Bathory, who is everything I want to be in life minus the murderous qualities:

Everything. EVER-Y-THING. LOOK AT HER!

Lady Gaga is really a fucking goddess isn’t she. And people were claiming before they’d even seen it that she couldn’t act? A patriarchal society doesn’t like women that can do it all. Just saying. 

Anyways!

That’s it for now! I hope you enjoyed the post if you did read til the end! Sorry I couldn’t get this out before Halloween, I was typing and Picmonkey-ing madly from 2 in the afternoon on the 31st but I taking fucking forever to get ready and had to abandon all hope of getting it out on the day by 4PM. I’ve got so much content planned and it sucks because a couple of them are lookbooks which now feel completely redundant given we’re heading into a second lockdown, but maybe I should just do it anyway? The grunge inspired moodboard I just did seemed to get a good reception too so I’ve got some more of them planned. 

As always, hope everyone is keeping well, and feel free to inbox me with any suggestions, queries or even just to say hi if you need someone to talk to! I check here quite a lot so I should see it. Lots of love to everyone in this time!

Lauren x

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[softhotch]

Corset

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,469

Warnings: Subby!Hotch in a corset? Show-level violence. Age-gap. Basically just lots of crack with some comforting fluff!

Summary: An unsub gives Hotch an ultimatum: wear lingerie during a press conference or the victim dies. Reader does what she can to comfort the very uncomfortable Unit Chief. Heavily inspired by this scene in Psycho Beach Party where TG wears a corset.

Author’s Note: Please be nice! I haven’t written anything in AGES and this popped into my brain unannounced yesterday when I happened upon that scene from PBP. I hope you like it! There may or may not be a sequel with smut. I haven’t decided yet. Also feel free to let me know if you’d like to be tagged in any future Hotch fics.

Four days ago you and the rest of the BAU had boarded the jet on your way to Memphis where the bodies of three once beautiful women had been discovered assaulted, disfigured, and killed. In the time that you’d been there, the team had had few leads. However, a break in the case came when a woman named Shannon Holloway was abducted. 

Thanks to Garcia’s digging, the team learned that the victim had filed a protective order against her neighbor the year before, one Edward Bayless, a hapless janitor at the local university who had been bullied and disfigured as a child by his abusive alpha male father. When his father had passed away the year before, the murders started.

However, when the BAU and SWAT arrived at Bayless’ home, Shannon was nowhere to be found. When they hauled him in for questioning, he announced that she was still alive but didn’t have long to live. After being interrogated for hours, Bayless finally agreed to release her location...on one condition.

“Is he really going to do it?” Morgan asked, slumping into a chair at the conference table in the local precinct. 

“He doesn’t really have a choice, Morgan. Besides, you know Hotch. If there’s any chance to save the victim, he’ll take it,” JJ replied.

“Edward Bayless is a classic beta male. It makes sense that he would want to humiliate Hotch as much as possible. Bayless hates authority figures and Hotch is the embodiment of that,” Reid explained. 

While the rest of the team discussed the current unsub, you made your way to the restroom door and knocked softly.

“Hotch? Everything okay in there?” You became worried when there was no response. You knocked again and said, “Hotch, I’m coming in. I just wanna talk.”

You entered the men’s room and made your way to the handicapped stall on the end. Leaning against the cold concrete wall, you said softly, “are you okay?”

He didn’t respond at first but then you heard a deep, shaky sigh. “I’m as well as can be expected, I suppose. Can’t say this is how I thought today would go.” 

His voice was quiet and strained. You could practically hear him mentally weighing the pros and cons. JJ was right though. If this was the only way to save the victim, Hotch would do it, no matter how humiliating.

You tried to think of something to say to make him feel better but before you could, he was unlatching the stall door and stepping out. 

You sucked in a breath at the sight of him. He was gorgeous, of course. You’d known that since the first time you’d met. You momentarily flashed back to your initial interview where he’d sat sizing you up from the other side of his desk while you tried not fidget over how attractive the Unit Chief was. You were positive you’d never seen anyone look that good in a suit before. Once you joined the team it hadn’t taken you long to fall for the rest of him - his selflessness, his intelligence, his bravery. 

With him standing in front of you now, looking as self-conscious as you’d ever seen him, your gaze moved down his body slowly, taking in the black corset, black panties, garter belt, and thigh highs. Hotch had legs for days. Who knew? Like on that first day, you had to consciously school your micro-expressions into a poker face so he wouldn’t realize that you harbored an inappropriate crush on him.

You gazed at his face and saw the trepidation he felt. “You look...great,” you said, breathless and hesitant. 

Hotch rolled his eyes and reached into the stall to grab a white, fluffy robe off the hook. “You don’t have to try to make me feel better. I know I look ridiculous.” 

You scoffed, growing bolder with every second, “I’m not just saying that, Sir. You look...” You trailed off, not knowing how to finish that sentence. The more you looked at him, his rosy nipples peaking out over the top of the corset and his happy trail leading down, down, down…

You gulped and your eyes shot back up to his face. Too late. Hotch had an incredulous look on his face, one eyebrow raised. You realized how you must have looked to him. Your breathing was a bit ragged and your pupils were definitely dilated. You might as well have had Horny For Hotch emblazoned across your forehead. 

“I - I...uh,” you stuttered before taking a deep breath and saying, “I just think this look is very...becoming of you, Sir.” Because your brain is a traitor, an image of him bent over his own desk popped into your head and your cheeks heated up. 

Hotch wrapped the bathrobe around himself and cinched the belt tight while maintaining eye contact with you. The look on his face was almost shy, “Do you really think so?” The soft way in which he looked at you made your breath catch. In the two years you’d been with the BAU, you had never seen him like this. His hesitation gave you the confidence you needed.

“To be honest, Sir, I always think you look good. But there’s just something special about a strong, dominant man wearing such delicate clothes.”

Hotch studied your face for a moment, his own expression neutral, and said, “Edward Bayless hopes that doing a press conference in this outfit will humiliate and emasculate me. Is that what you want as well?”

“Of course not,” you replied, vehemently, moving closer to him. “It makes me want to take care of you.” 

You found the surprised look on his face endearing and it spurred you on, “You take care of all of us all the time, Hotch, but who takes care of you? And of course someone like Edward Bayless would believe that it would be that easy to demean you. He believes that kidnapping and torturing beautiful women will make him the strong Alpha male type that he’s always idolized, yet hated. You, on the other hand, already know you’re strong. If anything this outfit serves to highlight that. You’re going to march into that press conference like the badass you are and show Bayless that it doesn’t matter what you wear because at the end of the day you’re a hero and no one can take that away from you.” 

You would have gladly kept the pep talk ramble going but you were interrupted by Hotch leaning down and pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to your lips. 

Hotch broke the kiss and reached his hand up to cup the side of your face. You nuzzled into his touch affectionately. “I don’t need to tell you that anything between us would be inappropriate,” he said quietly. “I’m your supervisor and twenty years your senior. Most people would find the idea of a relationship between us improper, to say the least. But I can’t deny that I’ve always found you very...sweet.” He ran his thumb back and forth across your cheek. You’d always been attracted to the size of his hands.

“I mean it, Hotch. I want to be the one to take care of you. Have you ever had someone do that for you?”

“Do you mean have I ever been submissive with someone before? No. In my experience, people tend to expect someone like me to be dominant all the time. Haley and I never really experimented much.” There was a blush creeping up his neck below the collar of the robe. You could tell this wasn’t a conversation he ever expected to have, let alone now, with you.

“Well, that sort of thing is all about trust, Hotch. I hope you know that you can trust me with anything.”

“Thank you, Agent,” he said, fidgeting adorably with the belt of his robe. “I find that I feel very safe with you.”

Feeling brazen, you surged forward to give him one last kiss but you were interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. 

“Aaron, the reporters are ready,” Rossi announced from the other side of the door. 

Hotch inhaled deeply, steeling himself. You took one of his hands in yours and said, “Hey, you’ve got this, Hotch. If you get nervous, just look at me. I know you can do this.” You gave him one last quick kiss on the cheek and guided him slowly towards the door.

He paused and looked down at you. “Please,” he whispered, “call me Aaron.” With that, he placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles before letting go. He turned and marched through the door with his head held high as you trailed behind him, your hand hovering over the small of his back, still tingling from the feel of his lips.

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[razorblade180-heated]

Stress

[Smut! You heathens!]

Nighttime, it’s supposed to be the moment the world moves just a bit slower. Not for a huntsman, and certainly not for grimm. Fortunately none have reared their monstrous face on Jaune’s shift. The boy sat on a tree limb that allowed him to see a wide area of one of Anima’s dense forests.

It’s been at least two months since he tagged along with his friends in order to find whatever answers Haven might have for them. There’s been more downs than ups and some days honestly felt a little hopeless. Yet they all manage to find the courage to at least take one more step. He missed safety. He missed school oddly enough. He missed Pyrrha…

The thought of her instantly ate away at his morale, not to mention his attention. That was until the sound of rustling bushes snapped him back into focus. Jaune immediately drew his sword and was ready for whatever awaited.

“Too loud.” A voice said from the bushes, throwing him off. A second later and Ruby walked out of them with her eyes already on his position.

“Ruby? What are you doing up?” Jaune put away his sword. “We don’t switch for another two hours. Also, two loud?”

“Yeah.” The girl nodded before dashing up to the tree limb, nearly startling Jaune off. “You draw your sword too loud. If I was a grimm or bandit then I’d be on guard. Not to mention I knew exactly where to look after it. Might wanna take it out slower.”

“Hmm, never realized how much sound it made.”

“From the sound of it, someone was lost in thought and was caught off guard?” Ruby said with confidence.

Jaune found it a little scary how well her intuition and senses were when it came to anything weapon related. Though it probably has been saving him more than he knows. “Lucky guess. I got lost in thought. Sorry” his voice drifted off, still a bit sad from the memories.

“Pyrrha?” Ruby immediately guessed. At this point Jaune started to believe he was simply easy to figure out. He didn’t even respond because that in itself was a yes.

“One step at a time” she reminded him. “Things will get better one step at a time. Even if those steps are tiny.”

“I know, and it was just for an instant. Pretty sure a good night's rest and a safe place to sleep is all I need to get my spirit back.”

Ruby let out a long groan. “I’d kill for a mattress right now!” She exclaimed into the forest with a surprising amount of force.

“Sssshhhh! You’ll wake Ren and Nora if you’re that loud.” Jaune has seen grumpy Ren. It’s not pretty.

Ruby’s face squinted in irritation. “Trust me, I won’t. They probably didn’t even hear me.” Ruby made her left hand into an ‘O’ shape and repeatedly put her right pointer finger through it.

Jaune raised an eyebrow in confusion before the other one raised in realization. “Oh…” was all he could say as he blushed. “Really?”

“Really.” Ruby bluntly stated. “ They’ve been doing this for the pass week whenever you are well into your shift.” The hooded girl rubbed the bridge of her nose. “I’m sure they are trying to be considerate but they aren’t as quiet as they think. Like, at all.” Her face turned red.

Jaune wasn’t surprised. Ruby was talking about his teammates. Even Ren wasn’t as quiet as he thought whenever he was dealing with Nora. Still… “Good for them.” He smiled. “About time something happened.”

“Too bad it’s not happening quietly.”

“Aw, don’t be like that Rubes”

“They’re like rabbits, Jaune! And not the cereal kind.”

The cursed mental image of a lewd Pumpkin Pete was something he never needed to have, but now it existed unfortunately. “Can you blame them? We’re constantly on death's door and don’t know when it will open again. They’re stressed.”

Ruby pursed her lips in disbelief. “I’m not convinced that’s a good reason. I mean I get really stressed too but you all don’t hear me when I mast-” Ruby immediately shut her mouth, realizing that she was two syllables away from outing herself.

It was too late. Ruby could see Jaune staring at her with his jaw halfway open. He desperately tried to hold back a teasing smirk but it slowly spread on his face. “Ruby…?”

“Shut up!” The girl tried stretching her hood even further over her tomato red face. “Everyone does it.”

“I’m not judging. I just can’t believe you set yourself up like that.”

“I wanna die. Please tell no one.”

“Who would I? The two other people you just told me that were having sex too loud for you to sleep? I don’t think they’d shame you.” He chuckled as she pouted.

“Stop laughing at me. Like you said, there’s a lot going on. I bet you do it.”

“Yep.”

“Really!?” Ruby gasped.

“Duh! Everyone does it, like you said. Why do you think I’m first to get up in the morning? It’s not to do more hair.”

This was an eye opener to Ruby. It made sense for sure. All she could do was nod in acknowledgment and look out into the forest; still nothing to worry about.

Several minutes went by and for some reason, Jaune felt a little awkward. The conversation ended in a weird spot. Now they were just sitting quietly. Jaune looked over to Ruby. Her face was still red but not as bad. That was until Ruby turned to him; her face gaining its redness back before she turned away again.

Jaune might not be able to read in between the lines of a weapon being drawn too fast, but he could read this situation like a book.

“Would you like to share your awkward sexual thoughts? He asked.

“Would you?” Ruby snapped back, anxiously trying to turn the tables.

“Me? I was just thinking things must be stressful if it’s affecting you.”

“Liar, that can’t be all.”

“Are you expecting more?” He took a shallow breath. “Like...how quiet things are? Or how lucky Ren and Nora are to have each other in situations like these? Or maybe…”

“Me.” Ruby cut him off. “Maybe you thought about me? Doing things”

Now it was Jaune’s turn to blush. “That crossed my mind as well.” Jaune discreetly tried adjusting his pants but it didn’t escape Ruby. She had stealing glances at him ever since they went quiet.

Another brief moment of silence fell on them again before Ruby pulled down her hood. “J-Jaune?” She said, her voice a little shaky.

He looked into the girl’s pools of silver. Suddenly his heart felt like it was going crazy. “Yeah?”

“I… am pretty stressed right now.” Ruby whispered, as if she had told a forbidden secret.

She slowly leaned closer to Jaune. For each inch she got closer, he did the same. Right down to the head tilt until finally their lips met. It was short, barely lasting four seconds, but the brief moment triggered a spark that was visible in both of their eyes. Ruby followed Jaune’s lead into a longer, more needy kiss. They both pushed into each other like if the other even considered separating right now. Ruby heard kissing was nice but not this nice. She felt Jaune’s hands grab a hold of her and felt his tongue eagerly try to gain entry into her mouth. Ruby happily allowed it access and surrendered to it.

This was beyond nice. Finally the two came apart for air. A thin trail of spit still connected them before it fell apart. They had only just stopped and yet Ruby missed the feeling, the taste of it all. She was embarrassed about how badly she just wanted to dive into another one. When did she get this needy?

“Wow” Jaune exhaled. “That was…” he couldn’t find the words but he didn’t have to.

“Yeah, it was.” Ruby nodded. She was already leaning in for another embrace until Jaune’s arms came out and held her in place. The action confused her, not to mention gave her some anxiety. Had he changed his mind?

“Umm. What’s the matter.” Her voice shakily said.

“If we do this then we should probably do it somewhere we can’t fall.” Jaune knew himself. Clumsiness at a time like this is a thing he did not need to deal with.

“Oh, hehehe, you have a point.” Ruby grabbed ahold of his body then dashed them down to the base of the tree; Jaune’s back firmly pressed against it. Maybe with a bit too much force. Ruby was trying to keep her excitement in check but she could feel herself get warmer, needier, all for one boy in particular. She really wanted another kiss.

Jaune wasted little time in seeing her desire and happily obliged; taking his gloves off and cuffing her face as Ruby stood on her toes to reach another kiss. It was a bit harder now that he was standing but he bent over far enough for Ruby to claim her prize.

Once again their lips met in heated passion. Ruby’s tongue inviting the blonde’s back into her mouth. A low moan slipped out in the process that caused Jaune to groan in desire. Ruby had never heard him make such a sound but it made her body shiver in excitement. She felt herself getting a little lightheaded when Jaune broke off the kiss again. Ruby was about to protest until she felt his hands slide down her back and firmly grab the girl’s rear before lifting her up. Ruby yelped at the unexpected display of strength, as well as wrapped her legs around him. ‘He’s gotten so strong lately.’ Her hazy thoughts wondered what all that strength could do to her if she asked.

Jaune turned around and pressed her against the tree. She was now a bit taller than him. Jaune leaned into the girls neck and went to work, kissing and biting the sensitive flesh. Her body tensing up with each assault on her.

“Jaune…” his name slipped out in a moan that Ruby could not keep back. The boy felt like he was dreaming; all his actions in a haze of desire and bliss. He was barely talking while his mind only thought about how much more he could touch Ruby’s body.

Her hips began bucking slightly into him as his lips finally reached Ruby’s chest. He’ll admit as much as he loved her new outfit, there wasn’t the foggiest idea on how to remove it; making him a little annoyed. He heard Ruby chuckle before watching her hands loosen some laces and buckles until the corset wasn’t as tight. ‘That should help.’ She thought. Ruby’s face turned a new shade of red watching him grab the top portion and slid it down far enough to free her breast.

The cold air made her jump and the look he gave them made Ruby feel like the sexiest girl in the world. She was never jealous of people like her sister who had bigger boobs by far, but it did get a little annoying knowing someone had to be comparing the two. Jaune took the left one into his mouth eagerly. His tongue being put to work again by swirling around the nipple in the slowest way possible. Jaune could feel Ruby’s fingers grab a hold of his shaggy hair, an effort to keep her body from shuddering.

‘I guess they’re sensitive?’ He thought. Now that he thought about it, Ruby was reacting to everything he had done so far. Not that it didn’t make him happy but he was playing it by ear. Was he just getting lucky? Maybe, or maybe there was a little more than carnal desire spurring her on; there was for him.

Ruby was starting to work up a sweat. Jaune’s attention had shifted to her other breast and all she could manage to do at the moment was bite down a little on her own right pointer finger to keep her moans in check. She was glad Jaune hadn’t removed his chest plate yet or else his favorite hoodie would’ve had a terrible stain on it. Both thighs a little damp from her arousal and her panties all but ruined.

“Jaune…” his name came out ragged. “I think I’m…I’m!!!!” Ruby’s thoughts and words couldn’t keep up with her body, which had started to tense up. Her limbs held onto Jaune tight as he momentarily stopped to see the girl’s eyes shut tight while a surge of pleasure ran through her entire body and dripped from her most sensitive area.

“Did you just…?” Jaune said, a mix of shock and pride clearly in his voice. Ruby said nothing as she opened her eyes. Her face was still flushed; her chest rising and falling from all the excitement as well. All Ruby could do was nod sheepishly, more than a little embarrassed.

“That felt...intense. Really intense.” Her eyes were focused on him with such passion that Jaune felt more anxious than before. Ruby grabbed ahold of his face and couldn’t stop herself from stealing another kiss. This time, a more tender, sweet kiss. One that held a certain spark to it. Jaune’s heart suddenly felt warm and yet, heavy. He knew what this feeling was. The feeling of wishing for more time and safety; that this kiss would have to be enough because it might be all that’s left. It was the way Pyrrha kissed him.

He broke off the kiss suddenly and left Ruby a little startled. The boy looked at her with sympathetic eyes that made her own heart ache as he leaned forward until their foreheads pressed against each other. Strangely, Ruby felt as if the past few moments weren’t needed. This is what was. A moment of real vulnerability, and it made her heart pound.

“You’re not gonna lose me Ruby.” His hold on her became more secure. “And I refuse to lose you.”

“I don’t wanna see anyone else die in front of me. I can’t do that again. Not with the people I love, not with you. This life I wanted, it’s scarier than I realized.”

“Yeah, but I know we can do this. We can come out on top and be the hero’s we dreamed of, together.”

His words soothed her fears. He sounded so confident, so comforting; warm in every single way she needed him to be. A smile began to show up ever so slightly. “Together.”

“So, I guess we should probably be heading back.”

“What?” Ruby looked perplexed. “Why?”

“I just...thought now that you’re calm that you wouldn’t-”

Ruby rolled her eyes playfully and pulled Jaune down to her level to flick his forehead, before sitting him up against the tree. Jaune watched the girl straddle herself on his lap right below his crotch. His entire body felt a little anxious and needy for everything Ruby had to offer and she could tell as her hand grabbed his hard on through his jeans; earning a lustful groan.

“Ruby…”

“Think I wouldn’t return the favor? Jaune I want you just as bad as you want me. More even.” Her face heated up by the sound of her own words. In truth, she wanted to be with him since the dance. She knew better than to burden him with that knowledge right now. Another day, when wounds have had time to properly heal. This moment was more than enough.

Ruby wasted no more time and got busy. Jaune could only watch his partner undo his pants; her eyes showing an intensity he found amusing the moment she got him free.

“....”

“Ruby, we can skip this pa-aaah!” His hands went over his mouth as he felt Ruby’s lips slowly wrapped around his length.

That was the sound she wanted to hear. No way was she gonna chicken out. Ruby glided her tongue to the base of the shaft and back up to the tip. His scent was definitely strong but not overwhelming. Ruby went back down halfway again and again, gaining a little confidence each time until she found a rhythm she could handle.

‘This isn’t too bad.’ Ruby felt Jaune’s legs slowly shift and heard him hiss in pleasure through his teeth. ‘I’m not too bad.’ Ruby thought pridefully. Clearly she was doing something right. It was thrilling; not to mention arousing. Knowing she had this effect on him only made her take more of him into her mouth. Sucking lapping the taste of what she could assume was precum. Wasn’t exactly what she’d call tasty but it wasn’t awful. It was him, and that was only making her more inpatient to move things along.

Jaune on the other hand was trying to contain himself. It could’ve only been several minutes but the pleasure was becoming too much. The warm wetness of her mouth, the sound, the desire to drown in the ecstasy; it was too much. Ruby could feel him start to twitch throb violently.

“Ruby! Move, I’m about to-”

He couldn’t finish his warning, not that it mattered. Ruby ignored his plea to move and took him as far she could go. Letting spurts of cum coat her mouth. Three, no, four strong shots fire off. The taste was way stronger than before and frankly, she’s surprised she didn’t choke. Slowly she came back up while cleaning off the tip just for flare. Adding a pop right at the end before swallowing.

Ruby scrunched her face. “Ugh! That was tougher than I would’ve liked it to be. Not as bad as Velvet described though.”

Jaune was still catching his breath but that caught his attention. “Velvet?”

“Yeah, she was one of the few people I felt comfortable discussing stuff like this with. Tips, tricks, feelings. That kind of stuff.”

“What kind of tricks?” He said with a huskiness that gave Ruby chills.

She smiled as she noticed Jaune was still fully erect. Ruby took his hands and slid them up her thighs. Guiding them towards her more than soaked panties and pulling them down until she freed one of her legs from the soiled cloth. Jaune felt a lump in his throat as he watched the reaper hover right over the tip; he could already feel the immense heat of the girl about to ride him.

They locked eyes for a moment. A nod was given to one other before Ruby impaled herself onto him a little faster than he thought. It took all he had to not to thrust upwards automatically. It only took a moment later before Ruby managed to take him all the way to base. A deep moan came from both of them in shared bliss. Ruby never felt so full, and Jaune never felt this...invigorated.

“You need a minute?” He was hoping for a no.

He got it that answer in the form of Ruby rocking her hips back and forth. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“Damn right you will!” Ruby immediately started picking up the pace.

Jaune felt her coil around him tightly and he couldn’t resist grabbing her ass and timing his thrusts upwards with her movements. Pleasure wasn’t enough to describe what Ruby was feeling. Each thrust rubbed and spread her sensitive walls in a way her fingers or toy ever could. Her crush’s shear length and girth being more than she’s dared take. He had to be a least seven inches and Ruby was feeling all of it.

Her body leaned forward and her right arm braced herself against the tree as her hips kept moving. Making her feel even more turned on as she started hearing the vulgar wet sounds of Jaune pounding into her. His hot breath hitting her still exposed nipples only added to the moment.

“Fuck...ah! Jaune this feels great!” She managed to get out before more longer, lustful moans came from her lips.

He wasn’t used to hearing Ruby curse, or making any of these noises for that matter. It only added to his fire. Yeah he felt good but he definitely wanted to make her feel even better. He tightened his grip on her and started thrusting even harder. Earning ‘eeps’ and ‘ahhh’ frequently. Jaune couldn’t help but watch Ruby leave a trail of her own slick juices as he could feel himself kiss against the entrance of her womb. A grimm could pop out of nowhere right now and he wouldn’t care. He was going to fuck Ruby until she was satisfied.

Satisfaction was met at least fifteen thrusts ago. Ruby felt like her grip on the tree could wrip the bark off of it right now. She had stopped trying to suppress the urge to moan and did it freely with every subtle shift Jaune made inside her. All of her concentration was put into lasting as long as she could, which was far easier said than done. Practically every other thrust grinder just right across the girl’s sensitive clit to the point she could feel the energy in her body threatening to burn out. Even Jaune could notice her hip movements progressively getting sloppier.

“Cum whenever you’d like!” Jaune wasn’t sure if he said for himself or to Ruby. Hopefully one would lead to the other in due time.

“You first!” Ruby said with a bite in her voice that was almost nonexistent. She didn’t know why but something told her to look downwards while she continued riding him. The boy’s eyes were almost mesmerized by the orbs of flesh jiggling in front of him. Ruby was having enough trouble handling the boy but this was about to make her feel like she was soaring.

Jaune opened his mouth and latched onto Ruby’s right nipple again. Her whole body felt like it had basically shut down after receiving rather ravenous licks. Her mouth opened but no words came out as she began to melt with pleasure. Too overwhelmed to move, Jaune leaned forward until she was on her back screaming as he kept pumping powerful strokes into her. Ruby’s back arched and her limbs wrapped around him while his mouth stayed busy on her chest. Her inner walls started to spasm relentlessly until Jaune could barely think. He could keep himself reaching his limit.

“I can’t go any longer!”

Ruby held on to him tightly. “Inside! I want all of you!

He couldn’t find it in himself to deny her request. Jaune thrusted into Ruby four more times before he couldn’t hold back anymore. Ruby’s blushes darkened as she felt Jaune unload inside of her, tipping over the edge once again. Her body shuddered violently and milked Jaune of everything he had to give. She felt every twitch and spurt into which only aided in riding out her orgasm. Any strength Jaune had to support himself had left his body. He didn’t want to lady on top of Ruby but he found himself doing that exact thing.

Ruby watched the boy fall forward on top of her. His chest heaving in synch with hers. ‘He’s lighter than I expected.’ Ruby combined his hair through her fingers. He wasn’t the only one feeling exhausted. Ruby would not have mind staying like this forever. It was taking a lot of strength to not pass out; that would be bad for a number of reasons. It took even more strength to not pour her heart out to him right now.

Jaune somehow managed to lift his head from the girl’s soft chest and looked at her, still completely drained. “Still stressed?”

“Is it wrong I wanna say yes for the fun of it?” Ruby chuckled. “What about you?”

“If I wasn’t tired from traveling then I’d still be moaning your name.”

“Oh, well then...hehe.” It was hard to look at him. “I’m glad I could make you feel that way.”

Ruby tried her best not to overreact or ruin this moment. Her head was swimming with feelings for him to the point she wondered how the words ‘I love you’ didn’t come out when he was giving her the most intense orgasm of her life.

It was a little frustrating to say the least. But that changed the moment she felt his hand grab ahold of hers. Jaune had gotten on his hands and knees right over her and rested his forward right on Ruby’s. She couldn’t help but get lost in those pools of blue for a moment.

“Ruby…?”

“Y...Yes….?” The gentleness of his voice has stolen away all of her confidence.

“I….” he chewed on his lip for a moment to calm his anxiety. “I don’t think I can say it yet, but I hope you know that…” Jaune looked away from Ruby’s eyes. She could feel his hands tremble.

He might not have said it but Ruby’s heart skipped a beat nonetheless. Their feelings were mutual. Ruby reached for his face.

“Jaune, look at me.” She waited patiently before his eyes focused on her again. “Take all the time you need. Until then, I just won’t say it either.” Ruby flashed a smile, “don’t wanna add unnecessary stress right?”

“Stress is the last thing you give me.” Jaune said quietly, as if he was telling her a secret.

Ruby slightly tilted her head up and Jaune read the message clearly, pressing his lips against hers. As far as Ruby was concerned, she could wait a lifetime to hear Jaune say those three special words. She could hear it loud and clear with this kiss, and the many more to come.

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #renora #rwby lancaster #rwby ships

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Living Life Through a Lens: Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter 23: You Always Did Look Good in Chanel

Word Count: 8.9K

Warnings: smut

A/N: Hello! Just a heads up. This entire chapter is filled with moments throughout the series between Y/N and Jennie that I didn't know where to fit. Some of which you have only seen from Y/N’s perspective. As I was writing the ending (which is already 6k words long, fck), I went looking through all my drafts, and there were so many points in the story where I wish you could have read from Jennie’s perspective. So that’s what this whole chapter is going to be! I hope you enjoy it.

[7:55 AM KST. Just before the meeting in which Y/N meets Blackpink]

“Jennie! Hurry up! The van is already downstairs, we're going to be late!” you heard Jisoo yell. From where the noise was coming from, you gathered that she was still in her room. You were thankful that she always warned you when it was time to leave, but not when you were just about to do your eyeliner.

Stopping and glancing over, you saw that she too was still getting ready, and so you went back to taking your time. When you were satisfied with how everything looked, you put on some perfume and walked out of your room. At the same time, you and Jisoo both made your way to the front door, and saw Rosé and Lisa already standing there with their shoes on.

Today, you and the members had a meeting with a new director that was supposedly going to film your daily life as well as your life on tour for the next couple of months. Yesterday you and the members spent a few hours watching their previously released documentaries, but you fell asleep. And so, you were a bit worried with the lack of background knowledge, but trusted that the members would catch you up to speed.

Once you were settled in the van and on the way, you noticed that there was something eerie about the drive on your way to work; so quiet and peaceful. Oddly, there was no traffic, and every light had turned green at exactly the right moment for you to pass through. Everything was going perfectly smooth. In less than twenty minutes, which was how long it usually took, you arrived at the front gates of YG.

Approaching the front gates, you saw a crowd of people gathered around. Some of them for you, but some of them had signs for a Y/N Y/L/N? It was all very fast, but you also managed to see a billboard with a picture of you and the members. On it read, BLINKS DEMAND FOR BLACKPINK, written in big white letters. Soon Blinks. We’re coming soon, we have so much planned for you. You thought to yourself.

Like you had done at least a thousand times before, you exited the van and headed into YG. While doing so, you heard the screams of the fans on the way in, but knowing full well of YG’s protocol, you couldn’t stop and had to keep walking. In the elevator on the way up to the meeting you heard your song, Playing with Fire, playing through the speakers. It was Lisa’s verse that was playing and when you looked over at Lisa, she was doing the choreography in hopes of trying to get Jisoo and Rosé to laugh, but before they could the doors of the elevator opened.

Walking with your members alongside you, and your managers in front, you made your way over to the conference room. As you passed the frosty glass wall of the room, you could see that there were a few people already inside. Shit, did I really make us late? Is our boss already in there? Shit. Shit. Shit.

Immediately as you entered, your whole being seemed to gravitate toward one person who was standing on the other side of the room. Looking her up and down you saw that she had her hair tied up, wore a white top, corset, and some blue jeans. And from where you currently stood you could only see her side profile. When she turned and you were able to get a good look at her face, you recognized her. Y/N Y/L/N? As in… the woman from Paris Fashion Week? Am I seeing things? Why– How– You look so– wow.

As you watched Jisoo go to hug Y/N first, you automatically followed and did the same. Pulling her in for a hug, you smelt and recognized her perfume right away. Because it smelled exactly like yours. I think I love you. I didn’t say that out loud, right? Focus Jennie!

“Oh my gosh, this only happens in my dreams,” Y/N said as she hugged Rosé, causing everyone in the room to laugh.

Throughout the entire meeting you could only focus on Y/N. Thinking about how simple yet beautiful her features were. How she was here in front of you. How out of all people, she was the one that your company decided to work with. How. How. And Why.

Even the way she explained things was beautiful to you. She had just the right amount of seriousness, but also the right amount of humour. It had only been a few minutes, but you were convinced that anything and everything she did was just… beautiful.

Is she real? Stop staring! Am I allowed to like you Y/N? Is this appropriate? Wait, what did she just say? Phase one… What was that? What? I get to spend the next year with you? How do I tell the members? Phase two. So many words! Wait for me Y/N!

…

[6:45 PM NZST. Y/N and Jennie fool around at the art exhibit]

“Are you upset about the painting being sold?” Y/N asked while tilting her head in a way so that she could look at your face.

When your eyes met, you tried your best not to shy away from her and looked at her as you answered. With your other members around, her attention had to be divided between the four of you, but now that it was just you two alone, you found yourself a nervous wreck just trying to look at her in conversation.

Quickly you gathered yourself and turned to look at her instead of the ground. Reassuring her by saying, “no not at all! Sorry. I just– I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, so my head is all over the place… Shall we continue looking at the other art pieces?” Smooth Jennie. Smooth.

Y/N must have sensed your nervousness and so she gave you a warm smile, and said “sure.”

Thankfully, she didn’t ask why you weren't able to get sleep the night before, and continued on walking. How could you possibly tell her that she was all you thought about, without freaking her out? You thought back to yesterday when you had hugged her from behind, and the face she made when she flinched and turned around to look at you. That alone made you want to crawl into a ball and hide in a very dark corner.

For the past week you have been trying everything to let her know you were interested in her, but she wasn’t biting, or when she did make a move, she was reluctant. You were so sure that she was flirting back. They could have been slightly biased, but even each of your members had said something about it a couple days before. Were you just rushing things? Was she not interested in you? Or was it all a friendly game to her? Either way you had to find out, if not for the sake of your own curiosity then your business relationship; you just weren’t exactly sure how.

Just then, you both walked into the only dark room in the whole exhibit. There was no one in it, and so you both hesitated and swiftly stepped out of it. Every room you had been in previously so far had been well lit, but this one was dark and the only source of light came from a bright pink neon sign that hung on the wall. It read: it was always you.

Surely this was a part of the exhibit. Having both decided that it was safe to enter, an idea popped up into your head as you looked at the bright neon sign once again. So very quickly before Y/N could walk away from it, you pushed her in front of it to capture a photo.

“Will you at least let me see the photo? It’s the least you could do after almost killing me,” Y/N said as she slowly made her way toward you. Fixing her messed up hair as she did.

Both of you gasped when you discovered that it was a well taken photo, despite it being taken in a rush. It was slightly blurry, but the neon sign was clear enough to read in the background, and Y/N had on the brightest smile you had ever seen in your life. The perfect candid shot.

“What is that?” you asked while squinting to look at a large box that sat upright on the other side of the room.

Y/N looked and squinted too before saying, “oh it’s a photo booth!”

And before you knew it, she took your hand in hers and was pulling you toward the opposite end of the room. It was a tight space, but you both fit snugly inside. Was this meant for a single person? You were only a few inches apart, and as the time passed, you could feel your heart begin to beat harder and harder in your chest. To avoid Y/N from noticing it, you pressed the large red button in front of you, and suddenly there was a robotic voice that started counting down from the number three. Throwing the both of you into a panic. Well this is a photo booth Jennie… what were you expecting to happen?

Just before the countdown hit one, you mentioned to make a funny face. When it took the photo and started counting down again, you two settled on smiling at the camera normally. Looking at the screen it showed three empty slots, indicating that there were three photos left for you to take. Why is this so stressful?

For the third photo you posed randomly, and while looking at the screen instead of the camera, for a brief moment you saw Y/N just stare at you. As the countdown began again, you expected her to follow suit and strike a pose, but she didn’t. She sat there staring at you as the flash went off, making your heart melt. Why are you staring at me? Do you stare at all your friends this way?

The fourth photo was of you two staring at each other and laughing. And after the flash went off, there was yet another countdown. What to do for the last photo… What to do… How do I– ah. Okay, this will answer my question.

Without any hesitation or care for what would happen after, you grabbed Y/N’s head and firmly planted a kiss on her cheek. This time she didn’t flinch at the contact or pull away. Instead you felt her face scrunch up, and her hands grab a hold of your wrists. Her skin felt soft, and she smelled like the perfume that you knew all too well.

Unsure if you were just imagining things, but the timer seemed to wind down slower, and with each passing moment you could feel the heat rise up in your cheeks. Thank goodness these photos are in black and white.

The flash went off and still you remained. It wasn’t your fault; her cheeks were just so… kissable. In your mind you swore it was the hardest thing you had to do in a while, but you managed to pull away, and just like that, it was all over.

Suddenly, before either of you could say a word, you heard the sound of what you figured was the curtain being drawn back, at a great speed. Whipping your head back to see who it was, you immediately saw Lisa there. She was jumping up and down all the while shouting the words ‘I was right’ over and over again. Rosé and Jisoo were both behind her clearly not as pleased with the result.

I love you all so dearly… but you guys have the absolute worst timing, you thought.

…

[8:34 AM EST. After Y/N and Jennie decide to be together officially]

Despite it being early in the morning, it was still a bit dark in the house as you made your way down the stairs. So cold too, causing you to fold your sweater and even your arms closed against your body. Each step you took down the stairs was a new and even colder surface for your feet, and so when you saw a pair of slippers waiting for you at the bottom, you picked up the pace at which you descended and quickly shoved your feet inside them.

Y/N was already up and making breakfast for you both. You were only a few feet away from the kitchen and you could hear the clattering of utensils, sizzling sounds of food, and even a few curses mixed in between. When you finally were in the doorway of the kitchen, you looked over and saw Y/N. She had her back facing you as she cooked something on the stove, so very quickly and quietly you walked over to her and hugged her from behind. This time she didn’t flinch.

Automatically, your head rested in the spot between her shoulder blades, and somehow knowing exactly what you wanted to do, she lifted her elbows to allow for your hands to make their way to the front of her stomach. Your fingers now interlocked, and you stood there attached.

It was a close second to being your favourite spot in the whole wide world. No. It was for sure your favourite spot in the whole world. While closing your eyes, you felt the vibrations coming from her back as she spoke. It was mumbled, but you assumed it was something along the lines of “good morning. Would you like some coffee?”,which is what she always said when you two did this in the morning. Before Y/N, you hated waking up so early in the mornings, but lately it was something you looked forward to each night you laid your head to rest. A peaceful breakfast with Y/N. Even better sometimes, was when Lex and the members would join, and you would all sit around the table.

Lost in your thoughts, you felt her push back against you. You didn’t let go and stayed attached firmly on her back. You followed her as she walked the both of you to the other side of the kitchen island, placing some scrambled eggs on both of your plates. After setting the pan down, with her hands she unlatched yours that were around her waist and turned around. “Shall we eat?” she asked.

In the middle of your breakfast, you felt Y/N put her hands on your chair to pull you closer toward her. She got real close and said, “so I thought I would give Lex a break. I was thinking of risking it and venturing out into the nearest town to buy some groceries myself… would you like to come?” As she asked, she placed her hands on your thighs.

Double meaning. I know what you’re doing, and it’s not going to work. You thought, and so, challenging her you got even closer and whispered, “I would love to.”

…

“Rosie would like these,” you said as you threw a few bags of potato chips in the cart and continued to push along the aisle.

Y/N, who was looking at her checklist, looked over at what you had thrown in the cart and just laughed. “It’s Rosé this time? Not Jisoo? Or Lisa? Babe… the least you could do is come up with a better lie. I know she doesn’t eat those kinds of snacks, so just say they’re for you. I’m going to buy them regardless. I’ll buy you a whole cart’s worth if that’s what you want.”

Peering inside the cart, it was already full, and you and Y/N had so far only made it through half of the aisles in the store. Y/N had taken you to a tiny grocery store run by a local couple, who seemed peculiarly friendly. But then again, you remembered that everyone here was too friendly.

Walking up and down the aisles you thought about what had happened when you two had first walked in together. The couple immediately noticed Y/N, and got to talking. On accident they called you Irene, which you politely ignored and let them think you were, that is until Y/N introduced you properly. “Ah no. This is Jennie. My ne– my girlfriend,” she stuttered. You smiled back at her as she continued talking to the couple. My girlfriend. Can you say that again?

After Y/N was done catching up, you two went up and down the aisles throwing everything that had caught your eye into the cart. Snapping back into focus, you looked at Y/N as she tried strategically placing some bottles of soda into the overflowing cart. “Okay so I think we have everythin– no wait. One last thing, Rosé said she wanted strawberries. Would you mind getting them while I fix this mess?” Y/N asked as she had her hands full trying to stop a few things from falling out of the cart.

She didn’t have to ask as you were already making your way out of the aisle, but before leaving you said, “okay I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere, okay? Stay here.”

It was a running joke. The members had said something about you two never being apart for no longer than five minutes, and so, you two always said the exact same thing before leaving one another’s sight.

Stubbornly, you stood there waiting for her to say something back. You chuckled as you saw her struggling to keep everything in the cart still. When she turned her attention to look at you instead of the overflowing cart, she had a clear look of distress on her face, but still managed to crack a smile. “I– H– How? Go where? And why would I ever leave without you? Now go please!”

//

[11:04 AM KST. South Korea. Phase two. Filming Jennie’s day-to-day]

It was about the third day into filming your daily schedule with Y/N, and although she held a camera up to film every single thing you did, you were just glad to be in her presence. While away in Japan you were positive that time went by slower over there, but now being back in Korea, with the tour just around the corner, everything was coming at you at full speed. The time apart not only forced you to focus on work, but made you think of what your life was like before Y/N. Having been attached at the hip in the last few months, it would take some getting used to; especially since your days quite literally began and ended with her.

Filming one on one with Y/N was a different dynamic. It wasn’t easy. Particularly the interview session. Being asked questions under bright lights with at least half a dozen cameras recording you from different angles was overwhelming. So having your girlfriend be there to ask you the questions was even harder. She didn’t go easy on you either, some you didn't have to think twice about and could answer quickly, but others dove deep and caught you off guard.

However, you would take what you were currently doing over the interviews any day. What did she call it? B-roll? Before you did anything, Y/N made you explain very briefly what it was that you were doing and then told you to go about it as if she weren’t there. Since you talked to her so much, you found that it was a hard thing to do. In fact, you had already done it a couple of times, and each time, Y/N would have to cut.

Today, your schedule consisted of conducting research. When Y/N had asked you to explain what that meant, you told her, or really the camera, that in order to keep up with the latest fashion trends, you had to go out and look firsthand. To see and feel the quality of the clothes and accessories you needed to stay up to date; research. And each time you explained, you could see her roll her eyes behind the camera.

While walking through all the stores along with your stylist, Y/N lagged behind recording the things you did. With her eyes practically glued to the monitor, you sometimes found her walking into the displays scattered all throughout the store. Earning a laugh from you in the process.

“This is nice– oh and this one and– this one too– omg no this,” you said as you looked through all the clothes on the rack.

“Y/N, doesn’t thi– Crap. Sorry.” The minute you said her name, you apologized for what was probably the 1000th time.

“Cut,” Y/N said while pinching the space in between her eyes.

After placing the camera down on one of the tables in the store, she walked over to you and put both of her hands on your shoulders. Looking you dead in the eyes she said, “Jennie. Please. You. Cannot. Look. Into. The. Camera. Or. Speak. To. Me.” Emphasizing every word.

“Should I just have my assistant record instead?” she asked.

“No! I’ll try harder. Just– It’s so hard not to talk to you when you’re standing right there,” you whined as she walked away.

Y/N picked up the camera again. Before pressing record and signalling to her camera assistant, she said, “just forget that I’m even here.”

Forget you? Never.

…

“Okay I think we got all the shots. We’re done for the week.” Y/N said as she handed her camera over to her assistant, who then proceeded to place it carefully into a padded box.

You couldn’t believe that everything was done, “That’s it? We’re done? Like forever?” you asked just to make sure.

After Y/N could confirm something with her team, they all packed up in the van and left you both behind which had you confused. When she turned around and saw the puzzled look on your face, she said, “yes we’re done. At least with the one-on-one. Filming will start again once the concerts start.”

Still confused, you looked at her and asked “but– our ride?”

While she looped her arm through yours, she pulled you along and started walking along the road. “We’re done early. I thought we could enjoy some time to ourselves. Go for a walk, maybe eat, and shop without an excuse?”

“It wasn’t an excuse! It was research! And how about security?” you asked while looking behind and around you.

“They will meet us at the place we’re going for lunch. For about fifteen minutes you have me alone,” she said as she smiled and winked.

“It’s okay. I only need five,” you said proudly. Seconds later when she figured out what you meant, she let go and crossed her arms over her body.

After the joke was over, Y/N returned to you and automatically her fingers entwined with yours. While walking down the road, you noticed that it was a quiet afternoon, and everything around you had a certain peacefulness to it. Almost nobody was around except for a few shop owners, you and Y/N. The sun was out and there were just enough clouds in the sky to keep it from scorching your skin. It wasn’t humid outside either, and there was a nice breeze too, which was oddly a nice addition to the faint sounds of the highway that you could hear nearby.

“Do you think we would have met someplace else? Like if I didn’t take this job?”

The question came out of nowhere, but because you’ve thought about it before, you already had an answer. “Of course. Another fashion show maybe… or something along the lines of that. Do you?” you asked.

“I thought of that too–” when she cut herself off, you looked over at her and then over at what caught her attention. Up ahead you saw a few paparazzi get out of a van. Instantly she pulled you into another alleyway all the while yelling, “alright I guess we’re going to have to take another route, we gotta run!”

Although it was of no help for either of you to scream, you two did so anyway while running away from the paparazzi. Everything about your life that you thought was negative or even thought of as a slight inconvenience, Y/N always found a way to turn it around and make it interesting and enjoyable; she had a positive impact on just about every aspect of your life.

Let’s do this forever, okay Y/N?

//

[3:30 PM KST. South Korea. After Y/N gifts Jennie her painting]

You and Y/N were lying down side by side in a field, soaking up the sun. It was a few hours after lunch, and you planned a relaxing afternoon picnic in the park. Touring was just about to start, and although you would be together, it was important to fit in times like this where you weren’t expected to work, but just relax and have a good time. But sitting around and doing nothing quickly got boring and you decided to do something that was much more stimulating… according to Y/N, that meant renting bikes, and going for a ride around the park.

“Last one to that large rock over there is a loser!” you heard Y/N shout as she zoomed past you on a bike; her laugh getting quieter as she furiously pedalled away from you.

Right away your competitive nature kicked in, and you started pedaling faster in an effort to catch up to her. Each time you got close, she would look back and pedal even harder, making the gap between you wider. She was toying with you, which only made you want to beat her even more.

However, the race was quickly cut short because something either got caught in your gears or your tire collided with something awkwardly, which caused you to fly off your bike. As you hit the ground, your hands scraped along the gravel and in turn slowed you down to a stop.

Sitting up on the ground, you held your hands out in front of you and rested them on top of your knees. With all the adrenaline that was coursing through your veins, your arms shook and your fingers kept twitching.

There was a stinging pain that was coming from your hands, and when you turned them over, you immediately saw red start to drip down from the clearly torn skin. You winced as you carefully flicked some of the tiny rocks away from the scarred tissue.

While you were occupied with cleaning your wounds, you heard another bike fall to the ground next to you, and saw Y/N slide over to where you were on the ground. She saw the blood that was streaming down from your hands, and then quickly patted down the rest of your body to check for any other wounds. A look of worry covered her face as she checked you and asked if you were hurt anywhere else. When she realized that the cuts in the palm of your hands were the only injury, she right away took them in hers; trying her best to clean the dirt and rocks that covered the palms of your hands.

Y/N’s gripped tightened around your wrist as you tried to pull your hands away. “It doesn’t hurt. It’s fine, Y/N. Just a couple scratches,” you tried reassuring her, but the concerned look on her face didn’t go away.

It took a few minutes to get the dirt and rocks out. She did everything from blowing to pouring water over the wound. “Okay that hurts,” you said as the stream of water hit your palms. There wasn’t much blood, but still you could see a tinge of red as it continued to make its way down the rest of your arm.

Once Y/N was sure you were okay and that the wound was as clean as it could be, you two sat there for a while. The both of you sat there on the gravel road, with Y/N’s bike lying on the ground in front of you; yours just a couple meters out to the left of you. From where you sat, you looked at and examined your bike. What the hell got in the way?

Your thoughts were immediately interrupted when you heard what sounded like muffled laughter coming from Y/N. Looking over, you watched her shoulders bounce up and down. “Why are you laughing?” you asked.

She turned around, and you swear you meant to listen to her, but the sun was hitting her face at all the right angles, and suddenly you couldn’t understand the words that were coming out of her mouth. She was beautiful, sure. And yes, it was her features that initially drew you to her, but what she was most beautiful for, was the way she always made sure that everyone around her was looked after before she thought about herself. She was beautiful for the way she encouraged Lisa’s jokes and indulged her in her sometimes not-so-comedic antics. Beautiful for belting out the lyrics to the songs that were playing in the dorm with Rosé, and even beautiful when her eyebrows were permanently furrowed in an intense battle of Mario Kart with Jisoo.So, although it wasn’t wrong to call her that for something as vain such as her looks; it was wrong to say that that was the onlything that made her beautiful. Her character, her personality… the way she did things, was what made her most beautiful to you. But in this light, you couldn’t help but appreciate the way she looked.

Snapping out of the trance you were in; you were luckily able to catch her at the last bit. “You were so close to me, and then all of sudden… you weren’t. How did you manage to land so far away from your bike?”

Giving her an annoyed look and exaggerating what had happened you said, “your girlfriend is catapulted off of her bike, going at least a billion kilometers an hour… landing on the rough gravel road. Only to start bleeding out. I could have died, and you have the audacity to laugh at me?”

“Baby I love you… but don’t you think you’re being just a tad bit dramatic?” she asked.

What did you just say? When you didn’t answer her question, she turned to look at you totally unphased by what she had just said. “You love me?”

“Did I say that?” Y/N asked as she turned to look at something on the ground.

Oh hell no. You’re going to look at me when you answer me. It took some time, but eventually you were able to get up from off the ground. Not having the ability to use your hands made everything so much more difficult. Staggering from side to side in an effort to get up on your feet, everything felt sore.

Y/N was still turned away from you, so she didn’t see you coming when you took a seat on top of her legs. In all the times you had done this before, she would protest and try to push you off, but this time she remained motionless looking at the ground. Still no eye contact.

At this very moment, you were so sure that this was your favourite thing in the whole wide world; sitting on Y/N’s lap while she was clearly a nervous mess underneath you. Carefully and with your longest fingers, you put them underneath her chin and guided her head so that she was now looking at you in the eyes. “Y/N…” you trailed off. You were going to make sure she heard everything you said.

“Uh huh?”

“Do. You. Love. Me?” you asked. Enunciating each word slowly.

Again, she tried to look away, but your grip tightened around her chin. Causing you to feel the stinging pain in your palm come back as you tensed the muscles in your hand, but you didn't care.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” you asked.

“Yes. I do love you Jennie Kim.” Her eyes never once left yours as the words left her mouth.

Seven words. Seven words was all it took to have you feeling like you were on top of the world. Everything around you was… better. The sky was bluer, the grass was greener, the sun yellower. The sounds of the birds in the trees around you… clearer. Even the air that you were breathing in felt cleaner. “Sorry… can you say that one more time?” you asked while tilting your ear closer to her mouth.

She knew you had heard her, and so after letting out a sigh, she said, “I. Love. You.”

Without hesitating you said, “I love you too, Y/N.”

I love you so much.

//

[7:20 PM CST. Taipei. Getting ready before leaving to go on stage]

“Like right… here,” you said as you guided your makeup artists’ hand closer toward your inner eye; she held the brush and was about to add a little bit of colour to even out both of your eyes.

Currently, a number of people stood around you. With your makeup artist on one side, your hairstylist behind you, and a seamstress kneeling on the ground fixing the outfit you had on, there really wasn’t much breathing room.

You couldn’t turn around, but by squinting hard enough and looking in the mirror, you read the clock; you had just a half hour before you had to leave for the stage. Today was your last concert of the first leg of the tour. Even more special about tonight was that Y/N was here, and you two had finally worked through your issues. However, that wasn’t to say that you didn’t enjoy every concert you put on, because you did. Y/N being here, just made everything better.

The team around you all stepped back and gave space for you to get in one last look in the mirror; all of you double checking to see if everything was okay. While doing so, you saw Y/N standing there eyeing you in the background. She smiled and started making her way over to you once she realized you were looking at her too.

“Do you mind if I have this?” she asked while toying with the roll of ribbon in her hands. Your stylist that was kneeling on the ground in between you two quickly glanced over to see what she was referring to and said that she could.

What on Earth are you going to do with that? you questioned.

…

Walking down the hallway of the hotel, you said goodnight to each of the girls on the way to your own room. Like always, there was an assigned hotel room order. It went as follows: Lisa, Rosé, Jisoo, yours and then finally Y/N’s.

To you, your members seemed exhausted, and rightfully so. Thus, this time you kept your goodnight greeting relatively short. You, on the other hand, were still wired from the concert. It was rare, but it happened from time to time nonetheless. It probably had to do something with Y/N being back.

With your foot holding the door of your hotel room open, and your grip around the handle of your suitcase, you waited for Y/N to kiss you goodnight before returning to her room. During your discussion at the amusement park a few days ago, you two decided that you would sleep in separate rooms when it came to tour, but if you really needed each other, your doors were always open. However, this time she didn’t ask, or much less give you a warning before pulling you toward her room.

As you were being dragged along, you heard the door you were holding open shut behind you, and the things in your suitcase jumble around. “Y/N, if you’re going to yank my arm out of its socket. Next time give me a warning,” you said quietly.

Before ushering you inside her room, in a serious but quiet voice she said, “stop complaining.”

As soon as the door closed behind you both, Y/N turned the lock on the door and flipped the door stopper up. I guess I’m sleeping in here tonight? You were confused but the thought alone made you smile.

“Leave your suitcase here and sit on the bed.” Was all she said as she kneeled on the ground, digging around for something in her suitcase; every movement of hers was rough.

Stopping to look at what she was doing on the way to the bed, she looked up at the same time and you shot her a questioning look. Very scarily, she said nothing and pointed to the bed, causing your heart rate to instantly pick up. Are you mad at me? What is going on?

If you were being honest, how Y/N’s nature could change so quickly was frightening yet fascinating to you. For the vast majority of the time she was friendly and delightful as could be, but on the off chance, she was capable of being the exact opposite; everything about her was alluring, especially at this very moment.

From your current view on the edge of the bed, you leaned off to the right and watched as she pulled the same roll of white ribbon she had asked your stylist for just a couple of hours ago– as well as a blindfold? You didn’t want to make any assumptions, but the thoughts in your head ran wild. If your heart wasn’t beating fast before, surely it was now. Nervously, you gulped as she stood up and walked toward you.

Your eyes never once left her face. Even when she threw the items on the bed, or when you felt the bed sink a little bit as she moved to rest her arms on the bed beside both of your legs. Her lips looked so inviting that it was hard for you to look at anything else.

She got real close to your face, and while staring at each other's lips, you read hers as she said, “this is only going to work if you listen to me. Don’t question me or my decisions. Can you do that for me?”

Unable to speak you simply nodded, and only then did she continue. Firstly, she put the blindfold on, and then asked for you to put your wrists together and extend them outward toward her. With your sense of sight now gone, everything else was heightened. Touch, smell, hearing… and although she didn’t give you a reason just yet, you were sure that your sense of taste would be heightened too.

Very clearly could you hear the sound of something being unravelled, and quickly you were able to gather that it was the ribbon she had in her hands earlier. Seconds later, you felt the silky-smooth texture of fabric being wrapped and tied around both of your wrists. It wasn’t loose, nor was it too tight.

“Tug on your wrists for me.”

Silently you sat there and did what she asked of you. In your head you debated over whether or not you would defy Y/N on purpose, just to see what would happen, but for now you listened. The moment she was satisfied, she pushed to lie you down on the bed and got on top of you. Underneath her weight, you felt secure.

So this is what it feels like when I straddle you? I could get used to this.

You couldn’t help but chuckle and try to play it off as a cough, but Y/N caught on anyway and asked what was so funny.

“Nothing,” you said.

Roughly, with one of her hands she got a hold of your wrists and moved to pin them down on the sheets right above your head. In both arousal and frustration, you let out a sigh which was cut short when Y/N attached her lips to your neck. She knew you all too well, and went straight for the spot that made you ache in the place where you needed her the most. With her other hand, you could feel her start to unbutton your shirt.

It had been so long at this point that everything felt good, and each time it got to be too much, the grip she had pinning your wrists down had to be increased. “Keep your hands above your head. The moment they come down or touch me, everything stops. Do you understand?” she asked; her voice still stern.

You nodded, but that wouldn’t cut it this time as she asked again. “I understand,” you were able to choke out.

With the help of her warm breath to tell you where she was headed, she stopped at your now exposed chest. Taking her sweet time to run over both of your nipples with her tongue. You sucked in a deep breath, but still, you kept your wrists above your head. Keep them there Jennie. Keep. Them. There.

She travelled further down, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your torso. Each one wetter than the last. You were growing impatient and you were positive that Y/N knew it too, because each time she stopped, you could feel her smile against your skin. “Y/N please,” you begged. Unsure if you were allowed to speak at all. She didn’t say I couldn’t right? Fuck. What were the rules?

You heard her ask, “please what?”

Shuddering underneath her as she asked you the question. You hadn’t realized, but she was right back up next to your ear within seconds. “It’s been a long day… I put on a good show. Don’t you think I deserve to be rewarded?”

She gave you a quick kiss and hovered over your lips. “You do baby… but who says I can’t have a little fun?”

“Me.” Your answer was short and rude, but you made sure to give her a nice smile as you said it.

Suddenly you felt Y/N get off, and before you could begin to apologize, you felt her hands pull off the sweatpants and panties you had on. Oh good. You’re not stopping.

The air conditioning in the room was on, so you felt the tiny hairs on your legs rise, as they were exposed to the cold air.

“I’ll let that one go and pretend you never said it.”

Y/N continued on with her painstakingly slow exploration, which only made you feel more annoyed and agitated, but you bit your lip to avoid voicing your opinion. It was too soon to push her buttons, and you couldn’t risk her stopping. Not when you were just getting started.

Every little noise was clear to you. The creaking noises that the bed made, her slow and steady breathing, and even the simple sounds of skin moving against the hotel sheets.

All the while you were taking everything in, you felt Y/N reattach her lips to the soft spot on your neck. At the same time, one of her hands moved down to your already wet core. Before her fingers could dip inside, she teased you by sliding her fingers up and down, letting only the tips of her fingers do the work; gathering your growing arousal. It drove you insane. “Y/N please just fuck me already.”

She didn’t say anything and instead responded by pushing two of her fingers inside you, it was simple, yet just enough to coax a ragged breath from you and have your body arch off the bed. With her fingers moving in and out of you at a steady pace, it didn’t take you long to have you moaning underneath her. “Jennie, we're in a hotel, remember? You have to keep it down.”

Out of breath you said, “then kiss me.”

You could have sworn that Y/N was supposed to be in charge, but everything you asked for, she willingly gave in.

Maybe I should just listen… It’s not so bad.

As her fingers pumped in and out of you, your tongues moved together in a sensual rhythm. Your moans now being muffled by her mouth that was busy over yours.

Her motions were patternless which drove you to the edge even faster. One moment she was going so deep to the point where the palm of her hand stopped her, and at another, she could be paying attention to your clit; rubbing fast paced circles around it.

Eventually it all got to be too much, and when you came, you did everything but bring your wrists down. “Fuck bab–” your words were immediately cut off by her lips once again. Anything from pulling on the restraints, biting onto her lip, clamping your legs together to keep her from pulling away, you rode out your long awaited orgasm.

Once she was sure you weren’t going to yell out anymore, she pulled away but still kept her palm firmly resting against you. Through the pressure, you felt the pulsing sensation of your clit. When her fingers started moving again, you were quickly thrown back in.

“We’re not done yet my love. But before we start again, let’s take this off just so you can watch me clean up,” she whispered into your ear. The sternness in her voice now gone, and replaced by something that was much more lustful and seductive.

She pulled off the blindfold. The room wasn’t at all bright when you first entered. It was only being lit by a single lamp that was in the far corner of the room, but it took a few seconds for your eyes to adjust. After blinking a few times, you wanted to take a moment and stare at Y/N, but she was already moving down to your legs.

Her left arm firmly wrapped around your leg, which was most likely to keep you from moving. You couldn’t see it of course, but with her free hand she readily went back to work. Surely it was counterintuitive for her to be pumping in and out of you, hitting all the right spots, all the while she was lapping up your juices and teasing the bud of your clit with her tongue. But you couldn’t care less, it felt good, and you sure as hell weren’t going to be the one that would tell her to stop. What she was doing was perfect, and in record time, she once again had you closely approaching the edge.

Naturally, each time she fucked you like this, she learned what you liked the most, and so the minute you both felt and saw her tongue give you that one last lick, it was over for you.

Your second orgasm was more overwhelming than the last, and instinctively you threw your head back against the sheets, arched your back, and clamped your legs around her head. What was different this time around was that your vision blurred around the edges, and with Y/N down near your ankles, you were left to suppress the noises you made.

In the midst of trying to regain some of your senses, you felt a slight panic when you realized that part of your hand was stuffed in your mouth, and your wrists were brought down to your face. Oh shit.

Y/N didn’t seem to mind when she came back up, in fact she was laughing. While hovering over you, she worked to untie you. When your hands were free, you examined the deep red lines that covered the both of your wrists.

I should be able to cover them up with a watch and a few bracelets.

Your thoughts were quickly cut short when Y/N took your hands in hers. She massaged over the lines. Her expression was soft and full of concern, which made you miss the rough attitude she had just a few moments ago.

Quickly and roughly, your hand made its way to the base of Y/N’s neck and you were able to flip the two of you over. Now in the opposite positions, you had all the control. Or at least that’s what you thought until she bent her leg and her soft skin glided against your soaking centre. While hovering over her, you dripped down her leg. The contact right away made you lose focus for a split second. “My god, babe. You’re going to make me cum again.”

“Ride me.” Her voice wasn’t the stern one you found yourself craving, but it turned you on regardless.

Just as you were about to listen to her instructions, suddenly the lamp across the room flickered, capturing your attention. When it stopped flickering, on your way back to looking at Y/N’s face, your eyes landed on her camera that rested on the table beside the bed. Y/N turned to look at what you were staring at, and right away she said, “no.” The seriousness in her voice returned.

“Why not? Wouldn’t it be hot to have this on film?” you asked.

“Well it would, yes– no. Just no. Don’t you like your job? If a tape like that–” “just call it what it is Y/N,” you interrupted.  

Y/N sighed underneath you and said, “I’m saying no to a sextape. A film like that can have a detrimental effect on both of our careers. Now come on, let’s just keep going.”

You gave her a pleading look, and still she remained firm with her decision. “Fine,” you huffed out in frustration, but it was short lived as you gladly went back to riding her thigh.

Rocking back and forth against your own slickness, you let out a moan. One of her hands was on your hip to help guide you, and with her other hand, she had her fingers in your mouth trying to keep you quiet. Though at the moment her fingers weren’t doing such a great job. So, when another loud moan escaped your lips, she sat up and pulled you in for a kiss. This was the only way she could get you to be quiet.

While continuing to ride her you were able to find your rhythm and quickened the pace at which you moved. Right away you couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for the loud noises you two were making; surely your neighbours couldn’t hear your rings colliding with the wood and the bed knocking against the wall, right?

As if it weren’t enough, Y/N took one of her hands and shoved a finger in the space between you and her leg, occasionally curling it inside which drove you to the edge faster. “Fuck that feels so good.” But it was only for a few seconds as she pulled it out, “taste yourself,” she said slowly. Her voice dripping in seduction.

As you moved to suck on the finger that was just inside you, you missed as she quickly put it in her mouth. Though, before you could question it, she kissed you and shoved her tongue in your mouth, tasting yourself as she did. With your tongues battling for dominance, you felt her hand snake its way back down your body. Using her thumb, at a fast pace, she rubbed and took full advantage of your already sensitive clit.

“Look at me when you cum,” she said while grabbing the back of your head.

You tried your best to fight it off for a few seconds longer, but you came hard against her thigh. Biting your lip and keeping your eyes focused on hers. If it weren't for her other hand that held the back of your head in place, you surely would have broken the eye contact. The overwhelming high that took over you this time, had your legs shaking and all ten of your fingers clawing down Y/N’s back.

It took a few minutes to get yourself under control, and as you sat there trying to gather yourself, you watched as Y/N sat back against the headboard, fiddling with the ribbon in her hands. You hadn’t noticed up until this point, but there was a word that was repeatedly printed on it, and when you took it from her and looked at it, it was the word Chanel, written in black capitalized letters. “Are you kidding me?” you laughed.

“I had to. You always did look good in Chanel.”

“Did?” you asked.

“Do,” she corrected.

Chapter 24 - HERE

#blackpink imagines #jennie kim #lalisa manoban #jisoo #blackpink rosé #blackpink scenarios

[onceuponaloonatic]

felt like we needed some more dubchaeng cause we haven’t done them in a while plus i don’t have any in my inbox so here you go !!

Haeun sighed as she ran down the stairs, Hina was going to kill her for being late. If it was just Nico she probably wouldn’t mind or try to lecture Haeun, but Hina had always tried to curb her lateness as best as she could. If Haeun was being honest, It was hot. Sometimes. Others it was plain annoying. 

“Hey Haeun. Where are you off too?” Dahyun giggled as she watched her daughter scramble around her. “And dressed so… nice.” Dahyun immediately noticed her daughter’s outfit. She had always supported her kids wearing whatever they wanted, but Haeun was the only one who really pushed it. Dahyun herself wasn’t the type to feel comfortable showing a ton of skin, she was more comfortable in sweatpants and baggy hoodies, but from a young age it seemed her daughter was the opposite. From a young age Haeun had always wanted to wear the most revealing tops and shorts. Of course Dahyun let her, but there were times where Haeun would push her. This was one of those times. Her top was a blakc strapless corset that barely covered Haeun, and was extremely tight fitting. Haeun was not the most developed in terms of curves, but it did accent what her daughter had. “I’m going to meet up with Hina.” Haeun answered quickly. “We’re going to get some food and then probably go over to hers, is it okay if I spend the night?” “Have you asked Jihyo Unnie and Momo Unnie?” “They are out of town, but Hina said she asked and said it was okay.” Haeun answered. “Alright, if they were okay with it… Will it just be the two of you? What about Nico?” Dahyun wasn’t an idiot. Haeun and Hina had both been eighteen for a while now and she was wearing a pretty revealing top. She was even more suspicious that it would just be the two of them. She would feel better if Nico was there, as she was still seventeen and she knew Haeun and HIna were waiting until she was older to even think about doing anything with her. Without Nico there, Dahyun had no idea what they would do, especially considering the outfit Haeun was wearing. 

“She’s in Japan with her family.” Haeun answered, clearly looking for something. “Do you know where the extra phone charger is?” “Top drawer over there.” Dahyun pointed. “I’m okay with you spending the night but don’t stay over too late tomorrow… Also please use-”

“Bye mom!” Haeun yelled as she ran out the door after grabbing the charger. 

“Is Haeun going out?” Chaeyoung asked, coming into the living room and finding her wife sulking on the couch.

“Yeah she’s going out with Hina, she’s going to spend the night.” Dahyun informed as Chaeyoung came up behind her and hugged her. “Why are you all sulky?” Chaeyoung giggled, nuzzling her nose into Dahyun’s hair.

“Did you see what she was wearing? Plus they will be alone tonight. I don’t want her to have sex yet, she’s my baby.” “Babe Haeun is eighteen.” Chaeyoung giggled. “Plus, Haeun wears that kind of stuff all the time, clothes don’t always equal sex.”

“I don’t know… It’s great she’s comfortable in that kind of stuff and she looks good in it, but sometimes it makes me a bit uncomfortable, I would never wear stuff like that.” Dahyun pouted. “I don’t want to tell her not to wear stuff like that because it makes her happy, but at the same time I can’t help but feel a little weird.” 

“I know, but Haeun is eighteen and she likes that tuff, clothes are how she expresses herself. She likes it and that’s all that matters.” Chaeyoung giggled at Dahyun’s predicament. “We don’t know if her and Hina will do anything, they will probably wait for Nico to be ready. And if she has sex, that’s okay. Her and Hina are both eighteen.” “I know, but she’s my baby.” Dahyun answered.

“Not so much anymore.” Chaeyoung laughed. “We raised her well, she’ll be fine. And despite the fact she’s grown up, she’ll always be our baby. And if that’s not enough to reassure you, it won’t be long until Kihyun has kids so you can spoil some little ones again soon.”

“That doesn’t help.” Dahyun sighed.

“Well I’m sorry.” Chaeyoung laughed. “But kids grow up, it's a part of life.” “That’s stupid.” 

“I know baby.” Chaeyoung kissed Dahyun’s head. “But they will always be our babies no matter how old they are.”

#twice #dubchaeng #kim dahyun #son chaeyoung #haeun

[kpopisthereasonihavenolife]

His Prophet

BTS

Kim Taehyung/Reader [F]

Genre: God AU, romance, fantasy, protective Taehyung, arranged marriage vibes (kinda), kingdoms and castles, and medieval aspects dotted around, royal au sorta 

Words: 9.8k 

Warning(s):(Y/n is pushed around in one scene, is that a warning?)

a/n: go ahead and blame the GDA for this (and I was listening to creepypastas during work and one particular story’s ending twist inspired me in a non-spooky way). Also, I’d like to say it took 20 minutes for me to find a photo that wasn’t rejected by my computer to make this godforsaken banner. 

summary: The royal Sun God of Navern is a complete recluse; the polar opposite of what one would immediately assume of the God of the Sun should be.  Being the only God in his kingdom, he stayed within his castle walls- or at least it is assumed.  Staff and servants of the palace only see him occasionally in the halls or peering out into the gardens. It was the dreams of one certain townswoman who worked in a small library that he happens to run into one night that changes everything. 

The Kingdom as Navern was a prosperous kingdom, even if smaller in comparison to other neighboring kingdoms. Of it’s few larger cities and small towns, the capital city and home of the Navern Palace was named Vicious. The city was home to all sorts- merchants, blacksmiths, traveling priests and devoted followers of the kingdoms single God; any occupation or profession one would think of, it would probably be found in Vicious. 

However, what one thing masses defined as unordinary was a woman who could read and write and who was just as intelligent as a man living in a run-down, two-story library.  

The bottom floor of the brick build and metal-framed building was filled with bookshelves upon bookshelves of books of all kinds.  Fantasy and children books, adult novels of fiction and non, and documentation of the kingdom’s history.  Encyclopedias and thick bricks books of words and information that- if it had the right reader- could suck them in with knowledge.

The top story was closed off from the public.  Small living space was where the family of the library lived when the store was closed. A small living room with only two rooms and the kitchen was right off the far wall of the living room, not even a wall to separate the two.  It was small, but cozy for the small family of three.

In the past, this small library with two small step stools for high shelves and one small ladder used to belong to an old man and his wife.  They had a small child, a little girl when the couple was early into their middle-aged years. As that little girl grew up, her father taught her to read and write and would often raise her as if she were a son.  She still wore the suffocating dresses and low heeled shoes of a child as a requirement of her mother.  Her father had her help him with broken shelves and squeaky doors, learning a good chunk of labor in her early years. 

On the other hand, her mother still pampered her and grew her into a proper young lady.  Manners and ideals of a woman and one-day future housewife.  Cooking, cleaning, chores, shopping, sewing and all the factors that lead to proper womanhood.  Oddly enough, that little girl didn’t mind all the things she was taught.  

All her talents in both ladylike behavior and otherwise was an opportunity to learn.  And if the girl had anything it was craving for knowledge. She greatly enjoyed reading on the downtime she had and would often recommend books to the boys in her grade school- something she would regret as it lead to years of ridicule.  She was simply too smart for a girl. 

At the age of 13, this little girl lost her mother to sickness.  Catching a cold was all it was, but she just got worse and worse and her father couldn’t keep up with doctor bills.  Eventually, the sickness claimed the girl’s mother and it was just her father and her in the apartment and the library.  5 years later, when the girl is 18, she loses her father next.  

He had been called to help damper out a raging fire in the Nothern part of the city.  Some criminals had started a fire in the small prison to try and mask his escape.  

The older man never came back to the library, only a messager did to tell the girl that her father had been killed pursuing the escapee. Leaving the 18-year-old young lady, leaving you, to inherit the library fully. 

Things from then got painfully stressful for the better part of half a year.  Managing the library and your personal life.  Trying to get accustomed to running everything by yourself and not letting the snarky remarks of young men behind your back as you hammered loose bricks back into the outside bricks. Working day in and day out and also having to run errands for families in need for extra money kept you busy and balancing your schedule wore you out. 

There were many times you thought about giving up the library, no matter how much you loved it.  You came close so many times to that decision, but the memories of you and your family always made you rethink and keep the building in your possession.  Many men had come along and tried to buy it from you to wreck it down and rebuild something else where it stood- you always declined.  

Years went by and as time passed, things slid into a certain pace of ease and you were finally able to live comfortably. You were 24 years old now.  Still managing your library and keeping your home in shape, you also stood as an independent woman. No man or person of romantic interest simply because you had no interest or time for a partner at the moment.  Besides, the men in the city, or at least your part of it, had no interest in a woman who threatened to be smarter than him.  Bruised egos are a lethal attack to men it seemed. 

However, there were a handful of women who respected you a great deal with your knowledge and ability to disregard the judgemental stares and comments from others.  It wasn’t just men who sneered, but the women who were a bit too rich in both money and unrealism gave you stink eyes.  Sometimes the rich women were even more threatened than the men were even when they couldn’t count anything other than bills. 

You were busy restacking the shelves with books that had been returned that morning from mostly children and a few older generations.  Your dress wrapped around your torso as you wore your corset, looser than a lady should, and the skirt hitting your ankles.  You dusted your hands off with each finished task on the white apron tied around your waist.  Small, brown, worn-out flats covering your feet.  Working all day with heels just would not suffice. Your hair wrapped around your head in tied upbraids. Uncomfortable, but out of the way. 

You were more tired than the day before from the dream you had last night.  The dream wasn’t frightful per se, but something about it made you jolt awake.  Each time you went back to sleep, the same dream came back and the same dream woke you up.  It was hours before dawn when you decided to forget any further sleep and just get up.  An early start to the day wouldn’t be so bad.  It gave you time to take books off shelves and clean them only to restock them- a task tedious but long overdue. 

The dream was one set in your city, the city of Vicious. In fact, in each dream you were outside, just walking around running some sort of errand for the local older woman or fetching medicine for the bedridden old gentleman for a small bit of money.  And in each new errand and each new dream, you kept seeing the same people and the same faces you had grown up knowing.  However, it’s one person’s stature that always caught you off guard. 

The wore a brown, long robe with the hood always flipped up.  Masking their face and hiding their body, just walking down the path like every other citizen of Vicious.  You would always unconsciously think of them as a traveling beggar from some other town in Navern.  It was when the hooded figure moved to seemingly lift their head to look towards you when you always jolted awake.  Perhaps it was your brain trying to tell you that you woke up because whatever person that hooded figure was, wasn’t someone you had seen before. Without a proper face to register, you just woke up to avoid it altogether. 

You never got a fearful or unsettling feeling in your dreams or afterward, so you didn’t think too much of it.  However, it wasn’t just that night you had that dream.  It was present the night after and further on.  Night after night it was all sorts of different dreams with different errands and different people, but that one cloaked beggar always was present.  Still not giving you a feeling of discomfort, but the reoccurrence of this dream made you halfway convince yourself to spend some saved up money on a doctor’s trip. 

It’s that night when you contemplate medical aid that you had a dream set in a doctor’s den.  Sat in his dinky little office, but instead of a face, the doctor had a long mask on.  In fact, the whole doctor wasn’t even human, but a giant, humanoid raven with black feathers and dressed in a tailcoat of the most wealthy bank owner. Waking from that dream with a shiver and a line of sweat down your spine, you might actually consider that one a nightmare.  

You decided at nearly midnight to go out and clear your head with a walk.  It was a late and dangerous time for a woman to be out, but the idea of sleep made you shiver. Maybe some time to clear your head in the quiet nighttime would help ease you. 

Changing from one of your father’s old shirts that you wore to bed every night into your least flattering skirt and small poet’s blouse, you threw a shawl over your shoulders.  Not even bothering to tie your hair back.  It wouldn’t be a long stroll, just one to breathe in the clean air and take in the silence. When you looked out your window, you smiled as you saw the moon shining brightly overhead- even though it was only halfway through the new moon cycle.  It would light your path along with the small patterns set outside homes for those who had late-night workers as part of their family. 

Inside Navern Palace dwelled the Sun God of Navern, Luos. Luos was a God who was revered and respected, even as a shut-in God.  He ruled and took care of his kingdom from the comfort of his palace walls.  Any word he needed to hear of, he’d turn to his Water Mirror, a vase with a wide mouth and filled with water.  A few taps of Luos’s fingertips against the water, causing ripples and he could see to the furthest reach of his precious kingdom. 

He did love him home.  Navern was were he grew up as a human with a different, human name when the kingdom was first birthed.  His devoting to his home was what caught another God’s eye- the supreme God of all that was known.  When he died as a young man due to his efforts in fighting in a long war, the Ruler God revived him as something far greater than human and giving him the new name of Luos and the insignia of a butterfly. Thought, he never forgot his original name- and he refused to abandon it altogether. It would be like throwing the long memories of his deceased parents away and he absolutely would not do that. His original name stayed solely with him as he lived as Luos.  

Luos was not always a shut-in, in fact, he used to be rather outgoing and always spoke and hopped around from town to town among his kingdom.  But, many years ago, something changed and all of a sudden he closed his doors for good.  He wouldn’t set foot outside palace walls and on some days his palace servants couldn’t even get him to go out into the gardens full of sunflowers he so much loved. 

He’d been this way for nearly 20 years now.  Only the oldest in Vicious have a vague memory of their royal God walking the streets.  

It was never announced as to why Luos locked himself away into his own prison.  There had been no wars, no famine.  Crime had been on the lower side of the scale and he had no negative reputation with his people that was noted. However, he still made the ironclad decision and his people could do nothing to change his mind.  

However, it was nearly two weeks ago that he started to question his seclusion.  He had grown quite accustomed to his reclusive past couple of decades, but for the past couple weeks, he’s had this feeling gnawing at the back of his mind. He’d stand at one of his many grand windows just staring over the castle’s main gates to the rooftops of town across the thin, brick bridge that connected the castle to town over the clear watered mote surrounding his palace. 

It had been a long time since he had the urge to go out and see his capital again, however recently it had been the hardest urge to suppress in his day to day, reclusive life. The Sun God himself had changed vastly from when he had first started his Godly duties.  The thin, childlike innocent he used to hold in his face had matured out into a sculpted jaw and eyes that had seen many things and consumed more knowledge than humans could take in. 

“Perhaps I should select a prophet,” was his constant reoccurring thought recently.  The thought poured into his head one night when sleep had been actively avoiding him. He had heard in an old wise tale that when one cannot sleep, it is because someone else is dreaming of them.  He questioned the truth behind that because he had not set foot outside in so long, no one had the reason to dream of him at all. He was even more confused as to why he suddenly had the compelling idea to suddenly rope in someone to be a chosen prophet. 

Even when he thought about the suggestion, he could never think of a face or name that would fit the title.  He felt a nagging in his chest and with each possible candidate he could choose to help spread his word and ideals, the nagging would worsen.  It was as if his subconsciousness was rejecting each person he knew within the castle- almost pressuring him to go outside the palace. Perhaps he truly should.  Perhaps he should go and venture out into his capital and try to see if a single one person could cure this nagging that had begun to irritate him. 

So, late at night when the castle was quiet, he dressed in slacks, shirt, and cloak before he left.  Walking out of his room and throw the abandoned halls to the back gates of the palace, rounding around the entire castle to avoid as many guards as possible.  If he were seen leaving, the guards would most definitely make a fuss about it and the gossip would spread from Navern’s farthest board lined town before dawn. As far as anyone else was concerned, he still hadn’t stepped foot outside the palace perimeter.  

The moment his feet hit the loose dirt from across the mote’s bridge, he took a sharp breath.  It was like his soul had missed this feeling of his cities roads.  He felt at home already, even after all this time. He flipped up his hood, hiding his pitch-black hair and smiled as he stepped onward once more, a joyous hop in his step. The moon named Selene, guiding his way forward.  He looked up at her bright surface and smiled a silent thanks for invisible guidance.  The moon was always motherly towards him. 

Selene says she doesn’t play favorites, but Luos was definitely a favorite- even if she denies it. 

Your stroll outside was a quick as you wished it to be.  You walked to the wishing well of stone of ice-cold water in the center of Vicious as you sat on the thick stone of it.  The sounds of the water calmed you and the area chilled your skin even beneath your shawl enough to raise your skin in gooseflesh. The wind blew slightly in small wisps, making you unattractively breathe in strands of your hair.  

Fed up with it, you took the loose tied around your wrist you carried with you everywhere and began to sloppily tie your hair back at the low of your neck. Not very tight, but enough to keep it from entering your mouth and causing you to gag or choke again. 

It was very bright out for it being the middle of the night.  Part of you regretting now bring a book out with you.  You could easily read a chapter or two with the moon’s brightness this night.  You half contemplated going back home only to come back to the fountain and do just that when a small gasp sounded behind you. 

Jumping to your feet and whipping around, you were met with a cloaked figure with their hood flipped up.  You gasped lightly yourself.  It was just like your dreams and now you half expected yourself to bolt awake at home in bed.  You clenched your eyes shut, expected your mattress to be pushed against your back any moment, but nothing happened. You still breathed the fresh air, still heard the fountain’s water, and still felt the chilly air of the nighttime.  

You squinted your eyes open just a sliver, still seeing that cloaked figure across the fountain.  You squeezed your eyes closed against and reached under your shawl to your shoulder and pinched your skin.  The top trick in the books, if you want to wake up from a dream, pinch yourself. 

“Why are you hurting yourself?” You gasped as your eyes shot open.  You had been so preoccupied with yourself that you didn’t even hear this cloaked stranger walk over to stand in front of you.  Their deep voice had a silky tone to it and it was most definitely a male’s voice.  He stood so close to you, nearly toe to toe and yet you still could not see him under his hood.  Just like the dreams, his cloaked figure had no fae you could see. However, you’d never heard them speak before, so perhaps this was some sort of lucid dream? “Miss?” He spoke again. 

“I, um, I’m trying to wake up,” you dumbly replied.  A reply which made his shoulders shift- the only physical thing you could see as a response to your words. You then heard a small, low chuckle from beneath his hood. 

“Are you trying to say that you’re sleepwalking?” 

“Perhaps, I’ve been known to do remarkable things before,” you unconsciously spoke back in a teasing manner.  You then remembered that to most, and almost all, you weren’t supposed to speak to men so highly.  You were a woman of independence and held your head high despite your differences of other women, but the lessons of manners from your mother flooded back into your head.  You quickly took a step backward, leaning back and away from the stranger and covered your mouth with your fingertips. “I apologize for my tone!” 

The stranger quickly lifted his hand to his chest, palm towards you.  His cloak opened to show what seemed like black pants and a white shirt beneath it.  Boots tucked into his trousers.  You partial hoped he wouldn’t raise his hand higher and demand more respect like many, entitled men would without hesitation. 

“There is no need to apologize!” He quickly dismissed.  He lowered his hand back down, his cloak closing back again at his front. His pushed forward chest straightened back down as he saw you relaxed slowly but surely. “Why are you running about the city so late at night, Miss?” 

You bit back the urge to ask him the same thing in return but knew better than to avoid your basic ladylike manners again.  You cleared your voice, straightening back up. 

“I’ve had trouble sleeping for a while now.  I thought that perhaps the night air would help clear my mind.” You didn’t hear the small gasp he took in. 

“Trouble… sleeping?” You nodded towards him, brow raised at his curious tone.  He cleared his throat. “When did your trouble begin? Perhaps if you talk about it, it would help.” You contemplated his offer.  A listening ear of a stranger who offered willingly was far easier and cheaper than visiting a local doctor. You just looked up at him, head tuning in curiosity. 

“Are you truly willing to listen to my late-night woes? Me, a stranger.” 

The strange man turned around, backing up to the edge of the fountain and took a seat.  He just looked up at you with his hidden face and offered you to take a seat beside him. You relented and even though you didn’t know who this man was and you didn’t recognize the voice as anyone you may have met before, you felt oddly calm.  You sat next to him before speaking. 

“I suppose it started at the beginning of the month’s moon cycle.  When the moon was dark and unseen, that’s when it all began. So, a couple of weeks ago.” You fiddled with your fingers, looking at your lap instead of up at his hidden features.  You missed the man’s chin drop as he suppressed the urge to push his palm against his mouth in shock. He just remained still and rotated his hand to silently tell you to continue, not trusting his voice. You sighed. “I normally sit and read before trying to sleep again, but the dreams just keep reappearing over and over again.” 

“You can read?” He asked inquisitively. It wasn’t said in a disgusted tone, not even condescending.  He was genuinely curious. 

“I… can.  My father taught me when I was young and it would be odd if a librarian lacked the skill to read her own books.” He could tell by the way he put his hands together in his lap and pushed his legs up to his toes and back down that he wanted to know more. “My father’s library in town was passed to me when he passed.  My mother had already died so I had to learn to manage it on my own, but that was nearly 5 years ago now. I’ve put it behind me and it isn’t so bad as it seemed at the time.” 

“I apologize for your losses,” the strange offered his condolences. “However, I’ve not known many women to read and write efficiently. Are you ridiculed for it?” He asked lightly as if trying to avoid any conversational landmines. He smiled lightly with a small huff and looked down at your hands. 

“I am, very often honestly.  Truth be told, I seem to provoke men and the wealthy women of the city because of my skills.  I’ve tried teaching children, but their parents berate me. I’ve become deaf to their insults now, however.”

“You’re a respectable woman,” the strange told you.  The compliment seemed so truthful it sent you into a small recoil.  He chuckled as your reaction. “A strong, intelligent woman shouldn’t be deemed unordinary, but revered as a genius.  You all weren’t’ just made for family expansion and chores. Or so, I believe.” 

You burst out into a fit of laughter. You pushed your hand over your mouth, knowing it was late and if you were to wake anyone, they’d stalk into the city center with a stick or ladle, shooing the noisemaker away. You missed the small smile the stranger hid under his hood. 

“I apologize,” you forced between stifled laughs.  He shook his head. 

“No need, I think your laugh is beautiful.” 

You calmed down as you took a breath to regained your breathing. “I’m not sure where you come from, stranger, but you are vastly different from any other man I’ve met.” He was silent for a moment. 

“Believe it or not, I’ve lived in Navern for many years. I’m a bit of a recluse and don’t get out much.  I work from home, in a sense.” 

“Is that right?” You asked, a teasing hint of skepticism. 

“I swear to Luos himself,” He said, cringing at his words.  You nodded. You both continued to sit and talk for a while longer before the moon had moved drastically in the sky.  The stranger was soon standing, taking your hand gently to help you to your feet.  His fingers seemed to linger on your skin as he let your hand go. “It’s getting far too late for a lady to be out. I’ll walk you home,” he offered with no room for rejection. 

When you both stood outside your home, the stranger looked through the dark windows.  The outlines of filled shelves sketching over his vision.  Looking up, he saw a window, probably to your room away from your shop.  You removed the thick, cooper key from around your neck that was on a rope of leather before slotting it into the door. Turning it to click it open. You turned back to the stranger. 

“Thank you for your company tonight. I really did appreciate being able to speak and be myself without being sneered.” Your voice was soft and filled with genuine happiness. 

“I can guarantee that your company and conversation pleased me far more than you.  It has been far too long since I spoke to someone.” His voice was soft and calm, you could hear the smile on his face. “Next time, let’s talk inside and in the daylight instead of sitting outside in the cold.” 

“You would come to visit me, wouldn’t you?” You teased lightly. You were shocked when he nodded immediately. “Well, if that’s the case, could I see your face?” You gently asked, not wanting to pressure him.  He was still a stranger, but you felt so calm and easy about him.  You just wanted to see him just once- but perhaps he would decline your request. He had his hood up this whole time without movement to lower it. 

“I don’t usually show my face outside of my home,” he started and your face started to fall, “however, I think I can make this exception.” Your fae jumped back up as you bit back a smile of victory. He lifted his hands to open his cloak and grip the sides of his hood.  Pushing the fabric back, your smile fell into the face of awe. 

He was gorgeous. Long, black hair that brushed passed his eyes.  His eyes dark but light reflected off them in specs of the most wondrous color. His hair was curled with waves and framed his face well.  His jaw is wide and sharp.  His voice seemed to fit his face a far better than you couldn’t have ever imagined.  He chuckled at your reaction to his face. He put his hands on either side of his neck before dropping them.  

“For the first time tonight, it seems you do not have any words left,” he jested. 

You just licked your dry lips and hid your face, trying not to let your cheek heat too much.  “May I ask one more request?” 

“I suppose,” he drawled. You picked at your fingers, nails tapping together. 

“May I ask your name if I offer mine back?” You gingerly looked up at him, eyes looking up first before your head lifted in follow. You could see a small jolt of hesitation at your question. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’d recognize you anywhere even without your name.” He took that as a compliment of compelling looks. 

He faltered in his step as he moved to take your hand, raising it to push the back of your knuckles to his lips.  His eyes closed gently as he kissed your hand, your mouth opening and your cheek flaring in the cold night breeze.  He opened his eyes as you noticed that one eye had a monolid while the other was double eye lidded. He smiled widely, the purest and cutest smile you’d ever seen. 

“Call me Taehyung,” he cheered lightly. He dropped your hand, as you offered your name back with a small flustered stutter. Y/n was a wonderful name and fit you perfectly.  He watched you go inside and even saw your shadow trot up the back staircase to your apartment.  He looked at the top window and saw a dim light of a lantern you had just lit before he smiled.  

He did feel a bit guilty for not telling you the name he went by now was Luos, but Taehyung was the only name he felt he should give you.  His original name was much less intimidating than the Sun God Recluse, Luos. He flipped his hood back up and made quick work of his way back to the castle. Already impatient to see you again and without him really noticing, the nagging in his chest had subsided. 

It was two weeks ago when your dream started to subside. That night you spent talking with Taehyung for so long seemed to take your dreams away.  You were shocked when he showed up at dusk, knowing at your library door the very next night.  He claimed he couldn’t wait to see you again, so here he was.  You immediately let him inside without a hassle.  

You’ve been talking with Taehyung for two weeks and you greatly enjoyed everything about him.  His attitude was uplifting and even when he spoke about topics that angered him, his anger was justice and the points to support his rage were solid.  He was knowledgable and well versed in many things.  The conversation never died with him. 

You were comfortable with him, especially since he always marveled at your abilities.  He watched with awe as you caught you repaired a shelf once, and nearly ate enough for four men when you cooked for him the first time.  He could read well but preferred hearing you read to him, claiming to love hearing your voice.  

It was no mystery how fast you were falling for Taehyung. The romance was something you didn’t think was optional for you, but Taehyung waltzed into your life at night and wasn’t a creepy serial killer. Taehyung had seriously raised your bar of men’s standards and he probably had no idea how you inside turned into mush when he showed up at your home with his giant, wide smile. 

Taehyung also always only visited you when night was falling and always cloak. However, it was early in the morning once when he decided he couldn’t wait another long day to see you again.  Sneaking out of the castle was harder in the morning, but possible. Still cloaked and hooded, he hid his small smile from the sun’s shadow. His smile wilted when he saw the corner of your library-home come into view.  

You had just unlocked the library door and moved to put the hanging ‘open’ sign you had painted and decorated with Taehyung one night to symbolize for people to come and go as they please. He wanted to smile at the idea of you using it, but the young men around your age coming towards you made his teeth grind. 

You had just hung your sign on the front window of the door on the small nail you had put on the door a few nights ago when you felt a small shove on your shoulder.  Your dress today hit the ground and you nearly toppled over by stepping on the fabric. Your corset of white pushed the dress against your stomach, pushing your chest up, and your torso felt pain as you nearly bent over in the course that was tight. 

You regained balance with a small huff as you adjusted your apron on your front. The two men were two fellow rude boys you had grown up with.  They had yet to outgrow their childish bullying, and you doubt they were would.  You figured they should just marry each other at this point. With rotten, toxic attitudes like theirs, there is no way they’d find wives. 

One man, a small sprout of bone was Lix. The other was a bit broader, but no looker for sure; he was named Horan. Lix was more a verbal fighter, not having much strength when it came to fist to fist confrontation. Horan was the opposite.  He was dead stupid, but his power balanced out what Lix didn’t have.  It was a poetically stupid match made in some twisted heave.  

Lix turned to your sign before taking it off the door and looking it over.  A small frown on his face as he’s eyes squinted.  

“What awful handwriting!” He crowed, even if your handwriting was a perfect script. “I knew it, women should stick to cleaning and looking after little rugrats,” he spits before he threw your sign with a flick to his right.  The wooden plack spun as it descended and hit the road with a puff of dirt.  You gasped lightly before you ran towards it. 

Kneeling in the dirt, you picked it up, the road sticking to your fingertips and filtering under your nails in grounded, small pieces.  Dirt would be pushed into your apron and you’re sure you’d have to dust it and wash it all out later. When you looked at the sign in your lap as you knelt on your knees, you recalled how happy Taehyung looked when it as down.  Your eyes began to tear. 

There was a small murmur of on-lookers who watched the two men push at you.  You knew you had no authority to act out, even if you wanted so badly to shout at them. You’d have no ally if you did, no one stood in your corner.  You were alone and the fact that everyone watching and gossiping you get pushed around didn’t move to help you, only proved your point. 

You could only stamp your feet and curl your fingers around the wooden, painted ‘open’ sign as you held your tears back.  Lix started marching up behind you, you could tell from the dainty footsteps he took.  Horan’s was much more heavy in terms of his weight. You could feel his presence right behind you, the looming feeling of this man looking down on you. He kicked dirt at your back, debris mixing into your hair and rolling down your dresses back from the collar as you shivered at the sensation.  

You felt pathetic as you just let it happen. You could feel him step closer and the shadow you saw from your side showed him reaching out towards you. You expected him to grab your hair and pull you to sit straight. You just shut your eyes in a panic to avoid anyone seeing your unshed tears. 

Lix’s nasty grip never came.  Instead, a near set of steps rushed from in front of  you and came to halt. A shadow of someone blocking the sun from you clouded your shut eyes as you peeked them open. A pair of black boots were in front of your down casted vision. You could vague hear Lix squawking in pain before the new arriver stepped around you and shoved Lix back.  You heard his ass his dirt as he whined.  Horan was soon stomping to defend his attacked friend, but soon the stomping stopped. 

You lifted your head, turning to your back to see who had interfered. You didn’t know of any townsfolk would who defend you. A woman who was so vastly different from others. Your mouth opened to a quivered form as your tears fell. That familiar cloak a blessing to your eyes. 

“Taehyung,” you whimpered. You weren’t shocked to see him, you were just relieved to see you had someone to help you.  You cried further when you realized you finally had someone in your corner.  Taehyung protected you and he had flipped down his hood.  His hair was even more beautiful shining off the sun.  You wanted to see his eyes in this light- it was probably more breathtaking than seeing them in the candlelight of lanterns. 

Horan remained still, frozen mid-charge. Taehyung glared at him and it was blood-chilling enough to freeze the unintelligent giant in his tracks and even silence the gossip of others.  Some even moved to remain their work, trying to play coy as if they hadn’t witnessed the assault without assistance. Lix had picked himself off the ground, not sure where to move to, Taehyung eyes burning them into place. 

“Make yourself scarce,” was all he seethed.  A threat underlined in his words.  Lix and Horan were quick to flee. Taehyung’s shoulders slackened as he turned to you, sitting in the dirt and holding the sign in your arms to your chest, hugging it as if it were some precious treasure. His eyebrows dipped, sad to see your tears.  He moved to you, kneeling to rub his palm against your wet cheek and push his fingertips into your hair, combing out bits of dirt. 

He raised his eyes over you, looking at the people still cocky enough to keep starring.  He glared again. “Return to your duties and mind your business!” He yelled, everyone obeying without hesitation and soon all eyes were off you. Taehyung looked softly back at you before he gently picked you off the ground. 

Walking you into your store, he took the sign and set it gently on the window sill. He locked the door once you both were inside. He rubbed your arm softly as you palmed at your eyes, trying to dry them. Taehyung moved to stand in front of you, grabbing your cheeks and bending to look into your glasses, red eyes.  He rubbed your skin with his thumb, his large hand holding your head. 

“Let’s not open up right now,” he whispered so softly to you. You nodded, not able to trust your voice yet. “He gently pushed his lips on your forehead, his brows crunching as he held his lips against your skin for several seconds, feeling pain in his chest from seeing your own pain. H epulled from your forehead before he grabbed your hand.  “Let’s go upstairs. You have tea? I’ll make you some” You just nodded again, following him upstairs. 

Taehyung spent that day with you. He cleaned your face and wiped your tears.  He reassured you and made you speak your frustrations. He took care of you in a way you didn’t think a man ever would.  He made you change out of your corset and set your apron in the wash bin to soak the dirt stains out. He brushed your hair out before he sloppily pinned it up. He stayed by you all day and far into the night.  When you fell asleep that night, you shocked to wake up the next morning without a single dream to plague you. Even more shocking, you gasped lightly when Taehyung was sleeping in front of you, eyes shut easy and arm under his head as a pillow.  

He never left your side. All that previous and all night, he was there.  You cupped your mouth as a wae of resh tears spilled over the side of your face.  You pushed your face into Taehyung’s neck, startling him awake as he rubbed your back.  

“What’s wrong/ Tell me? Did you have a nightmare?” You just shoo your head as you hiccup. “Y/n?” You cried tears of relief and realization as you finally attempted to yourself that you were in love with Taehyung. So very much in love with him. 

He left the night of day two he had been with you. He wanted to stay longer, stay forever if he could, but he knew he had to get back to the palace.  One day without his appearance wasn’t odd, many assumed he was probably locke din his room. However, any longer and he feared someone would grow nosey. 

He left you that night as you flushed at the kiss he pushed on your forehead. He held your hand softly before he flipped his hood up and ran off.  You went back upstairs, suddenly exhausted and fell into sleep. 

The next morning, you woke up to the murmur outside.  You rubbed your eyes, going to your window and opening it.  There were people whispering with cupped hands as they pointed to your library.  You assumed they were still talking about the debacle two days prior with Lix and Horan. It wasn’t until you came downstairs when you saw two people standing with their backs to the front windows of your library. 

Unlocking the door and opening it, the two people turned to you. They were both men and dressed in guard uniforms. They were from the palace and part of your blood froze. Why were castle guards standing at your storefront? You swallowed as you greeted them. 

“Good morning, gentlemen,” you greeted trying to remain calm. One stood forward, holding a spear in his arms as the tip pointed high to the sky. He seemed to be the higher rank of the duo. 

“Fine morning, Miss.  I do not wish to alarm you, but we have immediate orders to escort you into Navern Palace.” 

“What?” You choked. You took the time to look around again. You noticed that instead of all judgmental eyes, some gazes were envious or even respectable. They looked at you like you were some higher being or had some power over them. You crunched your brow. 

You were ready to talk to the guards when you felt someone run into your back, knocking you forward a step. You turned around and saw Lix, Horan in front of him his arms stretched out. The bigger man had pushed the smaller and the look Lix gave you when he saw it was you he rammed into was one of almost terror.  He straightened out as he stood beside Horan, both bowing deeply towards you. 

“We’re sorry!” He cried as they ran off like scared children.  Your brows flicked up higher.  What in the world was that? Were they scared Taehyung would show up again? You momentarily forgot about the guards until one cleared their throat to gain your attention back. The one who spoke to you scolded his underling. 

“Do not force her attention by force in such a rude manner!” He shouted as you quickly hushed him. 

“No! It’s fine! I’m not offended or anything.” You sighed when the higher-ranked guards only bowed to you and offered his thanks, the younger mirroring his actions. “So, I’m to go to the palace?” You asked, trying to restart the original conversation. The guards stood right up again. 

“Yes, Miss.  Luos has asked for you.” YOu gasped lightly. 

“God Luos asked to see me?!” The guards nodded.  Your mouth grew dry as you swallowed to try and find saliva.  You licked your dry lips.  “I- okay.” You relented.  If the God of your kingdom really did request you there, you had to go.  You hoped he didn’t mind librarian clothes and a slightly stained apron.  You had no time to change and get ready as the guards had begun to usher you off after you locked your library door. 

As you walked with the two men, you watched some children smile and wave you. Some women stared in awe at you as if they knew something you didn’t. Men looked at you in caution as if they were committing a crime if you met their gaze.  What possibly could’ve happened overnight to get gazes on you in a totally different light? 

The moment you crossed the brick bridge across the mote and stood at the giant gates of the palace, you looked in open-mouthed awe.  The castle was a gargantuan wonder up close.  It took your breath away. The sides of it were as beautiful as the Sun God it housed you were sure.  The idea of you probably meeting the God of the Sun, Luos made your stomach turn.  He had been silent for so long, what did he suddenly pop back into the public gossip for? And to summon you of all people in Navern?

You were lead to a wide, open, beautiful throne room. The throe at the back of the room at the end of the long, golden rug and up 4 steps of marble was empty. No God was there. You stood walking closer to the throne and taking in the fabric, patterns, and creation of it.  Itw as a wonderfully beautiful chair. You gasped with enough force to knock the breath out of you when the heavy, tall doors of the throne room wheezed open again and a voice echoed behind you. 

“Would you like to have a seat on my throne?” The voice so scarily familiar and you hesitated to turn around. Surely your mind was playing tricks on you. There was no way. You heard the echoing steps come closer to you as your back remained towards him. Luos was behind you, that you knew for sure- he addressed this throne you stared wide-eyed at as his after all. You felt him stop behind you, his loom presence burning at your back. “Will you not turn to look at me?” His voice was lower, quieter. You gripped your have stained apron as you took one step forward, putting distance between you and he as you then slowly stepped around to face him.  

Your eyes were focused at his feet.  He walked barefoot.  Golden anklets around his skin. His trousers were black as they were rolled at his shins.  Following his pant legs up, his white shirt was long and loose on his body. Following it up higher, you saw a golden robe of printed suns adorn his shoulders and you could vaguely see bracelets of gold wrap up his forearms like guards. A thick golden collar of jews around his neck and a crown of golden spikes sat on the crown of his head. Dramatic and much like the rays of the sun. 

This was Luos and as you looked into his eyes at his face, you gasped.  This was Taehyung.  

“I hope the sudden call to my home wasn’t too alarming, Y/n,” he told you softly. He could see the confusion in your eyes, but you weren’t screaming yet so he considered it progress.  You just stood there, gaping at him in silence. He reached out and brushed the back of his fingers against your cheek, making you flinch, but not back away from him.  He smiled softly. “Is who I am truly that shocking?” 

You didn’t know how to politely say ‘yes it fucking is shocking’, because the man you’ve been visiting with the past two weeks was a God.  You gasped, taking another step backward.  He rose his brow in confusion as his hand hovered in the air now. You had let the God of Navern into your rackety all home. You gazed at him in starstruck gazes for hours before. You had told him so many personal events and facts about yourself and you began to flush.  

Luos, God of Navern’s Sun had picked your pushed and bullies body off the dirt road just two days ago and had stayed at your home with you alone for over 24 hours. Your cheeks grew darker.  

You had fallen in love with Luos and you didn’t even know it. 

Was that wrong? You started to inwardly panic.  Was it against some scared law of Gods for a human woman who was clearly outcasted from her city to fall for a God? Even if it was unknown to you in the time you were falling, would it be punishable by some degree? Was that why he called you here?! Had he seen through your obvious red faces and stuttering and brought you heard to punish you for your feelings that you should or should’ve been feeling? 

Taehyung stepped forward, seeing your mind start to flip.  He grabbed your shoulders and pushed his lips against your forehead.  Just as he had before.  He closed his eyes, hoping and praying that you wouldn’t change just because of who he was.  He was guilty of hiding the ruth from you, but what choice did he have? He was a shut-in God only a couple of weeks ago, but now he was determined to change it all. And he’d need the help of a prophet for that. 

“Calm down, dear,” he soothed.  His warm hands pushed against your covered shoulders and you did start to calm. Trying to ignore your warming ears at the endearing name.  He felt you slacken after some time and moved to look at you again, stepping just a bit away from you. “Are you alright now?” You nodded.  He took his hand and pushed your hair from your face to see you clearly.  He smiled at your flushed cheeks. “Red is a color that suits you,” he teased. 

You were silent as you looked at your feet.  Biting back a ‘shut up’ because in all honesty, how do you talk to him now? Wasn’t it rude to be so direct to a Sun God. A royal God who lived in the royal palace of his own kingdom.  You had to watch what you say and say it all respectfully. Taehyugn seemed to know your thoughts as you felt his thumb rub beneath your ear, his hands dipping under your jaw to lift your head up to meet his gaze. 

“Do not change yourself because you see me as Luos. My name truly is Taehyung and everything I’ve told you about myself these past weeks is all truthful. I’ve never once lied and I never once will.” He dipped his eyelids, his eyes pleading with you to believe him. “I don’t want to appear different to you now, so don’t treat me any differently.” 

You raised your hand to push over his that held your jaw the other staying fisted loosely around your apron. Taehyung smiled at your palm’s warmth. He watched you take a deep breath through your nose before pushing it out of your lips. You looked up at him warily. 

“I won’t get punished for being blunt to a God?” You asked carefully. You were blunt, yes; but you were always careful of your words towards him. He smiled. 

“Of course not. Why would you be punished if the God you’re speaking to gave you pardon?” You finally smiled a small bit. One that made Taehyung break out into a smile so large he nearly let out a small giggle at you. The way he held your jaw and squished your cheek combined with your small smile, he almost pushed dimples into your cheeks. 

You both stood in silence for a while before Taehyung dropped his hands from your jaw and moved to hold your hands in his. Threading his fingers with yours.  He was affectionate before, sure.  He would often plop his head into your lap as you read to him and of course he slept beside you that one night he decided not to leave your side. However, his laced fingers with your brought warmth to your chest. 

“Do you remember when you talked to me about your dreams that first night we met?” You nodded. “You remember when you explained that the hooded figure would always appear and you’d wake up?” You nodded again, not sure where he was going with this. “Well, I think that actually was me.” You lightly breathed in an air of confusion. “Sometimes,” he began, “humans are born with something close to supernatural powers. Some can move objects without physical touch, some can see pasts and futures of people, others can even control the mind of others. Then, there are some like you, who are shown prophetic dreams of things to come.” 

“Come to think,” you started with a raising brow, “my dreams did stop after that first night we met. I just thought it was because I finally talked about them. However, you’re saying-”

“I believe you were meant to have those dreams and you were meant to meet me that night. That night I felt like I met someone I was always destined to. Prior to that, I had this nagging in my chest,” he lifted his hand to push against his torso, “and it compelled me to go out into town. It cannot be coincidental that I met you that and the nagging abandoned me.” 

Taehyung stopped his talking before he looked over your shoulder.  He took your intertwined hands and moved to drag you towards his throne. Helping you to not trip up the marble steps, he soon stood with you at his throne of gold. He held your hands tightly. 

“Navern is my precious kingdom I care so much for. I’ve had my time of being reclused and I need to go back into my kingdom and reclaim it with new eyes.  I cannot do that on my own. I need someone to help me and to help keep me balanced and straight. They will also help keep my words strong to my people who believe in me and my Sun.” He took a deep breath before he removed on hand from yours and took to his pocket, pulling a scarlet red sash from his trousers that had a hair comb wrapped inside of it.  

It was a beautiful piece. A golden frame with solid, silver teeth with gaps made to avoid severe tugging of the hair.  You slowly reached out with the hand not held by Taehyung as you ran your fingers over its heavy glory. 

“It’s beautiful,” you told him as he smiled. 

“I know. It belonged to my mother. A long, long time ago.” You looked up at him with a bit of sadness in your eyes.  You knew how he loved his parents, he had told you all about them one night and got a bit more emotional than he’d like to admit recalling so many memories. “I want you to have this now.” 

“What?” You breathed. 

“Y/n,” he put the comb and it’s scarlet fabric in your open palm before he brought your other hand up to sandwich the comb in your hands.  His hands around your own before he lifted them to his forehead. “I want you to help me regain the social regime I have let die. I want you to wake up in this palace day by day with me. I want you to stay here and use this comb as you stay with me as my chosen Prophet.” His voice cracked like he was going to cry admitting it all.  “I’ve never-,” he took a breath, “I’ve never been in love before. I died too young so long ago I never experienced it. However, I know now I’m positive that I’m falling in love with you.” 

Your breath was sucked out of your lungs like a vacuum because of his words.  “Do,” you started small, gaining his attention as he looked at you, lowering your hands back down, still holding them tightly. The comb’s cold material warming in your palms. “Do you really mean all of that?” You squeaked. 

He nodded so quickly as he took a step closer.  His nose was inches from you as he looked down at you. His feet stood between your shoes as he looked back and forth between your eyes.  He truly was a beautiful man. “Yes.  I swear, I-I mean everything.” He was so fearful you’d say no to him. What would he do if you left this palace and didn’t take his words with you? Would he still be able to visit you in town at the library? Would you avoid him? Shun him? He was scared of the negatives. 

“What would happen to the library?” You asked softly. He knew it was important to you. Rundown and aged, yes, but it’s the place you spent your life with your family before they were gone. Taehyung wouldn’t let anything happen to that small, cramped home of yours. He loved it just as much as you. It’s where he spent so much time with you and learned so much about you. Where he ate with you and comforted you and slept beside you. 

Taehyung loved that library. 

“I’d keep it safe. I don’t want anything to happen to that library or your apartment you claim. It’s so precious to me now. I’d make sure no one got inside it to vandalize or. Nothing would happen to it and I’d keep it safe from ruin. If something is weak, I’d work to rebuild and fix it.” 

“You’d do that for a small library when you have such a grand castle?” 

“In a heartbeat. That’s the place I got to spend so many memories with you,” he softly admitted out loud. “You don’t need to agree to my request,” he told you, heartbreak in his voice.  He wouldn’t force his wishes on you, no- never would he do that. 

You slowly pulled your hands from his, opening your palms to see the golden comb in all it’s beauty again.  You then handed it to Taehyung, having him hold it as you unraveled your messy, braided hair.  Holding locks of it ver your shoulder, you looked at him and smiled. 

“Can such a comb even brush such messy hair?” Taehyung’s face nearly split in two at the smile that erupted into his face.  He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, lifting you off your feet and toes to hold you so tightly.  YOu felt his chest breathe heave, relieved sighs.  He set you back down on your feet.

He moved to kiss you again, but not on the forehead.  No, this time his lips fell beneath your eye.  He kissed you and when he pulled his lips from your skin a small mark had begun to outline onto your skin. Shining with golden light before forming the shape of a butterfly, his insignia animal. He smiled again as he moved to sit you down into his throne.  

He then moved to kneel in front of you, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles much like the night he first met you when he left you for the first time.  He kissed your knuckles before he smiled up at you with his innocent, childlike smile. 

“We’ll have to get you accustomed to the castle, my dear,” he giggled.  He began to lead you to a room of seamstress servants to exchange your ordinary librarian clothes with fine, silk robes of the Sun’s golden glow. 

The only thing he kept secret from you now, was the fact that not only were you his Prophet, he also may have told the townspeople that if they mess with his fiance and future wife again, he, the God Luos would not be pleased. Of course, you didn’t have to know you were engaged quite yet.

a/n pt.2 - Tell me all what you think! I spent 5 hours writing this in one sitting and I’m pretty proud of it ngl. So lmk!!

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GenZen Week Oneshot!

Day 5 - Fashion/Late nights

Zenko and Genya were opposites when it came to looks.

Genya was tall, her 6 foot height towering over even most men - including her own (equally tall) older brother and muscular. Her hair was wild and black with natural blonde highlights at the tips and cut into a mullet hawk that paired with her facial scar and severe facial features to give her an innate “delinquent” look. And to top it all off her clothing was all punk or rock style in black or dark purples.

Zenko meanwhile was short, at five feet tall, and built fragile and delicate like a bird. Her hair was straightly cut and blonde, going darker gold at the ends, and usually tied into low twin braids that paired with her doe-like facial features and freckled cheeks in a way that screamed her country girl roots to everyone that looked at her. And when she wasn’t wearing her school uniform paired with thigh high white socks and an oversized cream knit sweater Zenitsu wore doll-like white, yellow, and pastel lolita style clothing.

When the pair became friends through Tanjirou it drew eyes, as the pair looked out of place next to each other. But personality wise the two were a perfect match. Both were equally smart and studious, hard working girls with shy demeanors and older brothers far more confident and gifted then they were to live up to.

It really wasn’t a surprise to their friends or family when the two started dating, though it threw everyone else for a loop.

The punk raven and doll-like blonde would often be seen spending hours together. At school, after school to study together and hang out casually, on weekends for “official” dates like meals in restaurants or watching a movie in the local theater. Most days ended with them talking via text or email long after they’d parted ways for the day well into the night.

But today, as they stand with their friends and family at their prom, the pair are drawing eyes for a completely different reason than usual. The couple’s fashion choices have been swapped. It was a decision both decided on solely because of how it would make everyone else boggle at them, especially their brothers, and they were very smug to be proven right as they took glanced at the others when they walked into the gym building - currently re-purposed into a dance hall - hand in hand.

Genya looked cute in her white and pastel yellow lolita dress. The bright gold ribbons on her corset, bows on her thigh high stockings, jewel on her white lace and silk choker, and ribbon tied into her french braided hair contrasting her dark violet eyes and dark hair beautifully. The style change managed to make the towering beast of a woman look soft and delicate.

Zenko meanwhile was wearing the most rebellious punk attire she could get away with and killing it. Her hair was left undone, the top gelled back in a way that makes the choppy uniform locks look wild and windswept for once. Rather than a dress she has on torn jean shorts that would leave practically all of her legs bare if it weren’t for the ripped black tights she had on underneath them, a purple tube top that only covers her chest, spiked black collar, black leather combat boots with purple laces, and a black leather jacket that has an image of Raijin surrounded by thunder clouds and lightning on the back in shades of grey and purple.

The blonde even put on dark purple lipstick and black eyeliner to complete the punk image she was rocking.

Sanemi and Kaigaku, who were both teachers chaperoning the event, had been the most dumbstruck of the faces they’d spotted that night. The memory of their serious older brothers gaping like fish at them is something the couple will treasure forever.

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Have some gender swapped GenZen set in a modern AU because it made for fun fashion based options! Genya and Zenitsu make for cute girls and I couldn’t resist. Also kept Genya’s name unchanged since it’s unisex and has a good meaning to it.

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