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lixie-phoria · 5 months

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— skz helping 9th member reader w/ her paranoid personality disorder

requested - yes // 9th fem!member who has paranoid personality disorder (PPD) and she always thinks that she isn’t alone in the dorms when she’s by herself? The boys don’t know anything about is as she hides it from them but one day the boys get a camera for the living room as weird things have been happening when they aren’t there... skz x 9th member fem!reader / warnings - angst w happy ending, mentions of anxiety, paranoia, stalkers, and paranoid personality disorder / 3.2k words / a/n - this is the longest fic i've ever written 😭

"boo!"

"fuck!"

you gasped in shock, stumbling back as hyunjin popped out from behind the couch, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

"did i scare you?" he giggles, standing up properly and making his way towards you, failing to notice how you eyes were still quivering with fright and your tight grip on your phone.

"why would you do that, hyunjin?"

you sound off, your voice an octave higher and trembling with an emotion that confuses him. was he sensing anger?

"it's just a joke ynnie. calm down."

it wasn't just a joke to you, though. it was much more than that. but you couldn't to explain it to him, so you leave him in the living room with an eye roll, staring at your retreating figure in confusion.

hyunjin doesn't bring it up after that. maybe he just happened to catch you on one of your bad days.

but he begins noticing things ever since - things that weren't necessarily normal. things that you have always done, but this time when he really thinks about it, they're a bit strange.

how you're always extra jumpy, flinching at every loud sound, refusing to leave the house without an unnecessary amount of security, being extra cautious when you went to public events, and straight up refusing to socialize with anyone more than necessary.

your members always labelled it on you being an introvert. but to the extent that you barely even spoke about yourself to your own members? as though scared to trust them with information? that wasn't normal, was it?

hyunjin thinks hard. he's a bit worried about you, but he doesn't know what to do.

tell chan? no. chan didn't need more problems on his plate.

confront you? no. you hated confrontation. it would worsen things.

talk to another member about it? maybe. but you might get mad at him. you always hated people meddling with your personal life.

so he stays silent for a while, observing from a distance.

and he begins picking up on signs soon enough.

you were paranoid. extremely paranoid. he caught you looking over your shoulder every few minutes, expertly dodging personal questions, being hypersensitive to criticism, having spells of moodiness that followed no particular pattern, suddenly giving your own members the cold shoulder, over analysing every little interaction you had with people. it was worrisome.

yes maybe hyunjin was looking into it too much and it wasn't that big of a deal. but he couldn't brush off a certain thought nagging him at the back of his mind. something was definitely up, and it was about time he spoke to the others about it.

"I think yn has a stalker." hyunjin mutters, shifting uncomfortably in his seat under the blank gazes of the other 7.

"what?" chan sounds confused, eyebrows furrowed as he shares an unsure glance with lee know. "did she say anything?"

that was the problem. you didn't. so he had no solid proof other than his theories.

"well, not really" he rubs the back of his neck. "but something is wrong. I know it. she's been acting weird."

"weird as in?"

"it's the usual. she hasn't changed. but when you look into her habits, they're not normal hyung."

it's tense. nobody knows what to say until changbin breaks the silence.

"what do you mean by not normal?"

"I don't mean it in a bad way," hyunjin hastily defends. "it's the way she's so paranoid, always on the edge. it can't be anxiety. anxiety doesn't make you act that way. it's almost like she's scared of something or someone."

he leaves it at that, allowing for the others to ponder over it.

your managers hadn't mentioned anything. maybe it was a sasaeng bothering you? maybe you slipped up and you were scared to share it with the company? scared of their berating?

"we can't jump to conclusions, can we?" felix interjects, fingers anxiously drumming against the table.

hyunjin shakes his head. "we can't. that's why i've been observing her for the past few weeks, and this was the most reasonable explanation i could find."

"what exactly made you start looking into it?"

"i tried jump scaring her two weeks ago, when she thought she was alone at the dorms. and she was so livid she didn't even crack a smile. i thought maybe she was just in a bad mood but for a few days after she kept acting strange around me. she would barely speak to me and even when she did she wouldn't meet my eyes."

chan hums, a frown twisting against his features. if hyunjin's guess was correct, you could be in serious trouble. and if he thought about it, there may just be a chance the boy was right. if you really did have a stalker threatening you, the chances you told them about it were close to zero. you were never one to confide in people easily.

"let's not tell the managers about it, yeah? we'll all observe her too. try seeing if there's anything out of the ordinary?"

and so they all agree, leaving the company in a much worse mood than with which they had entered. you were alone back at the dorms. it was your first day off in a very long time. hence hyunjin had chosen that moment to tell the others.

the drive back is tense. nobody says much. a few of them scroll through social media, trying to see if there's any news about a stalker. but they come up with nothing.

everything seems normal.

that is until they reach their apartment.

the change is immediately obvious. when chan unlocks the door, he stumbles back in surprise when he sees their dinner table blocking the corridor of the entrance, preventing them from entering the living room. the couch had also noticeably shifted, turned such that anyone sitting on it would have a clear view of the windows and the front door. every window is shut, the latches bolted.

"what the fuck happened here?" seungmin mutters in shock, carefully lifting the table from one end and moving it to make space for them to enter. the entire layout had changed.

"where's yn?"

all of them are visibly terrified as they make their way deeper into the dorm, noticing the can of pepper spray lying on the center table.

"yn!"

no answer.

"fuck. I hope she's okay."

there's nothing they can do besides hope as they reach your door. it's locked. there's no sound coming from the other side.

"yn?" Chan's voice wavers as he silently knocks at your door.

no answer.

"yn! it's us!" lee know pounds against the door.

there's a moment of tense silence before they hear the unmistakable click of your lock.

"hi?"

your hair is ruffled and your eyes puffy. you had been asleep.

it takes you by surprise when jeongin pushes his hyungs aside to grab you by the shoulders, chest heaving with the fright you had given them.

"what's wrong innie? why do you guys look like you've seen a ghost?"

"what's wrong? you tell us yn. why is all our furniture completely rearranged?"

for the first time your eyes land on the living room, and you gulp.

shit. you forgot to clean up.

"there was a bee. I was trying to kill it."

"what?"

it sounds ridiculous even to your own ears, but it's the best excuse you have.

"yeah. that's why the windows are closed. it got in somehow and I lost it. I was just trying to search for it." you shrug.

"what about the pepper spray?"

"I couldn't find the bug repellent."

the excuses come to you naturally.

"yn please-"

"it's not that big of a deal, oppa" you cut chan off, defensively crossing your arms. "you know I hate bugs. that's all there is to this. now will you please let me go back to sleep?"

you don't wait for their reply, shutting the door and locking it, leaving your members half confused and half exasperated. you were lying to them.

"please tell me none of you believed her." hyunjin whispers into the silence of the afternoon, taking care that you don't overhear them.

"something's definitely wrong," han agrees, his foot bouncing unconsciously against the carpet. "she's hiding something."

"but what?"

the million dollar question. what were you hiding? was it really a stalker?

"should we tell the managers about it now?"

"I think we should," lee know adds, looking at the others for confirmation.

"don't you think she'll be angry? she doesn't like people meddling with her business. you know how defensive she gets."

all of them turn to chan. in the end, it would be his say.

"I think we should try figuring out the reason first ourselves."

"but-"

"a motion detector and CCTV camera might work. hidden from sight, of course. it would alert us."

changbin hums, agreeing with their leader. "We could give it a try. It's better than nothing."

and so the plan is set. felix makes an excuse of buying parts for his PC and brings home the camera and motion detector. when you go to shower the next morning, the device is expertly concealed and motion detectors set in place.

chan insists you stay back that day too, going on for a long time about something related to your health and dark circles and what not. you agree reluctantly, and they don't fail to notice it. you didn't want to be alone. that was something.

"don't worry ynnie," jeongin reassures you as he ties his shoe lace while the others wait for him at the entrance. "the company is only 5 minutes away, we wont be far."

"are we just going to wait around here with nothing to do?" lee know asks, leaning back into the couch in their dance room.

"we don't have another option."

and so they do exactly that - wait. but it's not for long.

fifteen minutes into their boredom the first alarm goes off. the motion detectors had been triggered and the bell rings from chan's phone - where the control system had been set up.

"quick, check the camera!"

all eight of them huddle around chan's screen, watching intently at the familiar sight of their living room, eyes scanning for any sign of someone trying to break in.

but it's only you. you're pacing the living room, hands wringing by your side as you keep looking over your shoulder, flinching every time a paper rustles or the curtains move from the wind.

"what's wrong with her?"

felix furrows his brows, looking at the controls on chan's screen to make sure that the motion detector outside their front hasn't been activated. that meant nobody was trying to break in.

"she seems terrified."

"call her."

seungmin wastes no time in dialing your contact, and they watch in unison as you very nearly jump out of your skin when your phone goes off, a hand going to clutch your chest as you collapse into the couch.

"hello?"

your voice sounds normal. they wouldn't have suspected anything if they couldn't see your leg anxiously bouncing.

"is everything okay there?" seungmin asks carefully. he can't giveaway that they're secretly keeping an eye on you.

"uh yeah- yeah sure. everything is fine. why?"

"no reason. I was just taking a break."

"oh."

"alright stay safe. We'll be back in a while."

Seungmin is just about to hang up when you stop him.

"wait!"

for the first time a hysterical note seeps into your voice.

"yes?"

he's met with silence as they notice you pondering over something through the camera.

"yn?"

"nevermind. it's nothing. don't overwork yourself."

chan sighs deeply as he listens to you over the speaker, his fingers tightly gripping the edges of his phone.

you mutter your bye, and they watch you get up, carefully placing your phone on the table.

and then you do what they had been waiting for.

pushing your weight against the couch, you move it directly towards the wall, leaving no gap in between.

another alarm goes off on chan's phone.

then you angle it a bit, the same way they had found it the day before, such that you have a clear view of all entrances to the dorm.

all this while anxiously looking over your shoulder, once even jumping a bit as your foot got stuck on a fold in the carpet. your movements are tense, screaming with urgency, and it's the breaking point for them.

"that's it. we're going back," changbin huffs as he stands up, the other following behind quickly. chan maintains his concentration on the screen.

"she's turning on the t.v," chan informs, slinging his laptop bag over his shoulder and following them out of the building.

the ride back is silent. if their manager picks up on the strange atmosphere he doesn't mention it, and they're grateful to that. lying to their manager would be worse than hiding this from him.

it's only a five minutes drive, but it feels like eternity. when they finally enter the building, running up the stairs, it's eerie how peaceful their apartment looks from the out.

"do we knock or?"

"no. it might scare her."

seungmin pulls out the key from his pocket, trying to be as soft as possible as he unlocks the door, not wanting to startle you with any sudden noise.

"yn?"

chan quickly turns off his phone, stepping through the threshold.

you're sitting exactly where they saw you, some show mindlessly playing on the t.v. your eyes lock in on them as you scramble up.

"you guys are early. it's barely been half an hour."

should they tell you truth? confront you? try to coax it out of you? be subtle about it?

"guys?"

they snap out of their trance, their voices immediately breaking the silence of the dorm.

"yeah! we didn't want to leave you by yourself for long."

"oh."

you take your place on the couch, and raise a brow as they all settle themselves around you too. they don't change or wash up or anything. they just silently occupy any empty space they can find.

it's strange.

"are you guys ok?" you voice, turning off the t.v to look at felix who's sitting beside you.

silence.

they all exchange glances. someone has to bring it up.

"are you okay?" hyunjin finally asks, turning his body to face yours.

"what?"

"yn, please. just answer him."

"no no what do you mean hyune?"

you voice is an octave higher, hands digging into the leather cushion of their couch.

"yn," chan tries to pacify. they hadn't expected this to escalate over a simple question.

"what? why are all of you looking at me like that? i'm fine there's nothing wrong with me."

"yn-"

"stop interfering in things that aren't your business!" you finally snap, cutting felix off as you stand up, turning to face them. "this is none of your business so keep out of it!"

you're breathing heavily and a beat passes in silence.

"yn, what's wrong love?"

chan carefully gets up to put an arm over your shoulder, gently pulling you down to sit. you're trembling and barely half a minute passes before you crumble into chan's shoulder - suddenly - sobs punctuating the silence of the afternoon.

"i'm sorry," you manage between gasps. "i'm so sorry."

even chan look alarmed as he hurriedly tries to calm you down.

"there's nothing to be sorry about, ynnie. please talk to us."

but you can barely talk. you're all but wailing as the other seven huddle around you, their reassurances mixing together.

"i lied. i've been a terrible friend, snapping at you all the time. i'm so sorry it's all my fault."

"yn-"

"nothing is okay. everything is a mess and i don't know what to do."

the leader gently coaxes your face out from where it's nestled in his neck, and rubs a thumb below your waterline, collecting the salt streams streaking down your face.

"ynnie. please calm down, yeah? we want to help. tell us what's wrong."

"i'm- i'm messed up, chan. that's what is wrong."

"don't say that! it's not true."

you break down into another torment of sobs, and they hurry to calm you down.

"it's my head. it's messing with me. something is wrong. i just-," you voice breaks as chan leans to plant a soft kiss against your temple. "-i just don't know what."

"what do you mean?" hyunjin asks softly.

you take your time, elaborating through sobs and broken gasps about your suspected condition. if you had thought they would judge you, you were completely wrong. they listen attentively, comforting you through it.

"i don't want to, but i can't help it," you whisper, leaning into chan's touch. "my brain convinces me that there's always someone hiding just beyond my sight. everytime i speak to someone i'm wired into believing they'll use that information against me somehow, or they'll try to harm me. public events are a nightmare. i don't remember the last time i've been to an award show and felt alright."

"oh yn."

han all but pounces on you and chan, ruffling your hair as hiccups wrack through your figure.

they've never seen you like this. they've never seen anyone like this, in fact.

"it's so loud in my head. it started off small, i didn't even notice when i began thinking or feeling this way. but it just got worse and worse to the point where i've been an absolute pain to all of you - snapping at you, lying to you, fighting with you. i just- i don't know what to do anymore."

"hey hey, listen to me, yeah? this is not your fault. and you haven't been a pain. don't ever think that again," chan reminds you, coaxing you to face him, heart breaking a little at the tears streaking your face.

"but-"

"nope. nuh-uh. no blaming this on yourself."

you chin wobbles as you try to control a fresh onslaught of sobs.

all of them are so understanding you don't even know if you're crying from all the love or the confrontation.

"we'll help you through this, yn. we promise. you don't have to suffer through this alone."

"you don't have to do this. you're all already so busy and-"

"your mental health is a lot more important to us than anything else," felix interjects flatly, rubbing a soothing hand over your back.

"yeah! you've been hiding this for so long and we just want to help you feel better again! no matter what it takes."

you flash a grateful smile to changbin through the tears, earning an encouraging grin from him.

"you're all too nice for your own good. thank you."

"don't worry you can repay us by letting me jump scare you!"

"yah hyunjin do you want to be stuffed into the air fryer?"

it didn't take a genius to figure out who the comment came from as you giggled softly.

it's going to be okay, you think. you know your boys will help you through it, and that itself was the first step of your recovery.

you'll be fine.

©lixie-phoria, 2024

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pretzel-box · 2 months

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The scars we share [Leon Kennedy Soulmate AU] [Part 1]

Warnings: Mentions of scars

Tags: Fluff, comfort, Leon as a protective friend!

Words: 1.3k

Summary: You and your soulmate share scars. While you worry about them, the man you met in the supermarket worries about you.

"In this world people find their soulmate through the strangest things. Sharing a red string. Seeing the world in black and white till the right person appear or having a word written on your arm. Every pair of soulmate has an unqiue bonding."

The page ends there. The paragraph in this book alone left you annoyed and you smashed it straight against the wall, hoping it will throw away your negative feelings too. The excitment of having an own soulmate quickly disappeared, when you found out that your supposed partner and you shared scars. Every time when they get hurt, you get the same scar. Same the other way around. First it was nothing to worry about, it was simple things like a cut on the finger. This was the first scar that they gave you. A small white line on your pinky finger, like a pinky promise that your soulmate will forever be a part of you.

Over the time, the scars appeared more frequent. On your chest, shoulder, hips and legs. First it worried you, maybe your fated person was in danger? But time passed and it quickly became a bothersome issue. Yes, you're still worried for them but at the same time people thought you're the one in danger.

Thats how you met Leon, some millitary guy at the store. The man actually had trouble buying groceries, so you kindly helping him out. While taking a pack of dishwasher tabs from the higher asile shelves, the sleeve from your shirt fell down, exposing the rather nasty scars on your arm. The man definitly noticed since he started to ask in a low tone. "Are you okay?" The sudden low-voiced question caught you off guard and it took a moment for you to realize what he was talking about. "Oh, those? It's from my soulmate. Don't worry, I'm absolutely fine!" You forced yourself to laugh and hoped it reassured the worrying man. It was sweet for him to worry about you, despite knowing you for only a short moment.

Leon and you ended up becoming friends and exchanging phone numbers. He is an absolute sweetheart despite his stoic and serious face. And he ended up giving some useful tips for treating scars. Apparently even an military guy like him does a good skincare routine. He would also check up on you a lot, asking for your well-being and if you got more scars. He was like your personal male mom-friend.

Few days passed and you're sitting on the couch, caressing your elbow. Your soulmate actually managed to give you both a scar on the elbow. Exactly when you wanted to groan in frustration, a message popped up on your phone display.

'One new message from Mr.Lele'

Leon was sending you a link for a pricey skin lotion. Quite the sum for your poor budget.

"For your scars, I could give you some to try out." Sweet carrying mom-friend.

This was the reason for your first visit in his minimalistic appartment, and you could swear this man has more dust in his home than furniture at this point. He excused it by explaining that he's usually on business trips or crashing at other places. The whole appartment was just a cheap space to store the things he owned. It was hard to make out what kind of person Leon really was based on his belongings. While he fetched the lotion from the small bathroom, you walked around his bedroom and looked at the different items. Among them was a cute little postcard with a childish drawing, on it were three people presented as stickmans. A brown haired woman in a red jacket, a small blond girl and a blond man in a police uniform. Over their heads was a huge text written in a red crayon. "ThAnK yoU foR sAvIng Me YoUr SherRy." Sweet.

Next to it was a picture, it showed Leon standing in a line with other men who wore military uniform.

That was all. Everything else didn't showed any important items. Just some dusty untouched books in a bookshelf that are serving as decoration, a dead potted plant and a simple selection of clothes thrown lazily over a chair.

"Got it." His smooth voice catched your attention. In an instant you turned around and greeted him with a smile before looking at the small lotion box in his hand. "Mind if I?" He pointed to your arm that he already saw in the supermarket. You didn't turned him down and raised up your sleeve, displaying your arm to him. Leon started to hold your arm gently and traced the lines of the scars with his thumb. It was sending a tingle down the spine. Somehow it felt right to feel his touch just like that. You even missed the worried gaze he held. The man was totally focused on your arm, frowining softly as if he felt guilty for your scars.

"I know. They look bad. But I'm sure my soulmate didn't gave me those on purpose. I'm actually hoping that they are okay." A chuckle escaped your lips as you rambled about your scars and sorrows. The whole moment felt right, as if Leon always has been your friend and you know each other for ages. "Maybe they are clumpsy, or bravely spending their time saving other people." The man seemed less tense and lets out a content sigh. "They are probably sorry for hurting such a stunning person as yourself."

That caught your off guard and heat rushed into your cheeks. Did he just gave you a compliment? His thumb continued to caress the skin and you could feel the care and love he puts into his movements, it felt soothing and relaxing. You could melt right there just from the single touch he gave you. "It will be cold for a moment." He warns as he got some white lotion on his fingertips. He massaged it with care onto the scars. The steel blue eyes watched the movements of his hands closely.

"How come you know so much about scar-treatment? Is military rough to you?" You quickly came up with a topic to speak about before he was able to see the thick blush on your cheeks.

He hesitated, probably thinking about what to say next. Maybe it was embarassing for him to admit that he simply had a thing for skincare? Or he has a deep secret backstory? The thoughts made you smile to yourself. No matter what it was, it was cute that he's sharing his knowledge and experience with you.

"I got a soulmate." He starts. "They seem to live a pretty peaceful life." His eyes looked up to meet yours. The worries and guilt turned into certainty. "Or at least a violent-free one." His grip tightens around your arm, but it didn't hurt. "And they make me feel save. To know that they don't get in danger or have risky military operations like me, makes me feel happy."

The way he spoke was like a personal speech, as if he was sharing something personal and important with you.

"I wanna see them save but at the same time I hurt them."

"I'm sure you don't, Leon." You touch his cheek gently to cheer him up a bit. He sounds genuinely like a good person and there is no way he is capable of hurting someone. Especially someone that he shares a deep bond with.

"I hurt you." Leon pushes on your scar. "Multiple times." Then he lifts his arm and touches your elbow. Your hips, your leg, your shoulder... And thats the moment when the conclusion came into your mind. Your eyes widden and left your mouth agape. There are so many questions. So many words. And yet only one thing left your mouth.

"Are you hurt?"

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #resident evil fanfiction #leon kenendy fluff #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy fanfic #Leon Kennedy AU

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ashipiko · 4 months

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“A Hundred and More Memories with You”

SUMMARY: A story in which Ace reminisces upon the many memories of him and Ashi.

WORD COUNT: 5.8k

NOTES: <3 enjoy the rare Ashi writing

taglist: @taruruchi @deeva-arud @thelegendaryfluffypotato13 @midnightmah07 @cynthinesia

Ace would consider himself an Ashi expert. A lot of people would consider him one too, considering how often they hang out with each other.

And when he says it’s a lot, it’s a lot. Sure, of course, there’s Deuce and Grim too. They all go through their antics together, whether it be slaying in a singing and dancing competition or solving the latest issue Night Raven College has got to answer, which includes facing off against high school boys in life-risking duels, when they should really be in therapy. They all went through a lot together and somehow pulled through and survived all that nonsense too. Same class, same lunch table, same shenanigans for them all. And Ace would like to think of them as a dream quad, but here’s the thing.

Who got there just a little earlier than Juice did when Ashi was having trouble at Scarabia? Who did Ashi go to hug tightly when that happened? Who did Ashi stay behind with when VDC practice came by and everyone else left the room? Who turned out to feel so comfortable with him that she fell asleep on his shoulder? Who always bunks at Ramshackle and is always taken in by the prettiest girl at NRC?

That’s right. Not Grim, not Deuce, but Ace Trappola himself.

It might not be much, but Ace finds himself thinking that it’s those small things that no one else sees that places him a little higher than everyone else. With this, at least. He can confidently go up to anyone and go, “Hey! That’s my best friend you’re talking to, you know?” with a shit eating grin on his face, and no one would bat an eye. Because that’s just usual Ace behavior around Ashi.

Behind closed doors or not, he’s real committed to her.

…Maybe if you cut out their first meeting, actually. He thinks about it sometimes. How’d he fall for a goody two shoes like her?

Just some girl, straight out a coffin and fell onto the floor, during NRC’s opening ceremony. It was really funny! Doesn’t mean it made him think much about it. Like yeah, sure it's all-boys school, but it’s not anything crazy. What, none of you have seen a girl before? Do you guys not have moms?

Until Ace spots her again, her eyes crinkling in confusion at the sight of the Great Seven. Some dialogue is exchanged, and nothing is of note. She’s cute and pretty, sure, but it’s not like Ace came to NRC, an all-boy’s school might he reiterate, to get a girlfriend. After the last snooze fest he had? Pfft! Forget it! Not to mention she’s got no passion or fire within her. The little furball she’s got beside her is the one who carries that all for her, I guess.

“Maybe before you try gettin’ into the academy again, you should try a second crack at kindergarten? Hahaha!” That was the Ashi-Grim duo’s first taste of the iconic grin™.

“Grrrr… How dare you!”

“Anyway, I’ve gotta head to class~. Unlike these two janitor losers over here I’ve got places to be. I’ll leave you alone and let’cha get back to picking up some trash.”

Ace still remembers looking over at such a blank face. Just standing there like a statue, watching the situation play out. Nothing about this interaction would’ve hinted to what was in store for him.

“Hey, goody two shoes, maybe loosen up a little, how ‘bout it? You could benefit from some good old insults every once in a while. Take a page outta the weasel’s book here.” The redhead teases one last time before his departure, as he watches the brunette’s eyes lock with his.

“Hehe,” Ashi finally perks up, “I’ll think about it, Acey.” She chimes.

Ace is about to shoot something at her again, until a blaze of blue fire engulfs the area around them. All tension is lost and next thing he knows, he’s battling a literal animal and being sent to wash windows as punishment for the roughhousing. He didn’t sign up for this at all! But after some self reflection, the Ace now would roll his eyes and mutter, “Well, I GUESS it was kinda deserved.” But of course, that would only be because of Ashi. Despite how much of a “bad influence” he is on her, in her own way, his best friend had her own ways of helping Ace improve himself too. They balance eachother out well, and Ace smiles as he thinks this. To make himself feel better? Maybe.

Even still, in the beginning, Ace didn’t really think much about Ashi. He ditched the whole window cleaning ordeal for a reason, you know? And no matter how hard he tried, no amount of pushing her buttons resulted in any sort of snap back, no retorts at all. Bullying her more than Deuce didn’t work either— so he eventually gave up and changed targets. Which I guess was fine, since he had to focus on the stressful situation of the mines.

But at the end of the mage stone obtaining mission, when Ashi caught some time alone with him on the walk back as Deuce and Grim walked ahead, Ace figured that she just wanted a piece of him. He can’t blame her, honestly, so he decided to give her what she wanted and talked to her casually for a while. He thought one last time, adding some spice into the conversation, to joke around.

“You were reaaaally scared back in that dark and spooky house, weren’tcha?” Ace teases, giving Ashi that signature grin once again, “The cave too, to boot. What are you, actually scared of the dark or something?”

He catches Ashi’s attention, and she looks at him, offended, “Aaand? I totally did it still, you know! Give credit where credit’s due, Acey!”

“Still means you’re a baby.”

“Hmph.” Ashi huffs in response, pouting a little, “…At least I manned up and made a plan instead of arguing like an idiot with the others.”

An actual comeback? For real? Ace didn’t think she had it in her!

The ginger’s lips curl up into an even bigger grin as he pokes the bear a little more, “And who did the execution, huh? Without me, you wouldn’t have even gotten to go through with your plan!”

“I could say that about Deucey. He definitely deserves more credit than you do anyway.”

“Ha! As if. Juice over here barely did anything.”

“Either way, neither of you would’ve come out of this successfully without me,” Ashi sighs, fed up with Ace’s behavior, “What’s your brawn worth if you don’t think about how to use it?”

“Offense over defense, baby!”

“Exactly why you would’ve failed without me!” Ashi snaps at him, immediately realizing how much she’s allowed Ace to wind her up right after. She internally scolds herself for acting out, and before Ace can say anything else, she breaks eye contact and changes topics.

Noticing how her body stiffens and her words seem less… slangy than usual, Ace can’t help but ponder about this. This whole entire time, not a single complaint has come out of her lips. Her voice was constantly sing songy throughout the entire nerve-wracking situation, but the way that it climbed up and became more strict and stern at this moment was a complete curveball. A breaking point, perhaps? Not to mention, the sudden way her body closes up and acts like it resets? It’s like she’s being corrected. A light goes off in the instigator’s head.

Huh, Ace thinks. Maybe goody two shoes here isn’t exactly what she’s living up to be.

He barely knows how he got here himself. Something about Ace’s first taste of something outside of Ashi’s whole “peppy good girl” deal was enough of an incentive to pester her more, and more, and more and more and more, only in attempts to see more of that special side of her. And somehow, through some sort of divine intervention, he got closer than anyone could’ve imagined for the guy who’s known for pissing people off.

Closer than anyone else she’s met in Twisted Wonderland has gotten, and based on how she words it, closer than anyone in her home world, even. The fact makes Ace feel bad, but at the same time he can’t help but feel kind of proud. Hell, he doesn’t even understand how people don’t like the real her. The whole good girl act is polite and sweet, sure, but compared to how dynamic and fun the hidden side of her is… Why would you ever think that the shallow 2D side is better than the in-depth 3D side in this scenario?!

If he ever gets there, Ace pledges to beat the hell out of every person who made Ashi think this in her home world. You can count on it.

From there on out, he had to keep his curiosity at a minimum. Though he wanted to keep pushing, he cared for her so much that he didn’t wanna cross her boundaries too far. So he kept it as teases and banters for the time being, because that’s how you keep it light and fun. Such as having sleepovers, just the two of them at Ramshackle.

To say the least, Ace got a little too comfy.

At some point, Ashi would offer him an old sweatshirt she never wears, too oversized for her but perfectly fitting for Ace during the cold nights he would want to visit. At some point, Ace had a secret knock he used at her window after the incident where he had only scared her instead of delightfully surprising her. At some point, Ashi and Ace giggling the night away became the norm for them.

Simple? Yeah, Ace had to admit, it’s just talking the night away with a friend till you both pass out, but it has its charm. Just as they showcase it in movies, the two best friends always hang out under the covers, tell scary stories and laugh excessively due to being way too sleep deprived, having a special bond that no one else would understand, just because they understood each other that well.

Something so simple, and yet something Ashi never got a taste of before.

She never got that close.

So, Ace, being the great friend he is and being the bearer of knowing Ashi’s history of, well, not being too involved in the usual teen activities, he would take it upon himself to go and make a dream come true. His mind begins to wander off way back when, before any of these bestie advancements were a thing. When Ace wouldn’t come out of nowhere, instead making his way through the door, like a normal person. And what better place to propose the idea of Ashi’s very first sleepover than the cafeteria?

“You’re telling me you’ve never had a sleepover. Seriously, Ash? The heck kinda life did you live?” Ace jokes, giving her the most bewildered look as they eat their lunch.

“Eh…” Ashi mumbles about, thinking about it as she takes a bite of her sandwich, “Kinda just the way the cards played out? Dunno, my mom didn’t really get the whole dealio.” Shrugging as if it’s nothing, she looks over at Grim chowing down his food to end the current topic.

Ace looks at her as she finishes talking, and he feels like her smile’s lacking more than it usually does.

“Then why don’t you experience it while you’ve got the right cards?” He shoots back, pulling Ashi back into the conversation, “You know who’s not here? Your mom.” He chuckles a little at his little joke, “Seriously though, take this whole away-from-your-family situation to your advantage!”

“Ace has a point, actually,” Deuce joins the conversation, “For once we agree on something. You’re already in a magic world, what’s one more abnormal thing to experience?”

Ashi blinks a couple times at the pair, before putting her finger to her chin and letting out a hum, “I guess so… Who do I invite, though? Plus, there’s Grimmy I gotta worry about too. This guy’s a drama queen…”

“I need my beauty sleep!” Grim scowls, before getting right back to his tuna. Ace rolls his eyes before he leans across the table, towards Ashi.

“Invite me, duh! Who else is your bestie, Ash?”

She smiles at his attitude, “Mr. Trappola, huuuh?” The brunette takes a comedic amount of time to think about it, “All his complaining miiight keep me up at night… Me and Grim are in the same boat when it comes to the sleep department too~.”

Deuce chuckles, “He really doesn’t shut up. Actually, a sleepover with all of us would be fun, but I have studying to do…”

Grim adds on, “Well I don’t wanna see an ugly face when I wake up!”

Tired of the bashing from the rest of the group, Ace loudly groans, “Then why don’t you take your ugly mug to me and Juice’s dorm while me and Ashi have a sleepover! Problem solved!”

It takes one glance from Deuce for Ace to get the message, “You know, you just sound like you just wanna get alone time with Ashi.”

The redhead glares back, “As if! I just wanna have a sleepover!”

…Only to add a solemn “Back me up, would you?” to it. Deuce gets it and helps him out.

“It would help me actually, Ashi. Take him away from me so I don’t have to worry about getting off track. And Grim can’t be that bad of a roommate, right? He’s just a cat. If he slept the whole time, I think it’d be relaxing if anything.” Deuce adds on, slowly egging on Ashi to decide.

“If you feed me enough tuna!”

The prefect ponders for a second, as her fingers tap once, twice on her chin, “I mean I guess… It’s not like it’s the first time Acey’s stayed over.” Ace pumps his fist in the air, and the other two think he’s being a little too obvious.

“Win! This time, it’ll totally be a proper sleepover. Call me the sleepover master, even! Get ready to not get a wink of sleep tonight, Ash!”

Ashi giggles in response before the bell rings and everyone scatters once again.

Later that night, Ace appears at the door of Ramshackle once he gets word that Grim has taken his place as Deuce’s roommate. He knows that Ashi’s scared of being alone in the dark, so of course he rushes over as fast as he can. Not because he wants to. It’s just what a decent person would do. It’s nothing to give him a weird look about. Right?

A few knocks and he’s let inside, and it’s not like anything has changed much. The dorm is the same old dusty and dainty place it’s always been, except this time he’ll be spending his time in an actual bed. No, it’s not because he’s asked all those previous times that Ashi finally caved in and let him get what he wants. It’s because now they’re just close enough that it’s chill. There’s no other reasoning further than that. Right?

Because he and Ashi are just best friends. He’s not here because he wants to have alone time with her! Ace just wants to see his best friend happy, able to experience all the things she hasn’t. Because that’s what good friends do.

…Right?

Okay, maybe Ace did get a little sidetracked from his main mission now that he thinks about it. The whole idea of being alone with Ashi planted a seed in his head, he admits it, but how could you blame him, honestly? None of that means that he didn’t get what he originally wanted, though. Two birds with one stone! He wins either way!

Still, it’s a night filled to the brim with snarky comments and blissful laughter, and while certain housewardens wouldn’t allow staying up this late, Ace decides that the lack of sleep is worth it. A sleepy Ashi is always cute, cuter than usual, and it’s an evening of rare sights. They’re both laying down all across the bed, staring at the blank ceilings and watching the cobwebs the prefect hates sway with the breeze of the bedroom. It’s calm, and neither of them are thinking about what they’re saying. The norm for one and an uncommon occurrence for the other.

“So how’d your first sleepover go?” Ace mutters, tiredness hitting them both. It’s dim within the room, and it’s thanks to Ashi’s nightlight that they can even take in this atmosphere at all.

“It was pretty hypesies.” Ashi replies back, and it’s a simple exchange. ‘Till she speaks up again after a while, and Ace is surprised at her different tone of voice.

“…Thanks, Acey.”

“Eh? Sounded pretty serious there, Ash.”

“That’s ‘cause I am!”

Ace faintly laughs, “Yeah, yeah. No problem.”

“Really though. I’m pretty sure you’re not as dumb as you look, so you probably caught on already,” Ace’s eyebrows suddenly jump in surprise at the sudden change in character, and Ashi proceeds, “I’m not really used to being this buddy buddy with people, even chicks— And like, it just means a lot to me that you even volunteered to do this with me in the first place. It makes me real happies to call you my bestie, you know?

I like that you’re honest. It makes me feel comfies. I can kinda be more like myself, somethin’ like that? And…” her voice quiets down before she says anything else. Which is somehow both a good and bad thing for Ace.

They both soak in the moment, and Ace’s cheeks feel like they’re burning up just a little. This is probably the most genuine reaction he’s gotten out of her— But at the same time, it’s completely unfair how she’s simultaneously making this seem so casual and yet so impactful.

His train of thought quickly fades away as a small, weak laugh from Ashi breaks through, “Sorries, I got too serious there. You might as well call me Riddle or something at this point,” she murmurs, her voice not quite carrying the energy she intended, “Probs ‘cause it’s past my bedtime.”

Ace hears her sit up a little, and he still stares at the ceiling blankly as he hears the crinkles and turning of the blankets along the bed. His next words practically come out of thin air, cheeks still feeling warm.

“You really should talk more, Ashi.”

The noises he hears suddenly pause, and after a quaint moment of silence, he hears a relieved exhale from the other side of the bed.

“…Thanks, Acey.”

It’s then that Ace wonders if it’s not just his cheeks that are hotter than usual at that moment.

From there on out, Ace feels both better and worse about himself. Because, man, his chest begins to feel kinda weird when he sees her. He swears she’s gotten prettier somehow, but at the same time, he also feels proud that he’s Ashi’s special person— she basically said it herself, y’know? Part of him wonders if this is the farthest he’s gonna get. Both as a friend and, well, maybe more.

So he waits days on end, they have their sleepovers more and more often, and hell, they get to a point where they have sleepovers every day. Ah yeah, the VDC days, amirite?

In his head, Ace thinks that this “era” of “AshAce” (name made by him, proof is in his alchemy notebook) is an era in which their relationship deepened even further.

There’s multiple points and examples he could give, and he’d tell you about ‘em and brag all day if he could. But the most vivid memory for Ace, apart from the one he forcibly tried to forget out of embarrassment, has gotta be when he really saw Ashi speak her mind.

He remembers the rain pittering and pattering outside when he went to go and get a drink. It was a cool night, after everyone was done and exhausted from practice, so he figured the one who’s all “I need my beauty sleep!”, especially, was asleep. Well, until he saw a figure outside and flipped the freak out— Alas, it was just Ashi, but he found it to be pretty out of character for her. She’s notorious for being horrible at dressing herself for the cold, and he’s sure Vil would bark her head off if she got sick before their performance. Ace’s neck still aches in memory of all the times he’s been collared, and he knows that pain of being yelled at by a housewarden all too well. Knowing Ashi? She wouldn’t be able to handle that kind of discipline. So why’s she out there in the first place?

He makes his way outside to investigate, and knocks a couple times on the doorframe, same pattern as he would when stepping through her window. Ashi’s frame jumps in surprise, and she quickly turns around, body stiff and drops of rain across her skin.

“Oh, it’s just you, Acey.”

“You aren’t looking too hot. What’re you even doing out here?”

“Ah…” Her tone of voice trails off, and ends off with a sneeze. Not a good sign.

The boy lets out a somewhat disappointed sigh as he sits down next to her, aware of the sketchbook on the porch as she keeps to herself. Based on the way there’s endless scribbles and several notes floating around the halfway finished sketches, contrasting against the blissful, one-take doodles in class, Ace puts the pieces together and concludes that maybe he’ll stay quiet just this once, the best he can. To prevent himself from getting any more tuckered out, and to prevent Ashi clamming up again.

He doesn’t like oysters, and clams sure aren’t that different in this scenario.

Now that he’s got a better look at her though, Ashi doesn’t seem to be very warm. The rainy ambience gave everything a downer mood, and her lack of a dry jacket is concerning. Her cheeks are wet too; but Ace can’t tell if that’s a byproduct of the weather or her own emotions.

“You don’t wanna get sick, do you? Vil’s never gonna let you hear the end of it.” Ace mutters, as he takes his own NRC blazer and drapes it across Ashi’s shoulders. She gives a faint smile, one saying thanks, before it fades away once again.

“You know me~. Not good with cold weather.”

“You’re even worse with discipline.”

“Fairs.” Ashi sighs, her voice quavering a little. The vibes in the air aren’t it, as Ashi would usually say, and I guess that’s something to apologize for for her.

“Sorry,” she says. It’s a quick mutter, but Ace hears it. And he hears her act unravel further and further, feeling his own heart drop and drop.

Hesitant, she continues, “I’m— I think I’m too tired to keep anything up at this point. There’s been so many issues going on and with managing and performing in VDC and feeling homesick I can’t even look anyone in the face right now. I’m so worried that my smile doesn’t live up to what it usually does, and I’m worried that everyone’s gonna notice and it’s all gonna go to ruins and the whole process of learning the dance and song is gonna get so— so… I don’t know!

I wanna perform. I want to learn from the others, but I don’t want to show them an Ashi that they’ll be annoyed with or make them think she isn’t what she’s lived up to be. I just can’t muster up the courage to push the act, so I end up spiraling down and isolating myself which is so not it for a cooperative project like this. Even if I do show up, the heck are the odds that they’ll be satisfied with such a half-assed act. It’s so hard to keep up.”

And now I’m showing you all of this stuff that I don’t want you to see and it’s embarrassing. It’s… I’m sorry, Ace. I’m sorry.”

Her confession finally comes to an end, and Ashi falls into silence. Meanwhile, Ace’s response is said so quickly— It doesn’t even seem like he’s keeping up with his own words.

“Ashi, seriously, you know I really don’t care, right?”

“…Huh?”

“Actually. I don’t care at all. I can’t speak for everyone else, but I don’t give a care in the world if you’re crying on my shoulder or laughing and doodling on my paper in class,” a breathy laugh follows suit, “Great Seven, honestly, when are you gonna realize that?”

The way Ace’s words just fall out of his mouth make him feel like he’s being too honest and brash again, and he doesn’t want to hurt Ashi in any way. He stops himself for a second before looking at the brunette’s expression, delicate and yet invested. It’s not anything ordinary, and maybe someone would find it weird coming from her. But if anything, Ace is an honest man. Both of them know this.

“You… Man. You know how I said you should talk more? That still holds up. You should think less, if anything. You overthink all these things, and you’re so people pleaser about it. Like— C’mon! You know I’ve got your back. You don’t have to be so cautious and scared of things.”

Ashi can barely process his words.

“Just know that I…”

Ace pauses.

“I… care for you. A lot.”

The silence that follows after is awkward, sure. Two frozen figures under the thin overhead of Ramshackle dorm, and Ace feels like he’s fumbled his words. The one time he hesitates.

Yet, one more raindrop falls to the floor, breaking the silence. And after that, one, two, three follow pursuit.

She doesn’t say anything, and yet Ace hears so much. Offering her his shoulder, they spend just a while longer together, soaking in the moment. Ace doesn’t mind the tears soaking into his clothing. Because if it results in Ashi’s true, sunny smile shining his way, he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind at all.

Of course, not without some lighthearted teasing.

It’s a bittersweet memory, Ace notes as he reminisces. A memory of many, but definitely one of the highlights, he thinks. Like he said, a pretty core point in their relationship, and an eye opener as to how Ashi works.

…He could even say it helped soothe his own insecurities too.

Ace would consider himself brash, assertive, and I guess in some cases, insensitive of other’s feelings. Other people think that too. It’s part of who he is, the troublemaking prankster he is. It’s a double edged sword. Sometimes people complain about your attitude and think you’re a dick, or sometimes people actually think you’re doing something good on a rare occasion.

While this kind of attitude could totally get you out of sticky scenarios, sometimes Ace’s heart hurts at the way people climb up before him. He did it to himself, really— I mean, he’s gained a reputation and at an expense, he just so happened to lose the chance of hearing some praise. The troublemaker gets something done? At least he’s actually done something. The good guy does it? Everyone’s cheering him on.

It stings a little.

It’s just the way he is, he knows it. He tells himself this again and again. He’s proud of it, but it’s hard to feel like he’s really accomplished something when people treat him the way they do. When he feels like he’s falling behind, all he can do is give snarky remarks to the people above him. He doesn’t do anything. He doesn’t gain anything.

But the rainy clouds fade away when Ashi’s near him, able to put all her trust in his care and see him as something better than a guy who’ll mess things up. She sees him as her knight in shining armor, and Ace’s heart heals.

To be someone people want to be around, and to have people see you for your true self without berating you because of it.

It’s something they both want. Something they both have, now that they’re together. Ace doesn’t wanna let that go. Not for one second.

These memories and thoughts with the girl he really loves are what Ace has to repeat in his mind, over and over and over again in this moment. Because when he’s standing in their little Heartslabyul hideout, the mood perfect and warm just like those paintings Ashi gushes about, voice clear and his back straight, he needs all the evidence he has.

He’s ready to take a shot at making this last forever.

Though, despite how determined he is, it’s not like he’s acting like his palms aren’t insanely sweaty right now. It’s lowkey embarrassing at how riled up he is about this.

Even in his basketball matches, he isn’t this nervous. But maybe it’s ‘cause Ashi isn’t cheering him on now that he’s really feeling the pressure? His thoughts wander and wander… couldn’t she get here sooner?

Jeez, how do you talk to girls again?

Ace has had a girlfriend before. He knows how to treat girls, but this opportunity is so much more stressful. Ashi’s not just a shot at a possible girlfriend for fun. He’s surprised himself if he’s being real about it, that he’s even this serious about them.

He didn’t intend for it to end up this way. To be friends, to best friends, to falling for one another and now, risking it all away in attempts to, what, kiss her? I guess it would be worth it. Wait— maybe he shouldn’t get too cocky about it. But doesn’t Ashi love him because he’s cocky? Wait a minute! Who said she even liked him like that in the first place?!

The redhead groans a little as he throws his head back. His last get-a-girl operation compared to this is insane. From boring stupid love to serious I-love-you-for-real love? Did Ashi really impact him this badly? Did her hopeless romantic disease spread to him too?! At this point, Ace doesn’t know if the break they spent apart while Ashi was off fighting Idia helped him calm down his feelings or make them more prominent.

He wallows in his thoughts a little longer, the doubt slowly consuming him, before a small noise of footsteps make their way towards him, causing him to straighten up. A patch of leaves open up, and Ashi waves through, catching Ace with somewhat of a goofy smile on his face.

Gosh, she really is pretty.

The nervous boy stands and waits for her to make her way towards him, and Ashi looks around the garden. Someone spruced it up, for sure. Starting out as just a simple hideout for Ace when he tried stalling from getting collared by Riddle, and turning into a hangout space for the two of them, Ashi never would’ve thought she’d see it in its full glory like this. Some cute fairy lights, treats on the small table, and even considering her fear of the dark, something about the atmosphere here still makes her feel delighted. It’s nice, but it obviously gives the suspicion that something’s gonna happen.

While she’s stuck enjoying the scenery, Ace can’t help but feel his smile getting even goofier as he watches her. The smile that shines through as she looks over at him tells Ace that he’s gotten successful with the first part.

“Ahaha. Acey, everything’s so bedazzled. What’s happening?” Ashi jokes, her voice chiming through the nighttime breeze. The redhead chuckles a little, before stepping another step closer.

“Just got something to tell you. It’s not a bad joke this time, I swear,” Ace comments, trying to keep the mood light, “So I tried getting the vibes to translate through this and that. Artsy, right? You proud?” He gives a snarky smile, gaining a laugh from the brunette.

“Yeah yeah~. So what is it?” Ashi tilts her head, awaiting for the big reveal. Ace gulps, before going on ahead. Just like he planned.

“Listen, I know that we haven’t really gotten time to spend with eachother since the end of VDC, but the whole break while you were gone… It got me to think about some stuff.” He starts off, focusing on the way Ashi’s expression changes along the way, “It made me really think of all the stuff we’ve been through, together, and I couldn’t help but keep thinking about how close we’ve gotten since you got here.

And NRC is filled to the brim with guys. Heck, some of them even have crushes on you. But…” Ace exhales, his heartbeat quickening as he starts to forget his lines. But in proper Trappola fashion, he bounces back and decides to go with his gut.

Brows furrowed as he clasps Ashi’s hands in his and pulls it to his chest, he spills his heart out to her.

“But none of those guys, and I mean none of them deserve you! You deserve someone you can laugh and cry with. Someone who won’t hate on you for showing something a little weaker than a big grin. Like me.

No matter what, even if we ever butt heads, you know I’ll always set it straight. Heck— I don’t even know how much time you have left in Twisted Wonderland— and I don’t know how much time we have left together. But none of that matters.

Because, Ashi— I love you.

I love you and I want to spend every single second with you. As something more than friends. Something where I can give you all the love you deserve, and you don’t have to be scared.

So please, just answer me.

Will you let me?”

The stars shine in Ashi’s eyes as she processes Ace’s words, and he feels his heart beating out of his chest. The tension is insane, and he can’t do anything but watch her for any sign of a reaction.

Stars, dancing in her eyes as they tear up and shine, her cheeks being painted a rosy red, and her shining smile falling into a soft one.

“Ace…”

“I love you, Ash.”

She laughs as her face faces downwards, hair falling over her eyes, “You idiot…” she mutters, before looking Ace in the eyes once again.

“I love you too. A lot.” Ashi confesses back, voice choking up a little as she laughs again. Again and again. It’s music to Ace’s ears, and he can't help but find himself laughing along as he picks her up and hugs her like it was her last. The two simmer in their emotions for a while, tears and jolly laughter transforming the atmosphere into a lovely and bright scene.

This is another memory to mark down, Ace subconsciously thinks as he holds Ashi in his arms, one to look back on again and again.

And he can’t wait to make even more memories from here on out.

#THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE THO #and a big thank you to the tenkaku server for helping me out <3 #welcome to my ace characterization!!!!!!#hope it gives better insight on ashi’s chara too #ashace #ace trappola #twstshi #ashi tamadai #twst oc #twst oc x canon #twisted wonderland #twst #THAT SHOULD BE IT I THINK……#mini spoilers but <3 fun fact I referenced Ace’s ghost marriage proposal/speech in his confession #teehee

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hi there!!!!! can i get a scenario thingy where what happens if the reader has a crush on alejandro, ghost and soap? (Separately)

a/n: my first request (tee hee), but I hope this is fitting your ideal lore? I would be glad to make another one for the other two requested characters but I had to finally show Ghost some love considering I am like this currently because of him, TYTY 4 UR REQUEST!!!

summary: both you and ghost get injured on a mission so you decide to tell him how you feel. word count: 1,886 cw: completely sfw + gender neutral, little bit of profanity, mentions of injury, blood, and guns. (if there's anything else you feel a warning is needed feel free to let me know always.)

ofc all interactions are much appreciated :)

What could you say about Simon Ghost Riley?...other than the fact that you had the worst crush on him ever. It was embarrassing the amount of times you would fumble over your words, drop things, and just overall act a fool because of his presence. Although you had to give yourself some leeway; Ghost was tall, mysterious, and really nice, which caught you off guard at first.

The times he tightened your gear for you, fixed your form in various combat training, hell when you were partnered on missions he rarely ever let an enemy even get a chance to breathe the same air as you, but as much as you loved his military based care; it was the out of work “affections” that sold you.

The times you, Soap, and Ghost went to bars after long missions, he would force you to walk on the “inside” of the sidewalk, holding your various items, a gesture you never requested but always melted over. The cherry on top was the fact that no one ever had the audacity to even approach you, nights like these you often found your lovesick eyes examining his unassuming frame.

Soap was the only one who knew of your “affliction” as he loved to call it; you’d gush and gush over the large skull man, talking his ear off about it all the time. It wonderfully brought you closer as teammates and friends, the thought of losing your trusted confidant was sickening to keep it simple.

“Focus” Ghost spoke ripping you from your intimate thoughts

“Sorry” You apologized focusing on the man in front of you

You were currently on a mission with Ghost, obviously not the best time to be waltzing down memory lane but he brought out the illogical side of you. You closed your eyes mouthing a silent “thank you” that this wasn’t a terribly serious mission. It was a simple intel retrieval and currently you both were standing right next to what you needed to get.

“This feels entirely too easy” You joked with a small laugh

Before Ghost could even chime in, a gunshot hit you straight in your arm; if the person had aimed just a bit higher it would've hit you in your neck. As the pain fully set in, Ghost pulled you both behind the cover of a wall in which you slid down.

“Fuck” He cursed bending down to look at your bleeding arm

“Don’t focus on me” You winced knowing that if he did then you’d both just die

“Shut up” “Of course I'm gonna focus on you” He said sternly before lifting your injured arm

You felt his large hands move carefully on the inside of your arm knowing exactly what he was looking for and what he wasn’t finding.

“It didn’t go through” You sighed pushing yourself up with a pained huff

“We need to get out of here” Ghost said while taking careful peeks past the wall

You used your uninjured hand to first secure your rifle on your good shoulder before removing your gun from your holster. He’d never admit it but Ghost didn’t want you fighting at all, the fear of you getting killed in this moment plagued his mind. What was worse was the fact that he knew you had to, and he had to as well, if you stayed here you would die for sure.

He signaled you to stay behind the wall before he moved to a different cover, earning a shot from the mysterious gunman. You carefully peaked your head around the corner of the wall delivering a fatal shot to the man you saw.

Your head turned to see what directions that Ghost had to give you but he was gone from the spot he was before. You carefully moved to his previous cover and then to another but still no sign of him.

“Ghost?” You whispered into the unsettling still air

As you closed your eyes to calm your panicking thoughts you heard a major commotion followed by two gunshots coming from a nearby arch way, without thinking you ran towards it seeing Ghost take out a person before both of their bodies fell to the ground.

You quickly rushed to his side taking a breath of relief that he was still clearly alive but the soft damp red patch on his upper thigh came into view.

“Fuck” “No” You panicked dropping your rifle and holstering your handgun

“Do you have the flash drive?” He asked sitting himself up with a pained groan

“Yes” “We have to get out of this stupid building” You stated with a nervous laugh

You watched as Ghost painfully pushed himself up with a failed attempt to walk which resulted in him falling onto a nearby wall for support.

“I can help” You offered

“You arm is messed up” He pointed out pushing himself forward with a grunt

“Not both of them” You argued walking cautiously next to his limping frame

“It’s fine” He denied again

You contemplated for a moment; were you really going to allow this guy who you were so desperately infatuated with, to walk with a shot leg?

“No” You spoke forcing his arm over your shoulders allowing his heavy body to lean on your good shoulder

Ghost was heavier than any expectation you had, and to be honest the closeness of your mutually injured bodies really put into perspective how massive he was. You cleared your head on your school girl thoughts, there was no time to gush over him as you two were both bleeding from a limb.

You both had made it out of the building and were halfway to the truck that you drove in but both of your bodies were worn out. Soon enough Ghost’s body was too much for you to carry as he collapsed onto a nearby tree.

“I know this hurts A LOT” “...But were almost there” “You can do it” You encouraged putting in a failed attempt to lift him back up

“Get to the guys by the truck” “And then come back for me” Ghost proposed letting his head rest on the large tree

“No” You argued

“You can’t carry me all the way back, and I can’t walk there” He spoke sternly

“I won’t” You protested as your eyes scanned for any defining landmark that would guide the guys by the truck to you both

“Why?” He asked

Ghost’s eyes were so intense, it was another major trait that you liked about his appearance, but not right now. Not when they were practically trying to pry your brain open as he looked up at you waiting for an answer to his question. To make matters worse, you couldn’t spot anything defining about this part of the woods; so hell if you were both going to die here, you might as well come clean.

“Because I have a terrible crush on you” “And on top of the fact that I like you, you’re my teammate and-” You began but your confession got cut short as your eyes focused on what you now made out to be a long river

“You-” Ghost began but you quickly cut him off

“Guys come in” “Me and Ghost are currently both injured, were in the woods not too far from the truck, were by a big lake” “It would be really nice if you guys could come heroically save us” You joked speaking into your walkie

There was a daunting silence that felt as if it covered the entire forest as you both awaited a response.

“Gotcha” “On our way now” A voice spoke

“I’m so fucking tired” You breathed with a small smile of relief

Soon enough flashlights illuminated your area and you were being carried off back into the truck happily handing over the stupid flashdrive that caused all this mess.

Back at base you were in and out of the infirmary pretty fast, just a simple bullet removal followed by stitches, a thick bandage, and a sling to keep you off your arm as much as possible. Ghost was fine too except he was rather bed ridden at the moment; the excessive walking did a bit more damage than the bullet alone would have done but he’d heal fine in no time.

“Hello” You called knocking on Ghosts’ door

“Yup” His deep voice answered allowing you to open the door shutting it lightly behind you

You shook off the jitters you felt seeing his more exposed face seeing as he didn’t have his skull piece on, just his black balaclava, you also noted his lack of black smear that usually covered his eyes.

“I like the…not emo look” You joked sitting at the edge of his bed

“Thank you” “For refusing to leave me” He spoke a small shift under his mask indicating what you hoped was a small smile

“Yeah…no problem” You smiled wondering if he had remember what you said

“I do remember what you said” He spoke literally reading your mind

“Oh” You hummed

God what if he didn’t like you back in the slightest? What if you just made the entire experience awkward? What if he would request not to work with you because of it? All you could think of was how much you were regretting saying what you said.

“I feel the same way” “Not great at showing it but…you should know that” Ghost admitted

You couldn’t believe it, I mean yeah he was nice to you but it was just him being nice; or so you thought. Ghost knew from the moment he saw you, there was something that drew him to you; the idea of you getting hurt haunted his mind on every mission you went on. Seeing you get shot was terrifying but also eye opening, in that moment he swore to himself that he would tell you, you happily beat him to the punch though.

“That is really good…that is super really good” You spoke as a large smile dominated your face

“Glad to deliver such good news” He said letting a laugh escape his mouth

You both talked a bit more before you left his room to allow him to rest, but you didn’t go back to your room; you went straight to Soap’s.

“Soap” You called frantically knocking on his door

“Are you okay?” Soap asked opening the door in what seemed like a panic

You pushed yourself into his room before falling onto his bed with the same large smile that showed no signs of fading anytime soon.

“You’re scaring me” He spoke coming into your view as he carefully looked at your giddy face

“Guess what?” You asked sitting up

“They gave you something crazy in the infirmary” He joked taking a seat in front of you

“I thought me and Ghost were totally going to die on our mission…so I told him I liked him” You explained

“What!?” “What did he say?” Soap asked with wide eyes as he switched his seat to beside you on his bed

“He said…..” “He likes me too” You revealed teasing Soap with a long pause

“I knew it!” He yelled

“Shh” You smiled, throwing yourself back onto his bed with a sigh of contempt.

Simon Ghost Riley liked you too.

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a/n: here we are with part two!! i hope you guys enjoy. ofc, if you'd like to be tagged or removed from the taglist do shoot me a message/comment! just to preface, i don't condone any incestuous relationships, any comments naomi makes of her brother will never be explicit and i only wish to stay true to her canon character!

warnings: naomi typical mentions, misogyny, mentions of death, swearing, mentions of rape, mentions of violence against women, themes of depression, mentions of suicide, mdni, w.c 6.7k

౨ৎ . . . chapter TWO of CROWNS OF STARDUST

𝙼𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚎. — Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐓 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐃. But what you did know, was that after the anger towards a particular Registrar, or more so; Secretary to The Throne, subsided, you were no longer standing alone. Around now were a group of ladies — similar in age to you and unwedded. However unlike you, their faces were stretched into broad smiles. Cheeks tinted pink, each of them were bouncing up and down on the spot with glee.

You repressed the agitated sigh, they must also be worthy candidates for the Castle.

Truly an honour, you thought dryly, why is it that they look so excited? Besides the promised wage, why would they wish to serve the family causing their poverty? You just couldn't wrap your head around it. Although, looked at objectively, morals and feelings were probably swept under the metaphorical rug when an income was promised. Especially an income from Royalty, when in the village money was hard to come by.

You thought the women shallow. But then again, [Name] Willows never was one to think like a normal commoner. Opinions that spoke higher than your status usually got you in trouble — perhaps, it was you that had been in the wrong this whole time.

Although, there was one woman that caught your eye.

She wasn't smiling like the rest of them, nor was she rosy-cheeked and foolishly giddy. This girl was standing still in a daze with her eyes trained to the distance. If it wasn't for her slack expression, a frown would have surely tugged at her lips. The grey in her eyes spoke of such unbidden sadness.

Perhaps there was a woman with a brain here, you thought, manoeuvring over to the girl quietly so as not to startle her, could she feel just like I? Devastated that she was forced into a life of a servant by the man in her house, too?

When close enough did you place a careful hand on the girl's shoulder. Immediately, she jumped.

"Ah—I didn't mean to startle you," You apologised quickly when her grey eyes darted to you; wide and afraid. They instantly relaxed when she realised you were just another common girl and not a Royal Guard ready to shake her from daydreaming. "You just looked troubled." You finished, retracting your hand slowly.

The woman blinked once, twice. It was with a ragged intake of air that her daze was shattered and she completely broke down. If broke down was characterised by her clasping her hands to her heart and bowing her head.

"Oh—Oh it's terrible!" She cried, straight ebony tresses and bangs hiding how her eyes screwed shut. "Terrible, so terrible!"

Suddenly, you felt a small connection spark to life between you and the smaller woman. Because yes, it was terrible, and apparently only you and this lady knew it.

"It is. A terrible thing has happened to us," You whispered, bending so that the other women couldn't hear. "First our taxes, then our livelihoods, and now the Royals wish to take us. We seem to be the only ones that can see that."

The despairing girl suddenly snapped her head up. In her grey eyes there glittered tears and something hopeful. She reached up to hold your shoulders softly. "It happened to you, too?" It was an awed hush. "Were you sent away from your beloved brother too?"

And just like that, the connection faltered.

"Pardon?"

"You were, weren't you?" The lady came to the conclusion herself. With a whine did she straighten and look up longingly to the sky. "When our Father heard the news, I was ushered out of our bakery home with no opinion of my own. Away from my beloved brother! I can barely stand it, how will I last a week? A month? I fear I'll go insane from being apart from him for so long!"

You stood and stared at the lady with eyebrows raised, absolutely taken aback. And a little offended, but only at yourself for believing — even for a moment — that another woman felt like you did. But instead, your fear was affirmed that all around you stood absolute prattling lunatics.

And you were expected to work with them for an entire month.

"—eyes just like mine and wild red hair." The girl was still ranting on. With a dreamy sigh that made you very uncomfortable, did she turn back with a swoosh of her skirts. "What is your brother like, then? Did he despair upon your departure?"

Still busy coming to terms with the fact that maybe you would go insane before the first break was up, you didn't answer the woman right away. "I... I don't have one." You said then, a little unsure. "I'm a single child."

Her grey eyes slanted when she frowned. "Oh? But you must do. You appear to carry the same sadness as me."

"Yes, probably because I wish to be anywhere else but here."

"... I see," The girl's tone sounded slightly more crestfallen, but didn't turn cold. Instead her own face lit up with a friendly smile. "Then, we have that in common." She took both of your hands up in her smaller ones. "My name is Naomi."

Naomi, you placed the name to the face. A delicate one with pale skin and long, jet hair. And also; the strange woman that spoke of her brother a little too fondly. That wasn't something you wished to dwell on too much — for you lived in a village with strange women sometimes, after all. But you could appreciate the needless warmth she was showing.

"[Name]," You greeted back, smiling softly. "From the Willows family."

At the sound of your surname, recognition, followed by a shadow of pity flickered across Naomi's face. The village of the Yo Kingdom was small and almost everybody could pinpoint each other by face. News, especially news of tragedy spread like wildfire through every home. It was no big surprise that attached to the Willow name was a reminder of the death your parents faced. Ravaged by such a deadly disease no one knew the cause, nor the name of.

"I offer my condolences." Naomi whispered; polite etiquette for those of the dead. You always hated pity, but in this moment, knew the girl was merely expressing manners.

"They're received by grateful ears." You assured her with a small head nod. Eager to veer the conversation away from your late parents, you passed the question back to her. "And, what is your family name, Naomi?"

"Oh!" The girl gushed. "Tanizaki. A small family of four we are."

Naomi Tanizaki. You knew the Tanizakis; they were kind folk who owned a bakery deep in the village square. Now that you thought back, this girl with the straight black tresses reminded you of the older lady who ran said bakery when you dropped by a handful of times. Grandfather tended to enjoy their lemon bread when it was available, which was seldom in these taxing times. With her grey eyes and bubbling personality — Naomi was a stark, close copy of her Mother. Although you had never bumped into the brother of the Tanizaki household.

"A family of bakers." You smiled at her. It was easier to smile now when thoughts of home filled your mind. "My Grandfather is fond of your lemon breads."

"And my Mother always makes him extra when his order comes through! She knows he does."

"Is it you who bakes, also?"

And off you both went down a road of conversation that zoned everything else that was happening out, at least for a little while. You were apprehensive to talk to Naomi, thinking she was just another airheaded woman who spoke only of men and manners. Turns out; Naomi of the Tanizaki household spoke at lengths of things that a girl her type wouldn't usually know; like currency, horses and market affairs. You found your shoulders losing a little tension when talking to the lady just a year under your age. It made you feel that perhaps, if you could bunk with Naomi, then maybe you could last a month.

That maybe — you would not be driven to complete madness.

It sounded like the girl had at least her head screwed on properly. For the exception of the few that were loose when she spoke at lengths about her sibling.

"Tell me, [Name]," She spoke as they began to walk towards the main Kingdom Square. You flitted narrowed eyes from the Royal Knight's burly shoulders to her. "Why is it that you don't want to work as a servant?"

Clearly not because of a fantastical brother, you hid a smile under a sigh. Then, flickered your attention to the huge Castle Walls that were visible even from this far away. It was like a prison, a paradise kept locked and secure from the dying outside population. Your stomach threatened to roil in disgust.

"I am not overly fond of the Royal Family." You whispered.

Naomi gasped. "Why? The Osamu Household does everything in their power to keep us safe. And—And King Dietrich! He is so generous with the poor." She spoke just like all the other commoners in the Yo Kingdom who idolised the monarchs above everything else. And you couldn't blame her. On the outside, the King was a marvellous leader. He built defences higher then everyone, put money into healthcare cabins, allowed poorly children to go to volunteer schooling.

Truly a picture-perfect Kingdom with the most beloved King. But you saw differently. Perfection was a perception that never really sat right with you, after all.

You could bet that the Castle's walls were caked in rotten, shameless lies. And it would be those walls you would be scrubbing every single day. Forced to make spotless something that is forever stained.

"[Name]?" Naomi sounded frantic.

"It is a personal dislike," You finally answered. For a matter of propriety, you couldn't unload such uncanny thoughts onto the younger girl. She knew that her soft nature wouldn't be able to bear it. Bad-mouthing the Royals when everyone adored them was akin to social suicide. "A complex, personal dislike. You need not worry."

"Oh. That's it, then? I see." She sighed. A personal, complex dislike could very well be taken as a 'you shouldn't get mixed up in my troubled affairs', and innocent Naomi was very thankful for it. Although, you were learning quickly, that this curious girl was also naturally nosy. "Does this dislike extend to the First Prince, too?"

The First Prince.

You had never seen the current heir to the Kingdom's Throne. All you had to go off of was the rumours that one heard float through the town. About King Dietrich, there were little. But the ones of the Prince—

A shiver skated down your spine. You hated that mere words from drunkards late at night had such a reign on you, hated that any man could make you feel actual fear. But the voices those drunkards spoke in; the pure, unhidden terror in their words—

"A scabbard, I tell ya. Right through the heart."

"Ha! You're away with the Fairies, lad. You won't scare me."

"You'd be right to be scared! That Prince has a soul of black. If he can execute one of his maids who raised 'im, what'll he do to us commoners? We're nothin' but cattle!"

"He's a Demon." Another shaky voice late one misty night. She spoke quickly, like the houses had ears. "The Devil incarnate. He's the face of a fox. But let me tell you, the way he treats those under him—"

"How dare you speak so easily of the Prince! He must not be lenient. He is due to run a Kingdom!"

"And you'd be foolish to think he is merely being firm," The older lady reprimanded the dreamy younger. "One can't run a Kingdom when their soul is pure black. The Guards have seen it; the twinkle of pleasure in his eyes when he watches men grovel. No man will ever be my King. Such a man is fitting of the title 'Demon Prince'."

"... Demon Prince."

"P-Pardon?" Naomi's startled voice.

You blinked rapidly out of your thoughts, then brought a hand up to your mouth. You must learn to not be so easily distracted, you inwardly berated. What would happen if a Guard hears such a slur from your lips? You may have a deep hatred for these pompous people, but also had a Grandfather to return to after a month is up.

"Forgive me," You said to Naomi. "Forget I said anything."

Naomi kept walking with her eyes watching you for a few seconds. She turned forward with heavier lids, keeping her silence for a little while longer.

"I've heard that title before." She said, affirming any suspicion that she had actually heard you. But she wasn't offended, appalled, or going in search of a Knight to reprimand your ideals. Instead — this woman proved herself to be different than the rest after all when she sighed and leaned to whisper in your ear;

"You'd be wise not to use it in the Court. I've come to believe we can be good friends," Her tone softened with worry. "I'd hate to see you succumb to an unfortunate fate."

You were the older of you both and yet, Naomi was more than correct. Your habit — it would be the death of you in this Castle. The literality of that was something you were unwilling to test. But just before you ducked under the draw-bridge and entered into the Castle Grounds, you had to ask;

"Do you believe it?"

Naomi didn't need to be told what you were asking. Do you believe our future monarch truly is a demon? What the woman did do was give you a very heavy look. If you could study it long enough, you'd catch the intelligence in her eyes. The unknowing perception this sometimes dreamy, bubbly girl carried with her. She had heard the rumours, too. She also felt the shivers play a jig up her spine when the First Prince was brought up in conversation.

"We are servant women now, [Name]." The drawbridge was drawn up. "Our opinions are our own to keep. Serving the King and Prince is our top duty now," Her voice hushed so low that you ducked to hear it. Against the sounds of rusted chains drawing, of men's shouts and women's excited squeals, Naomi gave her opinion of the Prince in three mere words; "Demons or not."

"So," One menacing syllable echoed through the Throne Room. In the Kingdom of Yo — their preferred colours against the walls were white and blue. This Kingdom thought those colours sickeningly pure, fake to the highest degree. Along the walls of this Throne Room was blacks and reds.

The Kingdom of Ko were honest in their shady business deals. To them, a Kingdom such as Yo who hid their affairs underneath false smiles and innocence. The two Provinces were bound to butt heads every time they could.

Smooth and sharp like a honed blade — that was the voice of the man who rounded the table. The King of Ko, always sharp and deadly in his nature. "The Spy-man has not returned to us. We shall assume he has been killed, then?"

The man he was addressing, and the only one in this huge room, was the Captain of his Cavalry. With his bright red curls kept in check under a foreign looking hat, eyes of sharp sky-blue and nerves of absolute steel — he was truly, a fitted man for the title Captain. Because if he wasn't, then he wouldn't be able to withstand the cold anger of the Ko King while standing with his gloved hands clasped at his back.

"Probable, my King." He replied. The Captain had a voice of gravel — sometimes, when angry, resembling a growl. It was a stark contrast to the venomous tone of the King who coated his words in sugary honey when he sang;

"Well, it can't be helped. It was never obvious that the Yoliens would be easy to break." Between impeccable gloved fingers, the King picked up a small letter-opener. It was embellished in golden filigree and dainty black diamonds. The Captain knew his King better — he knew he'd prefer the dangerous dagger to be coated in a fine layer of blood, instead. White-clothed fingers tightened around the blade. "If only the Prince stayed on our side. His co-operation would have tipped the scale in our favour."

The Captain had to forcefully ground his teeth at the bare mention of that Prince. The curly-haired, brown-eyed bother he'd much rather see dead than ever again. "You believe we need him to conquer territory, my King?"

"Careful, Chuuya~ You may be my best Captain, but I'm exceptionally displeased and also holding a dagger."

Captain Chuuya of the Ko Knights closed his eyes briefly and collected himself. There was a special way his image could dig under his skin and make him forget himself. "Forgive me," He said seriously to the older man. "I meant to disrespect."

Sleek, bone-chilling laughter. "I know, and I was not serious in my threat." The King sauntered over to his round table once more and placed the letter-opener back in its spot. The jewelled handle caught the light and bounced off his face, through his long dark hair that he pushed off his face. "There is no denying his mind is wicked. We'd rule over Yo and Ko if he was still co-operating with our Informants."

Even though every cell in his body rebelled, Chuuya couldn't deny that his King was correct. And not because he felt like giving the Prince of Yo some credit, but because his mind was a thing so other to humans. It was a hard-cut fact that, if he wished to, that man could burn an entire Kingdom down until it was mere embers and cries of ghosts. He was just that type of monster.

"Do you wish to coax him back?" Was all the Captain offered his King, hoping to the Gods it was negative. He received another laugh.

"I've already offered. He declined."

The words "arrogant bastard" almost slipped from Chuuya's mouth, but he remembered to whom he kept company. "Does he mean to insult you?" Was how he worded it softer.

"If the Prince meant to insult me," The King said in a lazy tone untypical to those who stood in the highest position of a Royal Court. He couldn't be faulted for it — for this man with the long black hair and eyes of pure magenta didn't have a speck of Royal blood in him. "He'd do it in a much grander way. He's genuinely serious." A cold smile split his lips. "Do you believe we bored him?"

"What I believe matters not." Chuuya hated using Court-language, but without it, his head would have rolled long ago. The King pouted at his unamusing answer.

"My, my. Talk of the Prince really does turn you into a proper Court Official. Now, isn't that fun?" The King jested. "Maybe I should speak his name more often. It would definitely lessen your temper somewhat."

"If you'd be so kind," Chuuya's whole body was physically rebelling at the thought. It wouldn't just dampen his spirts, it'd transport him into his worst nightmare if he had to listen to talk of the brown-eyed bother every single day. He was unsure if he wouldn't kill a man purely out of agitation, either. "Please refrain, my King."

"Only if you buy my Elise another dress after you finish with recruits today~"

Captain Chuuya didn't sigh at the thought of entering yet another seamstress shop this week to purchase yet another dress for the current Princess of Ko. Spoiled, respected and sometimes feared with that wild childish temper, Princess Elise was everything a Royal but in blood. Just like her King.

No one in the Kingdom dared question the passing of the late King. It was a peaceful death, the Doctor tending to him assured. He had been enraptured with mania and yearned for peace in the clutches of God. But before he passed, he named his Doctor as his successor and that no one else could fulfil the role just like he could. That Doctor was General Practioneer of Ko; Mori Ougai. Who now held the sceptre of royals and commanded every aspect of the Ko Kingdom with a bloodied fist that entrenched the Palace in shadows.

And the people of Ko would have it absolutely no other way.

"Ah, and a strawberry cake too!" King Mori Ougai exclaimed in that very un-Kingly way once more. Captain Chuuya knew better than to be fooled; his respected King earned his trust and allegiance in ways that didn't involve cakes and dresses. His childish manner was warranted at times. "She'll have my head if she doesn't get one."

"A way to be executed, I'm sure." Chuuya mused. His King appreciated the joke and chuckled, although the humour quickly drained from the air when his chuckling quietened.

"Chuuya?"

"Yes, my King?"

Magenta eyes that refracted no light, no matter what chandelier hung from the ceiling or how strong the moonbeams were, slid to him. Captain Chuuya tightened his hands behind his back and felt his spine snap taut, although he never once faltered. Because this stare was weighted — an expectant, almost dangerous message in the King's eyes directed at his subordinate.

"Ready another Spy-man. Or perhaps, a Spy-woman." The King said. "I hear the Yo Palace is training new servant women. She'd blend right in. What do you reckon, Chuuya?"

Chuuya saw the cold-cut logic in his King's words. A woman would be much easier to manoeuvre into the Yo Palace, but also — would be a lot more defenceless and in danger. Servants were often mistreated, sexually by drunk Guards and physically by stronger, older women when they messed their jobs up.

Chuuya has been subjected to sights as such, which lead to two dead Guards through his red vision and his Cavalry being drilled on what would happen to them if they even thought of raping another maid. Such behaviour from a man was disgusting in the Captains eyes, although he wouldn't be there in the Yo Palace where such acts were covered up by their sickly lavish walls and false smiles.

He had just the woman capable of the task.

"I'll see that it is done."

"I have a funny feeling I know what woman you will send~" The King sang. "Are you sure? With her blonde hair and large eyes, she'd be a target for many Guards."

The corners of Chuuya's lips twitched into a smile. No member of the Ko Court will ever be defenceless before a man. Even the maids. He made sure of that a very long time ago.

"And if she is," He assured his King. "I imagine that Guard will not be able to bear children ever again."

Two pairs of eyes contested with one another's. Powerful, sharp greys clashed with ones of deep [e/c]. A man and woman; the male leaps and bounds taller and towering over her — but it mattered not. The lady would back down for no one. Not even Naomi frantically tugging at her gown with rushed apologies to the male and curt, cross words for her. Nor the sudden back-up of women due to the stare-off occurring in the doors leading to the servants chambers.

"Miss [Name]," Kunikida Doppo greeted, the male with the grey eyes. "What are you doing?"

You didn't move an inch. The cool whisper of his tone sent every hair on your skin stiff, but you had half a mind to care. "Why, I'm standing here, My Lord."

"Pray tell, why you are doing such?"

"Hm, who knows? Contemplating the good God's creations? Thinking of the best ways to waste time? The list in endless, really. And non-disclosable."

Kunikida's jaw locked with a twitch in his cheek. His annoyance made a large, vulpine grin stretch across your face.

"I do hope I'm not hindering you, Lord Secretary to The Throne. Or God forbid, wasting your precious time." You whispered in a saccharine-sweet voice.

Naomi, who had no idea why you had suddenly broken your promise to keep tight-lipped in the Castle for the sake of your life when the tall blond strode out to greet them formally, offered The Secretary of the Castle another apology. Another harsh tug, yet again a plea for you to behave, like you were some abhorrent dog. What was she doing? The girl wanted to shake you, trying to get herself whipped? Thrown out to the wolves? This was The Secretary! The Secretary to the Yo Throne!

"[Name]," She attempted without success to push you aside. Alas, like everything else, you refused to break eye-contact with him. "[Name]—I beg of you."

"My Lord?" The voice of a tall, lanky Royal Guard appeared to the right. Obviously, he had been attracted by the sudden, unprecedented back-up of maids in the hallway. Not only was it chaotic, but a sore waste of time. And if there was one thing Secretary Kunikida Doppo did not tolerate, it was wasted time. "My Lord, does there seem to be a problem?"

Naomi's tugging stopped suddenly, all colour draining from her face in fright. Like a startled sea of sheep, the women stumbled back to allow the flank of Guards to reach their Lord in trouble. Only that he wasn't in trouble, but dealing with a very stubborn lady he was beginning to regret bringing into the Palace Walls. The tapping in his foot gave that fact away very quickly.

Surely, you wouldn't escape a serious beating this time. You were directly — and very publicly — shaming a Royal Official yards above your social status. Steeling your spine, you forced yourself to remain strong and accept the fate that would meet you. Hell if you were going to be pushed around in this place. You'd better take a beating if it meant you could give these large-headed Officials a piece of your 'puny commoner mind'.

Secretary Kunikida Doppo, however, was playing Court Games a lot longer than you. Although he had never dealt with a woman this chaotic, his skills at reading people were honed exquisitely from dealing with years of messengers from the other two Provinces. He regarded the Guards calmly, the annoyance now buried under his demeanour.

"There is none. This maid is just particularly excited to begin work that she froze on the spot." Greys slid to you. "Correct, Miss [Name]?"

You were about to open your mouth and tell him to shove his words where it hurt the most. This man was a right fool to believe you would accept continually being placed in his debt by warding off Guards that could beat you senseless for rude behaviour. You knew, just had a gut feeling he was doing it purposely. But Naomi was quicker, jumping in front of you with a whoosh of black hair and frantic words;

"Yes! Yes, she just won't stop speaking of her excitement. All the way here, she prattled on about the gorgeous halls and paintings!" You looked appalled, but Naomi's iron-grip on your arm told you to keep quiet lest you wanted nail-imprints for the remainder of your days. "Please, forgive her M-My Lord! She is not herself with all this excitement!"

Kunikida warded Naomi's head incline off. "It matters not. Fifty-six seconds have been wasted already, let us not waste anymore," He turned sharply on his heel. "Come, you'll soon meet your Head Maid. Do keep your friend in check around her, she is no less lenient than the King himself."

Naomi was dragging you along. "Y-Yes, My Lord!"

The Servants Quarters were soon flooded with excited women who buzzed and chattered, forming small cliques when Kunikida exited the room in search of whoever the Head Maid was. You were too busy cursing the man out in your head to feel Naomi dragging you behind a huge vase of palm leaves, only being shaken when you received a hard thwack on the head.

Your eyes snapped wide. "Ow!"

"You deserve it!" Naomi was so annoyed that her cheeks were a bright crimson against her papery skin. Her teeth bared in a venomous hiss. "Are you actively attempting to get yourself killed?"

"I'm starting to believe that it would be better than this hellish place—"

"[Name]!"

"Oh—he started it!" You spat back at the girl. "Placing me through to the job just to spite me. He listed every reason why I would fail here, and proceeded to give me a place just because I insulted them!"

"Insulted who?" Naomi asked carefully.

"The Palace."

"Oh, [Name]." She slapped a hand to her eyes. Repressing her wail, she asked, "What did you say?"

For some reason, the way Naomi was scolding made you feel a tad embarrassed. At your adult age, you did not enjoy being talked to like a disobedient child.

"I said," You began, folding your arms hard across your chest defensively. "That a servant should have a backbone if they would work in the Castle of Thieves."

Naomi took her hand away from her eyes and stared at you. Gobsmacked, her mouth gawping and lashes fluttering in rapid blinks. "You spoke those words?" She asked, head whipping around so no Guards were in earshot. Red pooled around her neck in mortification when she returned back. "You said such a thing to The Secretary of Yo? Who is the person who deals with taxation?!"

"A complex, personal distaste." You countered.

It was three steps and Naomi took your face in her warm hands.

"[Name]—[Name], listen to me. You must! I fear I may only say this once," Grey eyes hard, eyebrows stitched and throat constricting, Naomi threw everything she had into these few words. "I have no idea where this hate in your heart comes from for the Royals, but it is a dangerous thing. A miracle smiled upon you that Sir Secretary did not wish for your beating today. A baffling miracle! But Court Officials are not lenient, [Name]! You'll be a bloody mess by the months end!"

Your blue eyes flickered left. "Better a bloody mess than a spineless, brain-dead common-woman with no opinions—"

"Do you wish to return to your Grandfather with blooded scars?"

At that, you stiffened. Naomi knew she had tapped into the nerve she needed to in order to keep this opinionated, loose-canon of a woman safe in the Royal Court.

"See? He'd be appalled," She pushed. You refused to look back at her, but by the brackets around your mouth, Naomi knew this was what she must say. "An old man of his years couldn't take it. You know that. My dear brother would do despicably unspeakable things if I was beat — no doubt he'd feel guilt in his heart. So please—for your Grandfather, keep it inside. It's difficult not to allow hatred to consume you, I can only imagine, but for the sake of him, you must withstand. You must survive!"

You felt a war rage on inside your heart. Mixed with the hatred, there was this unrestrained frustration banging against your ribcage. It cried out, made your skin stretch too taut, hating everything about societal status and how women like you needed to survive rather than live in the first place.

Grandfather...

You took a deep rattling breath, and collected what you could. Attempted to listen to Naomi because the girl was, yet again, very correct. Sure, she would take a beating — but would Grandfather forgive himself if your skin was maimed with scars?

"[Name]?"

Naomi watched as the taller woman reached up to her hands, took them in her own, and slapped them against her face. Once, twice.

"[N-Name]!" Naomi cried again, suddenly terrified that the lady really had chosen to snap. But after a moment, she pulled away. With red marks against her cheeks, you sighed and opened your eyes.

"Forgive me once more, Naomi." You said with a tight voice. A rush of breathy laughter followed. "I fear all I'm dong is asking for forgiveness today."

"I matters not..." Naomi assured quietly. Her cheeks puffed when she said, "Ask for forgiveness all you like, but I won't hesitate to reprimand you if it means you won't needlessly throw your life in the balance."

You continued to chuckle dryly, looking away. Over your eyes swept to the crowd of women waiting anxiously to work. What world was this that you lived in, where throwing your life in the balance could be because you merely stood up for yourself and spoke your mind?

Suddenly, the women hushed around them when commotion occurred outside. It was Kunikida's voice, conversing swiftly with a stern woman who sounded like she tolerated nothing but perfection. Naomi gasped, next taking you by the hand and hurrying into place. Such a voice could only belong to one that lead all Maids in the Royal Palace; the Head Maid, and she would not like to know what occurred if the Head Maid found you out of place on day one.

Although, as you found a place on the floor and copied everyone's folded hands in front of them, you would not unstick from the question in your mind. How you pondered on the fairness of it all. How you wished, in that moment, to be nothing but a burning star. To ignite in a gorgeous show of colours and show everyone in the palace just how beautiful each of us were if one took the time to look hard enough.

No. 6, Freedom Rice House,

Port Side,

The Kingdom of Ko.

4th Jan, 1831

Odasaku,

I'm writing to you yet again with the thought that the walls are continuing to drain of colour. If we were sharing a drink in that curious Rice House of yours, years into the past, you'd surprise me with an equally curious remark to my thinking. How long has it been? I'm beginning to forget the taste of Commoner rice-milk, or pigs-trotters, or even ginger-beer. I'd be brandished with more funny labels, if my people discovered I have a taste for Common Ko Food. Perhaps it could start a war? How amusing that would be.

Do you still play Father for those children in the Rice House? I could wager my neck that you do, although I can't fathom the reason why. After all, I have never truly had a Father, but a King. Parenting is taxing, yet you do it willingly. An interesting man indeed you continue to prove yourself to be.

I look forward to the day we may drink again. I fear it won't be soon. In my meantime, I have been enthralled with the idea of attempting the most unreligious of deeds. If you are familiar with Grimm's Fairy Tales by Brother's Grimm, you will also be familiar with the story of Snow White. Do you believe it beautiful, how she died? Its widely accepted that she was murdered. I prefer to think she wished to bite the apple and fall into a peaceful slumber instead.

Apple Suicide. An enrapturing idea. But surely, they wouldn't dare but such words into a children's book.

I truly wish this letter reaches you in good health. Your curious mind is one of the only amusing things in these Kingdoms that paints the walls with colour. Never let that talent of yours fade. My good fortune to the children and their carer.

You have my fondness,

Osamu Dazai.

First Prince, The Kingdom of Yo.

"These are the women I'm working with, hmm?"

As a matter of principle, you thought it wise not to have any expectations of the Royal Officials. Although, you couldn't help but give into stereotypes and believe the Head Maid to be an old, stern lady with fierce eyes and a tolerance for nothing short of perfection.

But the woman Secretary Kunikida brought with him was nothing like the image you had in her head. Anyone had. Her face was not lined with wrinkles, but smooth and youthful. She had eyes of bright fuchsia instead of watery with age, shadowed by the thickest of lashes that echoed her shoulder-length hair. Her lips parted to yawn, followed by, "Not the strongest looking bunch, are they?"

"Perhaps by outward image." Kunikida stated, next sliding his eyes right onto you. You glared right back at him although kept any thoughts to yourself. "Although I assure you, Miss Yosano, that there are interesting candidates under your care."

Yosano — the Head Maid, flicked her hair quickly behind her shoulder. Keeping the violet strands out of her face by a lusturous golden butterfly brooch that spoke of her standing in the Court. Her smile was beautiful, worn by a woman who was probably feared by men and women alike. "I don't doubt your skills as secretary, Kunikida. Although, will you allow me to medically examine you if it turns out you're wrong? You've missed yet again your scheduled checking."

Kunikida didn't answer her. Instead, he directed his attention purposely to the outstanding women in the room. "Meet your Head Maid; Miss Yosano Akiko. She is both the General Practioneer of The Palace and an overseer of recruits. You may look to her if you have any problems, medical or of Palace Affairs. I will be overseeing your wages each month, which will be based off of Miss Yosano's reports of you and any other Palace Official's words of your work." Stoic and with squared shoulder, Kunikida gave a sharp incline of his head before turning on his feet and making his way back from which he came. "Do enjoy your stay at the Palace of Yo."

You kept your eyes on him as he left, watching as his broad shoulders didn't once falter. Not only was he a right thorn in your side, but he was also a direct opposite of yourself. Stiff, cold and a Royal Official — you knew your rivalry would not die down by merely keeping your mouth shut. Yet you could try your best to stay out of trouble. For both Grandfather and new found friend Naomi, you could keep your talons in for now.

"Right!" Yosano's voice, powerful and jolting. She clapped her hands hidden in black gloves together. "I assume none of you have had a medical examination before?"

A quiet, somewhat apprehensive chorus of negatives hushed around the room. It caused Yosano to frown.

"What is this? Have you all decided to have faulty vocal chords?"

A little louder, the litany of negatives repeated.

Yosano still wasn't impressed. She made a short huffing sound, folding her arms tightly.

"Oh dear, it looks like I may get to examine Kunikida after all. Mice would have more of a presence than you lot."

You gnashed your teeth at the back, jaw locking in place. It was evident that the moment Yosano had put them down, Naomi looked frantically back at her friend with pleasing eyes. She relaxed, however, when she saw you were being true to your promise and breathed deeply through your nose.

Survive, Naomi whispered in your head, survive, [Name]. That is all you must do.

"I suppose it is time for your first lesson, then." The Head Maid mumbled, albeit quiet enough for every woman to hear. Her eyelashes lowered into a quiet blink. When they opened, there was a change to her demeanour. Soft magenta eyes sharpened into perilous daggers, her shoulders squared and she boomed loud and clear, "If I ask a question, I expect to be answered! Not whispered to! Now, I will ask again; I assume you all have never had a medical exam before?"

Rookie maids, brother enthusiasts and Royal haters alike had half the wit to understand disobeying this woman couldn't lead to anything good.

"We have not!" The room was an explosion of shaky, yet louder voices.

"We have not, who?"

"We have not, Miss Yosano!"

Yosano sighed. "Now, isn't that a little better? Well, we know our first step to take in your training." The smile that suddenly stretched across her beautiful face could only be seen as deranged. You swallowed, understanding that truly, the Royal Court was also compromised of absolute lunatics. Magenta eyes gleamed. "So, what is it that you are waiting for, ladies? Undo your corsets! I will first be conducting your medical examination!"

Chapter Notes

↣ So, the story is underway. I'd adore to know what you think. Just a few things I thought to mention. Naomi is canonically 16, although in this story I've moved her up to 19. Which also means Tanizaki is 21, although we haven't met him yet. It's not a huge issue I know, just thought to clear it up in case anyone is confused. The minimum age to work in the Palace is 18, so that's the main reason. ↣ Kingdom Yo is the Kingdom led by King Dietrich and Prince Dazai, while Kingdom Ko is led by Mori. Can you see the pattern here? Points if you can! ↣ "Freedom Rice House" is a play on the favourite restaurant of Oda Sakunosuke "Freedom" situated in the Ko Kingdom. This is where the five children stay. ↣ Grimm's fairy tales was published by Brother's Grimm, a collection of Fairy Tales published in France in 1812. It has the early version in Europe of Snow White and Cinderella (although those stories date back to ancient times, this is the publication I went with!)

ʚɞ . . . 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

ʚɞ . . . 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs fanfiction #bsd #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader #kunikida doppo #naomi tanizaki #crowns of stardust #headers by astralnymphh #dividers by saradika!#port mafia #armed detective agency #🪄— milky writes

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salt, ice and fire | frank castle

chapter fourteen - body clock

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frank castle x fem!reader

word count: 4.9k

warnings: explicit content minors DNI 18+ (oral f receiving), swearing, canon typical violence, blood, torture, mention of injuries/cuts/scars, death, guns and punisher type shit. the usual. execution style killing. baby we ROLLIN OUT!!!

a/n: idk why i’m so scared posting this, but i queued it so i wouldn’t be awake bc i don’t have the balls. goodbye.

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You all but slam into the wall as Frank walks out of the shower, placing you gently on the sink. His hand comes up behind your head, making sure you don’t hit it as he pushes himself against you, but also using it as leverage to keep your lips attached to his. His tongue needs no permission, your mouth already open and begging, and you moan at the sensation of being this close to him again.

His free hand slides up your leg, fingers grabbing at the covered skin. You shimmy as close to the edge as possible, trying to feel more of him. His hand slides down from your neck, meeting the other one at the button of your jeans.

“Can I take these off?” He says into your mouth, kissing you between each word.

“Yes. Please. Hurry up.” He smiles against your lips, hands working at the zipper a mile a minute.

“Easy, sweetheart. I’m gonna take my damn time.” Finally he gets past your zipper and starts to pull your pants down. You lift your hips as best you can, trying to kiss him while he does it. You feel starved - you aren’t sure how long it will be between the next, so you were getting as much as possible in this moment. He still tastes like you remember - rough and earthy, something a little bitter and entirely him.

“I like it when you call me that.” Your pants hit the floor, and Frank doesn’t respond straight away. He was staring at you, still covered by your underwear and bra, but it felt like you were completely naked when he looked at you like that.

“Hm?” He says, running his hands up and down your sides, not looking at your eyes.

“I like that name.” He says your real name then, a low groan, and it gives the same effect. “Maybe it’s just the way you say it.”

“You are so god damn beautiful. I ever tell you that before?” You can’t find the nerve to answer him, so you pull him back to you. He keeps saying things against your mouth but you don’t know what they are, too consumed in the way he feels against you.

Suddenly his hands are on your thighs again, this time the rough pads of his fingers drag searing hot lines up your bare skin. Goosebumps appear in their wake, and you feel yourself practically shivering in anticipation as he gets higher and higher. He was going slow; slow enough that you could easily stop him if you wanted, but all it was doing was making you dizzy with need, waiting for him as if you haven’t spent the past months dreaming only of him. He pulls away from your mouth, and your eyes flutter open to find him staring at you, fingers stilled on the highest point of your thighs.

“Is-“ You swallow, finding your throat dry with the way he was looking down at you. “Is everything okay?”

“How you still look so gorgeous after all the shit we been doing last night?” His eyes trail down your body, searching you in a way no one ever has before. You’d been here more times than you could count, stripped down in next to nothing, having people hang over you. Usually when they stared at you though, it was like an experiment gone wrong, but this was something completely different. You wanted him to look, to see you the way you have only ever dreamed of being seen. In a way that makes you feel good - attractive. Wanted. You lean up and kiss him again.

“I could ask you the same thing.” You feel his laugh on your shoulder, hot air making the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

“Sure you could.” He mumbles into your skin before picking you up and leading you back through to the bedroom. The door was still locked shut, and you had a passing thought about how the Colonel was still outside, bleeding out tied to a chair. You had no desire to think any more of it - if he died now, at least you wouldn’t have to ever leave this place, locked away under Frank.

It was irresponsible, but Frank laid you down on the bed and crawled on top of you, just like that night a few days ago, and you suddenly didn’t care. Frank made you like that - unable to think of anyone but him, to do anything without looking to him. It was like a magnetic pull.

He kissed you once more before working his way down, his mouth ghosting along the lines of your body. Your eyes fluttered closed, just to feel him brushing over your collar bone, the line of your bra, and then kiss you just above the seam of your underwear. It makes you shiver, and his hands hold your hips down to stop you squirming. The sudden stop of movement has your eyes opening again.

“You okay?” He breathes against your skin before kissing your left hip, hooking his fingertips under the fabric.

“Mhmm.” Swallowing, he kisses the scar on your other hip, almost completely healed over.

“I gotta take these off, baby. Okay?” He says it like he’s in pain, and when you nod he ever so slightly he drags the fabric down, exposing an inch more skin, giving you every chance to stop him. Instead, your fingers thread through his hair and tug, a little harder than you need, subconsciously telling him to hurry the fuck up. He shakes his head under your hands and smiles, before throwing your underwear somewhere in the room.

The width of his shoulders force your legs open as he moves down, and you can feel every short breath, every tense of his muscles in between you.

“Frank.” You practically whine, and his face presses against your under thigh.

“So pretty, baby.” Your toes curl at the compliment and everything gets warmer. He presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh and you whine again.

“Please.” He lets you sit in silence for another second, enjoying the sight of you squirming— begging for him. Every muscle in your body is tense, waiting, and looks up at you again.

“Say it again.” The words practically go through you, and you whine as he drags his teeth lightly along your skin.

“Please.” He groans, and finally lets himself give in.

He starts slow, teasingly so, one of his arms wrapping under your leg encouraging it over his shoulder so he can snake his forearm across your stomach. Your hands tighten around the short strands of his hair, and he hums against you at the feeling. As much as you were trying to speed him up, encourage him in any way as your hips rolled at the new sensation, he held you down with one strong arm.

Once you didn’t pull away from the first touch, he takes the green light and dives into you. Nothing can prepare you for the force of it; hands holding you down, forcing you to take every roll of his tongue over your clit. You swear your eyes crossed for a second, electric heat overwhelming all the parts of your brain you could feel.

No one had ever done this to you before - no one had poured this much attention onto just you, unless they were causing you pain. Your brain, fuzzy as it was, couldn’t comprehend why someone would dedicate this much energy to only your pleasure - your body. You.

“You taste fucking perfect. Christ - could spend all fuckin’ night right here ” You can only say his name in response, and his free hand snakes up your side, threading into your own that was fisted into the blanket. You tug harder on his hair and your fingers interlock with the other, and the bed suddenly feels like it was made of clouds.

“Shit.” You suck in a curse and his tongue glides over your clit. The arm that was holding you down snakes underneath, one finger sliding inside of you and curling at an angle that has you seeing stars. Your eyes manage to open for a second, and he’s staring up at you, glazed over at whatever you look like. After he catches your look for a second, he’s encouraged because he starts getting faster and it’s so much all at once you think you might actually black out-

“Oh fuck, fuck.” You cry out, tears nearly forming in your eyes. “Frank…”

“Feels good?”

“Y-yeah. Just like that. God, feels so good.”

“I know, baby. I know.” You don’t know what he was doing, but the pressure in your stomach was building so much that you knew it would burst any second. Your back arches off the bed, fingers twisted in his hair, and you squeezed his hand so tight you felt your nails - your real nails - digging into his skin.

Your face turns into the pillow trying to muffle your sounds as best you can, but nothing dulls the sensation of your orgasm completely wracking through your body. Franks hand works you through it, his mouth still attached and tongue dragging over your clit slowly, as if he was doing it just for him.

As soon as you start to come down from your high he’s moving up your body, lips finding yours and not giving you a second to inhale. His hand against your side is light and gentle, completely opposite to the way he was kissing you. It was messy and you could taste yourself on him, a mixture of something in between the taste of him. Somehow the combination was even more intense - like a mix of you and him was an elixir to beat any other. You opened more for him, greedy and wanting to take as much as you could, and he groaned into your mouth as your hand ran down his abs.

You mirror his teasing, letting your hand continue it’s path down to palm him through his jeans. He sucks in a breath, forehead pressing to yours and looking down to where your hand is. You were still naked from the waist down, and you saw his control snap before your eyes when he took in the sight. You let your fingertips trace lightly around the outline of him, and the muscles in his arms flex next to you.

“Something wrong?” He blows out a laugh, pushing forward to kiss you again.

“Nothin’ at all.”

“No?” You bring your hand up to the hem of his pants, fingertips grazing the bare skin as you undid the button, trying your best to take the zipper down with one hand. You could feel him hardening under you, and your eyes looked back up to him. “You want something?”

“I - Jesus Christ.” He stutters on his words when you gently wrap your hands around him through his boxers. Running your hands along him, you feel his breath shudder, and his head drops to the crook of your neck. He shuffles further up so his arms don’t have to hold his weight so much. “C’mon baby, you don’t-“

“Shh.” You brush your lips over his, already knowing what he was going to say. You don’t have to do anything. You know you don’t have to - which makes you want to all the more. That and seeing how unraveled Frank was above you has you squeezing your thighs together already, breathy sounds and groans filling your ears like sweet wine. “You’re so b-“

A clash from outside the room snaps both your attention to the closed door. All the air in Franks lungs leaves in one exhale, and you can almost hear how hard his hands are clenched. The Colonel. The very last person you want to be thinking about right now is going to ruin this. You nearly cry when Frank pulls away from you, the only solace being that he looks like he’s in as much pain as you are.

“I’ll take care of it. Stay right here.” He hangs over you, watching as you pout in frustration. “I’m going to fuckin’ kill him.” Frank mumbles and kisses you once before rolling off the bed, struggling to get his pants up over his hard on as he stomps towards the door. He closes the door behind him, leaving you on the bed in nothing but a bra, and the magnitude of what just happens begins to wash over you.

You try to put yourself together, but you can’t think of anything else. You have no idea how you are supposed to now. Nothing but his face, his warm breath on your skin, his mouth on yours, how he kissed you with a need you’d never felt until he’d showed it to you.

You hear a scream from outside, and there’s no mistaking who’s it is. Frank is taking out his frustrations on the Colonel, and as much as you enjoy the idea of Frank beating the shit out of him, you want him to come back in here and take it out on you. You quickly gather some clothes and walk yourself to the door on shaking legs, opening it just in time to see Frank throwing another punch, his fist landing straight into the Colonels stomach.

“You think that was the worst of it?! They will rip h-“ The wind is knocked out of him with another blow, and as your walking over, your eye catches movement on one of the cameras.

“Frank.” You say, not needing to shout to get his attention. He shoves the Colonel over, his chair sending him immobile on the floor. “Look. Camera 12.”

He leans over your shoulder, staring hard. The black and white picture is hard to make out, but the cameras still work well enough to see a man crouching down behind a bin, talking through a watch.

“Where is that?” Your stomach drops as seven more men appear on the screen.

“Two miles out.” Frank had already turned, going to pack his things into a bag for the thousandth time.

“I told you. I told you they would come.” The Colonel groans on the floor, and Frank zips up his bag before going over to him, grabbing him buy the hair. He groans, blood pouring from his mouth.

“You tell ‘em where we were? Huh?” The Colonel spits blood at him, and Frank lets his head drop heavy back to the concrete.

“Are they tracking him?” Your eyes still haven’t left the monitor. A familiar face passes over the screen. Even in black and white, you would know it anywhere. It’s the face of all your nightmares, the only one you can see clearly in all of them, looking over you on the operation table, or locking the door of your cell three years ago, leaving you in darkness. “Bobby Gnucci is with them.”

“Fuck!” Frank slams his shoe into the Colonel, and he splutters out more blood. He’s weak, and if you don’t move soon, he will be dead within the hour. “We gotta move.”

“Put him in the boot. We can drive out the back, right?” Frank was already shoving the Colonels lifeless body into the car, still tied to the chair. “If they’re tracking him, we’re just delaying the inevitable.”

“There’s dozens of them. We need to move. At least get a vantage point.” Frank comes up behind you. “Didn’t think he’d show.”

“Always one for a dramatic entrance.” You knew he was talking about the man you were now fixated on, watching the leader of the Gnucci gang position men on either side of him, as well as three surrounding. “Does this have sound?”

Frank bangs around on a few things, and suddenly a radio flicks on. He walks away to pack the rest of your stuff in the car, not that there was a lot, but he leaves for long enough that you hear a voice come through the receiver.

“Theres no way in.” A man comments from Bobby’s left, and the look he gives him is enough to silence him.

“You’ll find me a way in. They are in there. I will not lose it again.” It. You’d spent so much time out of containment, you’d nearly forgotten what it was like to be talked down about. Even if it was two miles away. “I can feel it.”

“But sir-“ The other man pipes up. “How do you know? What if this is a trap, and The Punisher is waiting for us? Or worse - it’s watching us right now?” Bobby turns around, pulls out his hand gun and shoots the man in the back of the head with no hesitation.

“I know. I know it’s here. Does anyone else want to question my intelligence?” Silence booms from the radio, and you look back to the screen where the men begin to move up. “Good. Move in.”

“We need to go. Now.” Your heart was beating so fast you can hardly register a nod at Franks words.

You don’t have a chance to turn back around, just shoving yourself in the passenger seat of the shitty car you stole weeks ago now, and Frank flat footing the accelerator out the back entrance. When you hit the main road, you could hear shouts echoing as your car sped past, and you could have sworn you saw Bobby’s face, almost smiling as you disappeared into the night.

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“We need to kill him. Now.”

“We kill him, and we have a whole new army of guys coming for us.”

“Nothin’ I haven’t handled before. You think we can’t take ‘em?” Hovering over the open trunk of the car, Frank watches as your hand lightly slaps at the Colonels face, doing nothing to wake him from unconsciousness.

“I think that if we can use him to get New America off our backs, then we should before we kill him. At least get something out of this.” Frank slams the boot down, still pissed.

“The guys a leech. He’s got nothing, and he’s grasping at straws, pulling at your weakness to stay alive.” You sit up on the boot of the car, and your head snaps to him, eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m not that gullible. I just thought it would be smart to hear him out.”

“I could of told you what he told you. Bobby’s still coming for you, and he’ll be missing the man power and pull the Colonel gave him. If we don’t kill him, it’s gonna bite us in the ass either way.” Killing the Colonel would be the final string cut between the two groups, and as much as the guys were assholes, they were tamed in comparison to the Gnuccis. They were the real prize, and they still had your brother.

“If ‘New America’ finds out we killed him, which they probably expect, it will even give them reason to work with the Gnuccis. The enemy of my enemy and shit, right?” Your head drops to your chest, and you run one hand through your hair. Frank resists the urge to tuck it behind your ear. It falls against your face, and it looks soft, even more so under the morning sun.

“I’ve been thinkin’”

“Oh, here we go.”

“I think I have someone that can help us out with that.” Frank turns the gears in his head. Sure, if the ‘New America’ men found out their leader was butchered by the Punisher and a gang experiment duo, they might have more reason to side with the Gnuccis, or at the very least come after you and him on their own. But, if he could change the story, paint it as a betrayal by the Gnuccis themselves, it would stop them from breathing down your necks. Hell, maybe they’d do him a favour and knock down some of the Gnuccis while their at it.

“Another army buddy?“

“She’s a writer. Works for a newspaper. She could twist it, make it seem like the Gnuccis set him up.” You were nodding, sliding off the car and pacing around the back.

“There’s camera footage somewhere, right? If they were feeding the FBI a loop, something has to be capturing the original footage. A picture of Bobby Gnucci leaving in the car paired with a few bodies in the morgue, add a timeline and a few fancy words. Those guys will believe anything they read.” Fuck, you were smart. So much smarter than you gave yourself credit for. His hand was nearly making a dent on the truck. “Who is she?“

“Names Karen Page. She’s a-“ Frank paused. He’d never let it get anywhere for her to be considered anything, really. She was too good, and he needed her as far away from his shit as possible. The further he was from her, though, the less his feelings felt like anything other than love for a damn good friend. So that’s what he settled on. “A friend.”

“That’s a big pause for a friend.” You were standing almost underneath him now, head tiled back, a tiny smirk on your face. He could see one of the hickeys he’d given you just under your jaw, and his hand couldn’t hold back, brushing over it slightly.

“She’s a friend, and one that could get a whole lot of guys off our backs if we play it right.” You clearly aren’t done with the conversation, but the Colonel starts banging around in the boot, and your attention redirects.

Christ - he was going to enjoy dumping this guy.

The boot swings open and the Colonel, now gagged, was sitting and kicking around. You grabbed him with one hand and hauled him out of the car. There was nothing for miles, Frank had driven you out of the city and deep into bush land. No one would find a body out here until he wanted them to, or until he told Karen where you’d left it.

You ripped the gag out of his mouth and started talking, but he couldn’t hear what it was you were saying. Moving closer, he heard a dry laugh coming out of the Colonel, and you grabbed him by the collar.

“You thought on my offer?” He croaks out under the pressure you were putting on his throat.

“Shut the fuck up.” Frank groans.

“You getting your dog to-“

“Shut up.” You say through your teeth. You pull out the gun that Frank gave you, holding it to his head. “The only thing you should be doing is thanking me. This is a hundred times less what you deserve. In the next life, I will make it slow.”

The gun shot rings out, and the Colonels flesh splits neatly right at the centre of his temple.

“You satisfied?” Frank said from behind you.

“Not really, no. I don’t like guns.” He watches as your hands clench at your sides, and he knows you were holding back because this has to be believable. Ripping his head off isn’t exactly Bobby’s style. “Should we take a photo of it?” Frank was two steps ahead, pulling out a burner phone and snapping an image before shoving it back in his jacket pocket.

“So now we…what? Send it to her and wait?” You both turn back to the car, and Frank sighs.

“We’re gonna have to go to her.” You give him a quick sideways glance. “I don’t think she’ll answer the phone if she sees it’s me calling.”

“Great. So not only is it an ex, it’s a bad ex. What, did you like, cheat on her or something?”

“She’s not my god damn ex girlfriend. Drop it.” He knows it’s harsh. He sees you stop walking next to him, and he regrets it instantly. He wants to take it all back, reverse this whole fucked up day to when he was buried between your thighs. It was the only place he didn’t have to fucking think about all this.

Thinking of Karen with you next to him just feels… wrong. He’s still got a lot of love for her. She’s the only kind of family he has, but that’s really how he sees her. He isn’t sure he ever felt anything else for her, but she was there for him at a time when he had no one, and he held onto that like a life raft. That was nearly two and half years ago, though. He’d changed, and so had she, and he was happy for her, but the last time she’d seen him, it had been the same as it always was with her.

She needed him to be something else. She wanted him to change, to be the man he was before. If he was really honest, there was a time when he’d wanted that too - but it wasn’t possible. That version of himself was dead and buried with his family, and what lived now was… he was still trying to figure that out. Whatever it was, it wasn’t what a woman like Karen Page wanted, or needed. And truth be told, she wasn’t what he wanted.

You slide into the seat next to him, shoving the sunglasses onto your face and staring out the window. Everything in him drew him towards you, and the memory of just hours before was burning into his brain. The way you sounded saying his name like that… Frank didn’t think he’d be able to hear anything else for the rest of his life. You. You were what he wanted. He knew that more than he knew anything else. Especially right now, when he knew you probably needed him and he was being an asshole. You just killed the man who held you captive for two months, and here he was complaining about a girl.

“I-“ He starts, but you cut in.

“It’s fine. Just drive.” You lean your head against the window, jaw clenched shut. You were done talking, but he wasn’t.

“You got a thing about cuttin’ me off, huh?” He could see the roll of your eyes under the glasses as he pulled the car onto the road again. “I’m sorry. She’s… it’s a long story, and the main thing is none of it matters anymore.”

He sees your head turn dramatically towards him, eyebrows raised, flipping to the side as if to say ‘really?’.

“I’m serious.” His hand goes over the console to rest on your bare thigh. He runs up and down the exposed skin, and he thinks it the first time you’ve ever worn shorts. He shifts in his seat, and squeezes your leg lightly. “She’s a good friend, but it means nothin’.”

“Alright, I got it. You’re a free agent.” He uses everything he’s got to focus on the road, and not on the way you were watching his hand on your thigh, your breath hitching just slightly as his thumb stroked up and down. “How’s your arm?”

“Fine.” He lies. It was still bleeding 12 hours later, but he hadn’t had a fucking second to sew it up. He doesn’t care about that though, just about how he could make sweet little sounds come out of your mouth if he let his hand drift a little higher. Smirking, he sneaks a glance at you. “Are you feelin’ okay?”

“Definitely feeling something.” He feels the tense of your muscles under his hand as it crawls just an inch higher, and he smiles, blowing out a laugh. After a moment of silence, you crack again. “I’m not, like, jealous or anything. If she is more than a friend, I wouldn’t get in the wa-“

“Stop.” You hold up your hands in surrender, staring forward. He squeezes your thigh, bringing your attention back to him. “It was never like that. And it isn’t now. Besides, kind of got my hands full right now, don’t I?”

“Was that supposed to be a joke?” You’re smiling, which is a good sign. He knew he’d fuck whatever this was with you up eventually, but he didn’t think it would be that fast.

“I’m hilarious.” He looks over to you again, watching as you roll your eyes and angle your body slightly towards him. You yawn, and he’s suddenly aware of how long it’s been since either of you have slept. “You should get some rest.”

“So should you.”

“I’ve got a couple more hours in me.” He can’t think of sleeping when your leg is under his palm, and the way you’re moving on your seat, shifting slightly so he’s got more access if he wants it has him more alert and awake than ever.

“I don’t want you running us into a tree or something. Pull over.” Rationally, he should keep driving, because chances are the Gnucci’s are out looking for both of you, especially if they were tracking the Colonel. They would find his body soon, and then come for you. But you were already climbing into the back seat and you tugged on his arm once, asking him to follow, and he was indicating and pulling off the side of the road before he could think for another second.

Without another word, you’re pushing the seats down and he’s climbing over, his body wrapping you up, moulding together. It’s the most comfortable he’s ever been, even though the seat is tiny and he’s half falling off the back, he can’t think of anywhere he’d rather be. He tightens his arms around you.

“Frank.” You say softly, and his head buried itself into your back.

“Yeah?”

“You think this is gonna work?” The sun was still streaming into the car and he feels you shift back into him to press closer.

“The car? It’s a piece of shit. Wouldn’t be surprised if it busts into flames or some shit.” He feels your laugh against him, tired as it is, and kisses the back of your neck. “You’re gonna be fine.”

“I wasn’t talking about just me.” Your voice is as small as ever, and his hand gently sweeps across the hair in front of your face, just like he wanted to do before.

“I know.” You go to say something else, your mouth opens but nothing comes out, and before he knows it you’re dead asleep, body going limp against him.

It took him a while to realise, but since the moment he tied you to that radiator, he hasn’t had a single nightmare. Usually he’s waking up in cold sweats, breathing heavy and shaking his head until he realises where he is, where he’s not. Since you came around, though, he’s been sleeping like a fucking baby. He used to hate closing his eyes, it was like falling asleep was a punishment in itself, a comfort he didn’t deserve, but with you pressed against him, soft sounds coming from your mouth as he kisses the back of your neck, he lets himself drift off.

When he dreams now, it’s only of you.

[next chapter]

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amandacanwrite · 7 months

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Main Character of my book With Love, Juniper slated to come out with Inked in Gray Press. Wanted to Doodle her last year around this time and was so pleased with how this one game out!

Here is a little snippet from the book for your reading pleasure.

Juniper’s heart soared as she hurried to the door, and her face and ears warmed with her excited flush. She threw the door open to greet her dearest and oldest friend.

“Oleander I—”

The words caught and extinguished in Juniper’s throat, her heart lodging painfully there instead.

Dread deeply set into her bones.

It was always this way. An invisible rope snaked around her rib cage and constricted tighter than any stays or corsets she’d ever worn. Each inhale was stilted and painful. The blood left her face and nausea curled in her stomach.

This man in front of her was not Oleander, it couldn’t be.

When Oleander left, he had paled in height when set aside with Juniper’s. At age sixteen, the pudginess in his face still betrayed his age. Back then, he had the lanky awkward build of what he was, and what he still should be: a normal teenage boy.

But the boy standing here now on their front steps well— he was not a boy! He was a man! A grown man!

He’d promised her that he’d return as a man. But two years certainly couldn’t have made such an impact on his build.

Warmly hooded blue-grey eyes crinkled in a smile down at her from where he suddenly stood nearly an entire head taller. Dark, shapely brows rested low and relaxed above them. Beneath his eyes were the faint wrinkles of many sleep-deprived nights and so many smiles. Full lips curved and made his high cheekbones round out pleasantly– the only lingering softness from his once youth-tender face, it seemed. Below his mouth, his jawline swept beautifully to where his ebony hair was perfectly coiffed and combed behind his ear.

Juniper’s eyes fell to his torso, ears growing hot with her growing flush that now made a betraying return to her face. She’d hoped to find relief there, escape from the burning smolder of his gaze.

She didn’t.

Of course, her mother had mentioned needing to send off new clothes to Oleander over the past couple of years. But she had never imagined this.

That lanky build she’d expected had filled out. Where he used to swim in his dress shirts and coats, now every line of his jacket and vest perfectly traced the attractive broadness of his shoulders and his chest. The elegant taper of his waist stopped at high trousers, silver buttons shining. A perfect straight-legged pleat went straight to the floor where he wore stylish, polished leather shoes.

No— this was not Oleander. Not her Ollie. Not the little precious boy she helped her parents send off to school.

The stranger on her doorstep took his stylish pointed hat off his head and held it politely in front of his chest. The perfect gentleman.

The movement made Juniper lift her dark grey eyes to his bright blue-grey ones and they crinkled further.

“Juniper,” he breathed with sweet joy and affection, his voice a stranger’s voice. It was so deep. The timbre of it rattled through her tightened chest. “I have missed you so very much,” the stranger said.

Juniper swallowed, willing her heart to return to its home back in her rib cage. Her ears were ringing as she forced herself to speak.

“O-Oleander. Extended periods of transmogrification can be incredibly dangerous; I know you have a penchant for pranks but—”

The man’s brow knitted with a bit of consternation, head tilting in the way Ollie’s always did when he was startled or confused. Then, his brows rose higher, deciphering Juniper’s stammered words. The look of confusion gave way to a brilliant laugh, perfect teeth shining in the calm autumn morning.

Juniper’s heart squeezed as the laugh quieted.

“Am I so changed,” he asked as he lifted his hand to his mouth,. “–that you think this form is something other than my natural one?” He gestured to himself in demonstration.

The light twinkled in his eyes as he said the words that hammered the last nails into Juniper’s nightmarish coffin.

“I assure you; I am still very much the same Ollie that left our home two years ago.”

He began to take the few steps left between himself and the threshold and Juniper’s fingernails dug painfully into the palms of her hands. Her knuckles strained white with how tightly she balled her hands next to her, skin clammy and cloying with nervous sweat on her palms.

“I’ve come to collect my hug hello,” he said as he took another step.

Juniper eyed the distance between them, only one step remaining before he would be there. In the house. With her.

Her chest squeezed again, the invisible rope tightening even more. She couldn’t get any air in her lungs.

Oleander seemed to finally register her emotional state. He slowed in his pursuit of her.

“Juniper? Are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Oleander asked her as he came to a stop just at the threshold.

Juniper registered the pause in momentum, the question hanging in the stale air between them.

Oleander inhaled to speak again, but before he could manage a word, Juniper had slammed the door shut in his face

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ootori-sibs · 2 years

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Put a blade to my neck and call it a collar

Chapter three

Tw posion

Receiving treatment for the cyanide, Kyoya had a lot of time to think about what had happened. He'd been poisoned, it had clearly been an attempt on his life but he simply hadn't had enough for it to kick in before he could receive treatment. He'd had to bribe the doctors to make sure no one told his father what had happened, unfortunately he hadn't expanded that of course this included not telling any of his siblings either.

"Kyoya!" The call came as Kyoya's eldest brother entered the room, looking very concerned.

Kyoya just sighed, already bored, "hello Yuuichi."

Yuuichi Ootori, Kyoyas eldest brother, 14 years his senior and the clear winner for heir of the family business. Although their parents had always been cold and distant, Yuuichi had always made time for Kyoya and made it very clear that he would do anything for him.

Crouching down to fuss over Kyoya, Yuuichi silently checked for injuries before sighing. "Are you alright, I heard you were poisoned?"

"If you heard that I was posioned, why were you checking for injuries?"

"You might have gotten hurt as well, I don't know that!" Yuuichi pulls out a bag of tiny pretzels from his bag, "here, I brought you a snack. Do you know who poisoned you? Can you tell me?"

Kyoya took the pretzels, enjoying one before speaking finally. "No, I do know who did it but I cannot tell you, I told the culprit that I wouldn't tell father and I know that you would tell him if I were to tell you."

"Come on, Kyo," he sighed, "do I look like a narc?"

"Yes! Absolutely you do!" He raised his voice, exasperated by his brother attempting to be cool. On the other hand, he couldn't help but be amused by it, fighting back a smile. "The second I mention a name, I know you'll be running straight to father with that information. Even if you didn't, you wouldn't be able to get the culprit back without involving him."

Yuuichi ruffled his hair, Kyoya always hated it when he did that. "Is that so? So was it someone of higher standing than me? That's really concerning, Kyo, because that means it was an adult, doesn't it?" Standing up, Yuuichi began to pace. It was more than obvious that his rage was barely being concealed below the surface; his hands were shaking and his breath shook just as much. Yuuichi was a calm and level headed man, so the way his brow furrowed and his shoulders shuddered gave the impression that there was a lot more rage there than there appeared to be.

Kyoya had never seen his brother so angry, he wondered if Yuuichi had been so angry when he found out that father had hit him. Either way, the sight of his big brother so rage filled was frightening to a certain degree. It reminded him of when his father was angry… they did look so similar…

Watching him grit his teeth, it hasn't yet occured to Kyoya that a question had been asked of him. He was just silently watching his brother's anger threaten to spill over the surface. Although he knew that the anger was because someone had hurt him, the tiny irrational part of his brain that was still that small child wondering why his mama didn't come to comfort him in the night was terrified that the same anger born out of love for him, would be turned against him if he so much as breathed too loudly.

So he held his breath.

"Kyo?"

Yuuichi was kneeling before him again, and Kyoya felt dizzy. "Kyoya, are you alright? You just suddenly went silent, I-" He froze, and Kyoya saw his own fear mirrored in his brother's eyes. "Oh my god you're scared… you're scared of me?"

There was a profound sadness in the air and Kyoya wanted to cry and scream, he wanted to throw his arms around his brother and beg for forgiveness, to assure him that of course he isn't scared of his brother, that there's no one he feels safer around. He would never want to upset his brother, he adored his brother, he idolised him. How could he have made Yuuichi so upset? He-

Kyoya froze, he'd seen something change in Yuuichi's eyes, something incredibly interesting. It seemed his brother had caught his reflection in the metal doors of the cabinet, and he'd seen something there. Anger once again flashed through Yuuichi's eyes, then sadness, then, finally, guilt.

"Kyoya… it's not me you're scared of, is it?"

Kyoya shook his head, trying to keep his hands from shaking too.

"I look so much like father…" Yuuichi's voice shook again, but with something so different from rage this time, "I forget that's who you see in me."

"I'm sorry…" was all Kyoya could utter, barely audible, his own voice echoing the shivers in Yuuichi's tone.

Yuuichi's hands were warm, one of them gently touched Kyoya's cheek as the other held his hand. "Don't apologise, Kyoya, you've done nothing wrong. Please, please can you tell me who poisoned you? I won't tell father, I swear to you."

"I can't…" a solidarity tear rolled down Kyoya's cheek, he shook his head just a little. He couldn't yield, no matter how much he wanted to.

♡

Tamaki was furious. His grandmother had left the moment Kyoya had, leaving him to believe she had only shown up in order to hurt Kyoya, and hadn't actually wanted to spend time with Tamaki at all. His emotions were being used as a tool for her to be able to get the opportunity to hurt his best friend. Nothing made him more furious than being used.

Kyoya was the exception of course, Tamaki knew damn well that Kyoya was 'manipulating' him and to be honest he just let it happen. It was a harmless thing and it was obviously more comfortable for Kyoya than actually asking for things, so Tamaki didn't mind it. If he knew it was happening then it was hardly manipulation- sure the fact that Kyoya was putting the leaflets on his desk was a bit of a surprise, but that was only because Tamaki thought Kyoya was confident enough to ask him for things personally.

That was something that calmed him down but also upset him quite a bit. Thinking about the fact that Kyoya wasn't confident enough to ask Tamaki for certain themes; was it a matter of no confidence in his ideas or was Kyoya intimidated, or something like that?

It occured to Tamaki that Kyoya had said no to ideas that had come from the leaflets, those were Kyoya's own ideas. In fact, Kyoya was often meaner about the ideas that had come from the leaflets than the ideas that Tamaki had come up with himself… that didn't sit right with Tamaki at all. The fact that the more he thought about it, the less confident Kyoya seemed to be… well it was upsetting, to say the least.

Regardless, Tamaki was angry and he wanted to do something about it. Obviously confronting his grandmother about it would be a stupid idea, he wasn't an idiot, he couldn't do that. His next thought was to tip Kyoya's father off to what happened- or perhaps one of Kyoya's siblings, unfortunately that would make it look like Kyoya went against his word. Tamaki didn't want that. He needed to think of something better.

They had a day or two left of the holiday, and Tamaki wanted this over and done with by the time school started up again. He hated extra stress. That meant that he didn't have a lot of time to make and execute his plan.

Deciding to phone his darling girlfriend, Tamaki lay on his bed with his laptop open to an empty document. "Mon amour!" He called through the phone, "Haruhi! How are you, mon cherie?"

"Oh hey babe," Haruhi sounded disinterested, the sound of a scratching pen could be heard, "I'm fine, just doing some writing, what about you?"

Tamaki chuckled in response to her using a pet name, twirling his hair with his free hand as he did so. "Oh you're so smart and studious! I love that!"

"Thanks," Haruhi chuckled too, but Tamaki knew she was just finding him asmusing. He didn't mind, he just liked making her smile.

"Haruhi, I have a legal question."

"Oh?" There was the sound of her sitting up, and what Tamaki assumed was the sound of her grabbing her mother's legal book, "absolutely, what do you need?"

Taking a breath, Tamaki prepared to take notes. "This is a hypothetical, okay?"

"Mhm, hypothetical."

"So, say you were aware of an attempted murder, but you can't tell anyone or the victim will be in trouble. Without going to to police or committing a crime, what exactly can I do to get back at the criminal?"

"Hmm," Haruhi hummed in thought, "are you sure you don't want to commit a crime? If someone tried to kill someone I cared about, I would fight them there and then."

"I can't do that- in this hypothetical situation. The criminal is in a position of power over me."

"I see, well I'd say there's not much you can do that would get the criminal back in a way that is big enough. What was the method of attempted murder?"

"Poison, in some tea."

"Ooh!" Haruhi seemed excited by this news, flipping a few pages in her book. "Yeah you could absolutely put a non-lethal amount in her tea- was the poison in the teacup or the teapot?"

"I'm not sure…" Tamaki thought back to how his grandmother had insisted on pouring the tea herself, "oh maybe the teapot? She poured the tea herself."

Haruhi made a whistle at that, "ooh we've got a gender? And an assassin's teapot from the sound of it. Great!" It sounded like she was clapping her hands together before the turning of more pages. "Definitely just put a non-lethal amount in her own tea, it's not legal but you could get away with it in a court of law by playing dumb and making them think you didn't know there was any posion in the teapot."

The idea of doing something so actively malicious did scare Tamaki slightly, but on the other hand, the thought of Kyoya getting hurt was even more terrifying. It made his blood boil and he decided that he didn't care if he was breaking the law, he decided that his grandmother deserved a literal taste of her own medicine. "That's a good idea, hypothetically speaking."

"Of course, of course." Haruhi agreed, "oh, and Tamaki?"

"Yes mon amour?"

"This is hypothetical, right. I haven't actually just told you to poison someone, have I?"

"Oh no," he shook his head, despite being on the phone, "don't worry, I was just watching a movie and wanted your opinion."

"Okay good, love you babe."

"Love you do, my beloved." He waited for Haruhi to hang up, then sighed in relief. As much as he loved her, she did still believe that he was a moron. That wasn't nessarily a bad thing, however, as she'd just told him how to get away with attempted murder because he told her he was watching a movie. Maybe she was the moron in this situation- but Tamaki felt bad even thinking that. So he didn't.

Standing up, he knew his grandmother was in the main mansion, Tamaki wasn't allowed in the main mansion but he knew that she'd left the teapot in this one. Going to fetch it was easy, she'd left it on the table and the maids hadn't bothered to move it yet.

The hardest part was finding a good opportunity to pour some tea for her. His first thought was inviting his grandmother and his father for dinner and then pouring the tea before they even arrived, but he didn't want his father to cotton on to Tamaki's true intent and knew that he and his father were too much alike for him to get away with that. His next plan involved going to his grandmother's office for a friendly visit, he would send the teapot ahead of him, paying off one of the interns so they wouldn't mention he was the one that brought it.

He didn't do it the same day, he wasn't an idiot. He had the maids keep the poison in there, but removed the tea. Tamaki himself spent a little while watching videos explaining how to use an assassin's teapot, it was actually very interesting.

It was two days later when he got the chance, he hadn't done anything really during the day in-between, and he'd noticed he was missing any messages from his friends aside from a good morning text from Haruhi, and then one from Kyoya about two or three hours later. It was nice that both of them checked in with him every day. He loved them both so much.

He did wonder if not checking in on Kyoya made him a bad friend, but clearly Kyoya was alive, so it's not like Tamaki would be told if Kyoya felt bad; that boy was too closed off to be vulnerable. Because it was so rare, Tamaki looked forward to the times that Kyoya was vulnerable with him. He had elaborate fantasies where Kyoya fell into his arms, stifled, angelic tears in the sweet devil's eyes. He would comfort Kyoya, of course, and Kyoya would turn to him alone for comfort and affection.

To be fair, Kyoya already does that, but Tamaki wished he did it more. He wanted to be the only person who could make Kyoya smile- was that weird? He didn't think it was weird, that was just something best friends thought about each other.

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graftisms · 1 year

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JOSH & MARCUS — DAY TWENTY-EIGHT

location : evening / post-challenge / pool

featuring : @bluemmings @blondcs @inquixotic

context because i’m not posting it all : they all jumped in the pool naked ( except josh bc he’s lame ) after frankie and miles’ bet about who could hold their breath longest, resulting in most of them having to streak. they’re talking about where frankie ran off to, assuming miles, and then discussing miles and frankie together & separately.

JOSH

"he's into you too," he tells marcus, with a nod. "i told him you weren't really interested in guys though, sorry." that's not exactly what he said, but maybe he's trying to push some buttons, see how badly marcus wants it.

MARCUS

marcus can't blame miles for being into him, he's a catch. but josh's statement has him frowning. " just cause i'm not into you doesn't mean i'm not into guys, josh. " he snorts, shaking his head.

JOSH

"sorry, i had no idea. i haven't seen you with any of the ones here, so..." it doesn't bother him, because he finds this all pretty funny.

MARCUS

" i mean, i was with romi from day one so... " not so much a flex anymore but, his point still stands. " i don't think miles thinks i'm straight though, so, it's all good. " god forbid anyone think he's straight.

JOSH

"and obsessed with naomi the rest of the time," he shrugs, filling in the blanks that aren't there. deanna's choosing violence today apparently. "but yeah, you'll be fine."

MALI

she resurfaces for air, brushing her hair off her face, catching josh’s snide remark. “woah there,” she laughs, blinking at the two of them before glancing over at val.

MARCUS

okay... not where he expected this to go at all. " don't know what you mean by that but okay ... " he pulls a face, brows knitting together.

JOSH

"i don't mean anything," he shrugs. "you were with romi from day one, but you kissed naomi a few days ago, so clearly you've had a thing for her for a while there. and then you only mentioned girls yesterday when we were talking about grafting, so."

VALERIE

“well you were all over naomi the other day too, weren’t you?”

MARCUS

marcus didn't actually know that josh knew about his ' kiss ' with naomi, so he does suddenly feel a flush at his cheeks, an uncomfortableness in his stomach. " naomi and i are friends. " he clarifies, this sudden shift making the water feel cold against his skin. " and that's 'cause i'm not into any of the guys... miles is a new guy, that's different. " his brows raise, interested to know what val means by her statement.

JOSH

"yeah," he says, voice growing a little cold, "you two are friends. got it." as if that couldn't be any clearer. josh glances over at val, rolling his eyes a little. as if she didn't have her chance to talk about this earlier, but... "we weren't all over each other," he says, "but we had a moment, yeah." he wants to say more to marcus, but this isn't exactly the crowd for it.

MALI

she sighs, a little annoyed she didn’t catch that herself when she glanced at valerie, smiling lazily at marcus. “he did say he likes trouble.”

MARCUS

" so... what, you ditch naomi for jenny, and now naomi's got dylan you suddenly want her back ? yeah, sounds like trouble to me. "

JOSH

"i never ditched naomi," josh scoffs, lifting himself up to sit at the edge of the pool. he needs to be the one on higher ground. "i basically begged for her back after lying to her about jenny, but she ditched me for dylan. it's not like how you randomly dumped romi after her prick of an ex made you feel bad."

VALERIE

she floats toward marcus, hands resting against his shoulders, massaging them a bit.

MALI

oh. drama. “maybe this is a conversation better had on dry land?” she suggests, more to josh than to marcus — what had he done wrong?

MARCUS

" well, i can't blame naomi for wanting out. " he says simply, 'cause josh shouldn't have done anything with jenny but oh well. he gives josh a look like really? once he brings up the romi stuff, rolling his eyes. he is grateful for valerie, if only to feel like someone's in his corner. " i dumped romi 'cause they fucked maddox without a second thought about me. " he scoffs. " you know full well before that how much i was into her so don't act like i'm the one out of line here. "

JOSH

"alright, well fuck you too, man." josh rolls his eyes. so much for marcus being his friend, but this only basically confirms what he already knew. "you took a break with her because the dejan stuff got too hard. as if she hadn't spent the night crying outside because of that prick. she needed you, and you left her to immediately kiss naomi. i don't even like maddox, and nobody can blame her for doing that. you should be embarrassed by that, dude. i'm embarrassed by what i did to naomi, but i tried to make that right. i'm still trying," he adds. "but romi rather kiss me than naomi wants to kiss you, so... maybe i'm doing something right after all."

MARCUS

" we took a break 'cause neither of us signed up for dejan's shit. she decided to fuck maddox, and i kissed naomi— that was after. " and he doesn't think he'd ever even try it with naomi had romi not fucked maddox in front of him. he is embarrassed by that whole party, from maddox to naomi and everything in between, but he barely has time to linger on it before a scoff escapes him, eyes fixed on josh in disbelief. " romi kissed you ? " he'd like to not be surprised by it. after all, he expected it to happen ages ago, but he can't quite wrap his head around it all of a sudden now it's presented as a fact.

JOSH

“no, because you didn't sign up for it," he argues. "what, you decide you had too much of dejan, so you asked for a break? you think romi could just take a break from her shitty ex being here? you were just looking out for yourself," he fires back, getting heated now. he doesn't realize how much of this he was holding onto. "she kissed me because i punched that guy, which yeah, i shouldn't have done maybe, but it's far more than you ever did. you're supposed to fight for the people you care about. but it doesn't really seem like you cared that much to begin with. you certainly don't give a shit about our friendship, so, y'know. i just hope trying to shoot your shot with naomi was worth it."

MALI

now she does swim over to josh, touching his arm gently. “this is all really emotionally healthy to get out,” she says softly, “but i think you should take a breather, love. clear your head.” it’s clear he’s upset.

MARCUS

maybe he's getting so pressed because he knows in a way josh is right. he didn't really step up for romi like he should have, and he knows that as soon as he had doubts he was looking for a way out. it's just fucking impossible to do that on this stupid ass show without breaking things off. he's not losing his cool with josh in a stupid fucking pool while butt naked, and really... he doesn't even know what he can say in response. he's lost and hurt and frankly tired of it all. " you know what ? fuck you, man. i'm done. " he shakes his head. " sorry, " marcus' voice turns soft for valerie, his hands reaching to find hers and gently moving them from his shoulders so he can jump out of the pool. he doesn't care that his dick is out or his arse, he just heads inside the villa to go anywhere away from josh.

JOSH

mali tries to gently get him to leave, but josh is pleased to see that marcus does it first, butt naked and angry. maybe he should feel bad, and a part of him kind of does... but the rest of him is a little smug, unable to wipe a small smirk off his lips. good. let marcus feel shitty for once. it's about fucking time. only when his bare naked is out of his view does he look at mali, finally feeling something different than that smugness. "sorry," he smiles sheepishly, not really sure what to say. "that was... a long time coming. i shouldn't have done it here, though." he takes a deep breath. "want me to grab you a towel?" he offers. save her some modesty.

#tagging it josh & marcus bc thats the main plot #but the others are obvs here too #joshua ;#joshua & marcus ;#joshua & mali ;#joshua & valerie ;#joshua & marcus 012 #i needed the fight on my page thanks

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written in your blood (part 3/6)

One last visit to Rowle's—and Flora's—saga with the Carrow siblings, written as my entry for the Death Eater 2022 Fest. Set primarily after this oneshot and this story.

Ch3: "Now: Flora, ally" [FFN] [AO3] | ← → | start from the beginning

Pairings/Characters: Thorfinn Rowle & Flora Carrow (mentions of Thorfinn/Alecto & Flora/Amycus)

Rating: T

Words: ~3,490

Additional info: gen fic, angst, hurt/comfort, violence (minor), Dark magic, Harry's era, 3rd person POV

Summary: Thorfinn's made the same promise twice over already…and he'll make it again, if it means new ally Flora will be instrumental in getting his love and his best mate back. Ch3: Thorfinn swears his third oath to Flora, because the second war has ended and not in their favor, but she's his best hope if he wants to see the Carrow siblings again.

…more than fifteen years later, so close to twenty, Thorfinn Rowle awakes with memories of his younger self, of starting out as a Death Eater, of past promises in blood, and he wonders where he went wrong.

Actually, that's his second thought. His first thought is one of awe as he marvels how in the hell he's still alive after the battle.

Thorfinn wakes to dull noise from under the rubble of some part of Hogwarts Castle. He struggles to move and shimmies cautiously out from under a blanket of debris. He daren't hustle—who knows what characters lie in wait for him on the other side of his stone prison.

Five minutes pass, and he gets his left foot free. Another two minutes, and his whole leg emerges, followed by his hip. There's enough space by his torso and head to allow air to flow, so no wonder he's kept breathing this entire time, but still…! So much rubble. And he hadn't been crushed?

Thorfinn gets two–thirds of the way free before he senses someone approaching. He stills for a heartbeat and then grapples for his wand in a panic, finding the bit of wood wedged uncomfortably under his right armpit. He doesn't want to imagine the war is over, that they've lost, that something terrible has happened to the Carrows, but he knows he's not going out without one more fight—

A dim light blinds him since he's not expecting it in the late dusk. "Sweet Salazar. You're alive."

Thorfinn swallows the offensive spell on his tongue and waits for the wand in his eyes to be lowered.

It isn't, but at least the person—witch, he presumes by the lilt in her voice—Levitates the rest of the debris off him.

He hesitates to get to his feet, first sitting up and catching the witch's eye. "Do you have any idea who you've just helped?" It's not exactly an empty threat. Thorfinn's glad to be free, but he'll gladly turn on her just the same.

The witch holds her wand higher so he can see her better. She's a pale, slip of a thing, maybe half a head or so taller than Alecto, with straight, brown locks that stop above her shoulders and sharp eyebrows above eyes darker than the Carrows'. Her tailored robes are dirty and lightly torn from the battle, but they don't speak of time spent with the Death Eaters…or, rather, within their ranks, Thorfinn thinks as a more recent memory of her with one Death Eater in particular floats to the surface.

"Hold on. I've seen you around the castle." He grunts as he stands. Thorfinn snickers when he eyes her up and down. "Never got to speak with you, although I bet Amycus preferred it that way. But Alecto mentioned you, as did others. You're Amycus'…what were they calling you? Ah. His 'dark flower.'"

The moniker must come as news to her, for the young thing's face flushes with healthy color, making Thorfinn snicker again. "My name," she insists, her words clipped, "is Flora Carrow."

His amusement dies down to confusion. "…Amycus would've told Alecto if he married, that I'd stake my life on."

She turns away and begins to pick her way through the rubble, leaving Thorfinn to clamber behind her. "We're not married," she grumbles.

Thorfinn cringes. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Alecto and Amycus have had a couple decades dealing with stupid incestuous jokes, but just what is Amycus thinking…? Of course, that's if this Flora wench is telling the truth, but Thorfinn sets those thoughts aside for another day. "Well, Flora Carrow, you never did answer me. Do you know who you've helped?"

"Judging by your size and the thinning blond hair, you're Thorfinn Rowle," she says nonchalantly.

His hand flies up to his scalp and he growls. "It's not thinning!"

She shrugs. "Amycus' words, not mine."

He pouts at her back. Unfortunately, he really can imagine Amycus rattling off such a description of him to another person… But Thorfinn doesn't want to dwell on that, so he focuses on the path she cuts for them. "Where are we, anyway? Still Hogwarts, I see." At least a few parapets stand in slightly discernable silhouette against the darkening sky.

"The steps down to the boatshed. I thought I'd escape this way, but…" She pauses, and Thorfinn can all but hear her frown. Flora shakes her head. "Watch your step, Rowle. It's mostly stone, but there's so much busted armor mixed in. I nearly impaled myself, looking for exits."

"Then why retrace your steps?"

"Because the boats weren't my means to escape, and the boatshed ended up decimated by flying debris, more so than I thought, so it's no place to hide." Flora points her dimly lit wand up and behind the entrance courtyard. "We might be able to sneak away through the main entrance shortly."

Thorfinn squints at the back of her head and snags Flora's upper arm. "Come again?"

She struggles, but her arm is like a twig in his unyielding grasp. She scowls at him. "The teachers are still exhausted from the battle. It's been barely half a day since it concluded, Rowle. Not all the enchantments are back up."

Oh. That…actually is not bad. He releases her, and they carry on.

Part of the short wall leading to the stone steps for the boatshed is intact, so they spy from there whether there's much of a detail around the castle entrance. Turns out there's not. Either Flora's summation about Potter's side being exhausted is dead-on, or the other side is so full of themselves that they don't feel the need to hurry with protective spells just yet. Either way, things are in Thorfinn and Flora's favor.

Thorfinn eyes Flora again. She's not too short, around average height, but he likely could hide her in his shadow if need be. He moves her behind him before he attempts to lead the way—but pain shoots down his right side, now that they're on even ground and moving faster. He bites down a gasp. "Fu—!"

"Just get behind me and we'll get out of here in no time," Flora insists.

"Don't order me around, you damn witch…!" Still, Thorfinn grits his teeth. Why now?! Even doing it slowly, climbing over all that rock should've hurt more than moving along packed earth…! He slides his bleary blue eyes Flora's way. Unless…

But Flora's wand is still alight, and he has no idea whether she knows the Unforgivables. For what it's worth, though, she gives him a sympathetic frown. "Look—any pain, I can help. I know some Healing. When we're safely away, I can Heal you."

Thorfinn purses his lips, but he nods. In for a Knut, in for a Galleon.

She might not be the Carrow he wants, but she's Carrow-adjacent, and he's short on allies, so Flora will have to do for now.

"That was too close a call," he mutters when they settle into the shack Flora chooses after Apparating.

"You're a chickenshit," Flora retorts, conjuring candles and setting them around the empty hovel. She lights them with Bluebell flames and turns back to Rowle, who stretches out on the filthy floor with his back against a wall. "No one was going to catch us."

"That Weasley nearly did…!" Thorfinn huffs, already tired of this argument. He can't even remember all their names, but this one was Potter's best mate, he's certain. He did a double-take as Thorfinn and Flora rounded the main gates and vanished around the remains of one of the hog statues.

"Trust me, Ron Weasley is not the fastest broom on the field—he won't know what he saw," Flora insists. She kneels by his right side and pokes and prods him, gathering information about his injuries.

Thorfinn takes the chance to evaluate her. "You talk as though you know him and Potter's crew personally."

Flora exhales. "Not quite. I know of them."

"Same year?"

"Merlin, no. Slug Club."

Thorfinn blinks. He honestly thought that was a myth. Not to mention Horace Slughorn is still around, without Flamel's alchemy… "Slug Club," he echoes.

Flora spares him the briefest glance. "I'm nineteen, since you're so clearly curious. I was in the year above them. Slughorn only brought my sister and me in because of my father's business." But, just as suddenly as she's coughed up personal details, her hands stop, and Flora rolls back on her haunches, putting space between them, realizing what she's spilled.

Oh, for crying out… If he had a Sickle for every time he recognized someone with the surname Carrow who was afraid of opening up, he'd have the largest vault at Gringotts. "I'm curious," Thorfinn admits, "but I'm not judging you on Slughorn's interest or your parents' history, if that matters. I don't even know your parents." The last part he adds on, partly in the hope she might sate that bit of curiosity.

Alas, Flora doesn't…that night. Flora seals her mouth shut about herself tighter than a Sealed doorway, and she focuses the next few days on Healing the broken bones and bruises and cuts Thorfinn sustained in battle. She also ventures out for food, procuring some meager items for them to eat but always plenty of water to drink, so Thorfinn can't complain. Much.

What he can do is bellyache about the fuzzy details that start to come into focus from the start of the month. "This war shouldn't've ended the way it did," he bemoans for the umpteenth time as he peers between broken shades on a window in the main room. He grimaces at the thought and as a lance of pain reminds him that Flora's got one more rib to Heal, tomorrow, once she's gathered her strength. She's not shabby with this Healing thing, but she's obviously not used to the work.

"The war's not really over," Flora says as per usual.

He rolls his eyes. "You wouldn't know. Last time, we scattered like dust, thinking the Dark Lord was gone. This time he is—you said you eavesdropped. You overheard Potter's side discussing—" Thorfinn stops there. He doesn't want to say or even think the words "the Dark Lord's death," because it'll make it too real this time. Thorfinn redirects his attention outside through the shades. "…this time feels different," he finally settles on.

Flora doesn't get up from the spot she cleared on the floor for herself. She's been taking inventory of the things in her cloak's Expanded pockets, as she does each day; it's something akin to meditation for her, Thorfinn surmises. "The war's only over when every follower is dead or gives up the cause," she insists.

Her words pierce him and cause him the tiniest bit of shame, which makes him scowl. He hasn't declared he's giving up…yet. So he returns to reminiscing about the start of May, though he releases the shades and leans against the sill. He sighs, softly. "Things might've been different, you know. If Alecto and Amycus had gotten to fight."

The morsel snatches Flora's attention. "What do you mean, if they'd gotten to fight?"

"You weren't at the castle when things started?"

Flora rolls her jaw while she debates what to cough up. Her stiff shoulders drop while she worries the strap of her purse in her hands. "…no. I'd been living in Hogsmeade, so I came when the Caterwauling Charm went off." Her volume drops. "I searched for Amycus as the battle started."

Thorfinn frowns. "It was too late by then, Flora. The other side caught him and Alecto first thing. I got word they were tied up in Ravenclaw Tower, but fighting my way to them was easier said than done."

"Oh."

They've had bouts of silence between them the last few days, but this one hangs heavy. Thorfinn's mind keeps straying to Azkaban, wondering if Alecto and Amycus can handle it.

Judging by the shadows beneath Flora's eyes, no doubt her thoughts stray there, too.

Still, nearly a full week passes since the end of the second war. Thorfinn stretches his limbs and tests Flora's handiwork, but everything seems to be in working order. So, with her Healing done, he questions why the hell they linger in this shack. He questions a lot, actually. "You claim to be a Carrow, and you've aided me, yes, but I know next to nothing about you. And yet you're keeping me around—why?" Thorfinn prods on a warm, rainy Saturday afternoon.

Perhaps Flora has tired of this abandoned shack in the middle of nowhere, too. She prowls the perimeter of the main room, a slow pace back and forth, never nearing him too much. And the hardened, determined glint in her dark, gray eyes puts him in mind of the Death Eaters with whom he used to murder and maim. "You're an ally," she states.

Thorfinn dwells on it and shakes his head. "Try again."

"Fine. You're a tool."

He snarls at her. He's no Greyback, but Thorfinn's pleased to see that hard part of Flora flinch in response, in the slightest. Thorfinn's been called worse, but still. "I'm a means to an end," he corrects.

Flora nods.

He crosses his arms in front of his chest. It doesn't hurt anymore, now that he's recuperated. And drawing to his full height, filling the space with as much of his boxy build as possible, has its uses. "You're only creating more questions, witch."

She frowns, and she falters in the motion. "I want to free Amycus."

Thorfinn loves the idea—but it's a pipe dream. "The breakout from Azkaban two years ago was one thing, orchestrated by many of the Dark Lord's followers in tandem. The same goes for last summer. You've a silly wish. I've begun to wonder if I mistook you for someone else, because surely even Amycus has his fans."

The comment hits where it hurts most. Flora's eyes flash like steel.

He should've been more prepared, just as he always wishes to have the final word when someone (usually Dolohov) gets their digs in on him. But then Thorfinn crumples on the floor in the next instant, convulsing, his muscles spasming as invisible stings and shocks cascade over him, wave after wave. He gasps, barely. He can't speak and hardly thinks.

"I am no fan," Flora corrects, her heels thudding on the wooden floor as she looms over Thorfinn's puddled mass. "But I've had one of the best teachers for proficiency in the Cruciatus Curse."

He doesn't doubt that. What those who've never had the curse performed on them don't know is that the spell carries with it a little flavor of each spellcaster and their source material. So the shocks are new to Thorfinn, but the stings are a familiar echo of the time spent practicing the spell with Amycus during their late boyhood. (Amycus once remarked that Thorfinn's version of the spell was laden with bone-crushing gravity.)

Flora holds the curse for another minute and backs off just as Thorfinn's eyes begin to roll back into his head. She dares tuck her wand up her right sleeve; she's not frightened in the least of retribution. "I want to free Amycus," she repeats, as if what transpired was but a brief interruption.

Thorfinn comes to his senses and regains control of his tongue. "I want both Alecto and Amycus free and safe and sound," he declares.

Flora nods. "Then our wishes align. And they are not silly."

This time, Thorfinn keeps his mouth shut.

Thorfinn and Flora leave the abandoned shack late at night, and he doesn't protest as she Disapparates with him to another unfamiliar place. He dislikes that it's closer to a Muggle village this time, with nothing ramshackle or abandoned in sight, but at least they're just passing by it (nevertheless, he conjures a façade for himself, just in case there are Wanted posters of any sort down here in this southern part of Scotland).

Flora is quiet as she leads the way. She reminds him of Alecto in this manner, but he doesn't persist in looking for comparisons. Flora has mentioned Amycus and Amycus only. Alecto has rarely parted with Amycus; if there's a solid chance to save them both, Alecto will take it, Thorfinn's sure.

The longer he lingers on these ideas, though, the more he realizes Flora's gotten a bargain, having Thorfinn helping her, and he potentially stands to gain nothing.

How the hell is he supposed to turn the tables to his own advantage?

The duo leaves the village behind them and continues on foot for a bit longer. Thorfinn's mind strays to the time when he, Alecto, and Amycus kept hidden after the first war before Thorfinn himself got captured, sometimes skirting hamlets like this, and briefly wheedling a favor from the siblings' father, Akillios, in one of his drunken stupors, so they had a small off-the-beaten-path property to use for a while. Ah, Alecto, Amycus…

…ah, of course.

It comes to Thorfinn in the wee hours, when they travel by starlight and are accompanied by the sounds of small creatures and insects still awake. He clears his throat. "Flora."

"Hmm?" She doesn't glance back at him.

Thorfinn walks beside her, then, and stares down at her. "I can help you rescue him."

Flora peeks up at him, but that sparkle in her eye isn't the reflection of a star. "So you've come around to my insane idea?"

He can hear the excitement in her tone, no matter how well she attempts to quash it. "Enough so that I'm willing to make you a blood oath," Thorfinn says.

Her eyes are round, but her brow pinches. Aha! She isn't familiar with the magic. "A…blood oath."

"I imagine you've debated trusting me much as I've debated trusting you these last several days."

She frowns.

"But a blood oath is as good as a promise. Better, really."

Flora drops her gaze to the sparse grass of the well-trod local path they walk. "Like—an Unbreakable Vow?"

He shakes his head. "No. Nothing quite so grim. No death involved."

Flora comes to a halt. "Tell me what I have to do."

Thorfinn smothers his smirk. Finally, something breaks his way. "Well, I know the spell, and we'll need a stone taken from flowing water. But you speak my given name, outline the oath's conditions, and ask if I swear the oath. Then I accept."

Her rigid posture relaxes. "That doesn't sound so bad. I'm a little surprised I never heard of it in school, although the term certainly it off-putting."

Thorfinn shrugs. "Anything with 'blood' or 'dark' typically is in that blasted place." He sets the pace now, pricking up his ears for animal noises. They grow larger off to the pair's right, so there must be water not far from here.

Flora's silence is easier to handle this time, possibly because Thorfinn is busy planning his duplicity, and she assists him in searching for a worthy, flat stone. Thorfinn finds one in the end, but Flora curiously watches while he preps their ceremonial tool. At the same time, he informs her of the literal blood exchange coming next. Flora doesn't even bat an eyelash.

"You are quite the unexpected one, Flora Carrow," he remarks when everything is set.

Flora actually preens, taking it as a compliment. Then she holds out her left hand.

Thorfinn considers his left palm. He prefers it this way, too; he carries Alecto and Amycus in his right, so this new oath with Flora ought to be made with his left. The incisions are short and sharp, just below their thumbs. With their hands clasped, Thorfinn points his wand at their unity and mumbles, "Veritate Sanguinem."

The familiar crimson light burns bright in the dead of night and becomes almost too hard to behold as it pulses and brightens. Flora's panic flashes across her features.

But Thorfinn nods her on.

She visibly swallows. "Thorfinn, with this oath, you promise to risk your neck and to do everything possible to get Amycus—"

"—and Alecto," he interjects. He doesn't know if the magic will accept his interruption or if Flora will add it, but he has to try. He has to make this old magic work for him.

Her grip on his hand tightens. Oh, she's mad…! "—out of Azkaban. Do you swear this oath?"

"I swear our oath, Flora." One final change, just in case the magic doubts the inclusion of his clause as well as hers.

The magic burns bright and hot, sealing over the fresh wounds. Flora releases his hand, and she scowls at him.

But Thorfinn doesn't think twice about it, really, because he knows you can't have one without the other—the Carrow siblings come as a set, and Alecto and Amycus truly wouldn't have it any other way.

And now we see the blood oath in its entirety, incantation included! The spell, Veritate Sanguinem, is just the Latin literally for "truth blood" (using online dictionaries, *lol*); you'll see why soon enough… And some hcs I developed for the Cruciatus Curse—that was an unexpected nod to at last, with you, truth be told. But if you want the full backstory for Floramycus, then I encourage you to read "bad blood," btw.

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this! (You know you're curious to see how the oath will behave~)

~mew

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Drabble: The Flames that Block the Way

{finally felt a bit of writing muse hit me so time to actually get an old plot bunny in my head moving again}

OST: Explorator

“...We made it.” there was just silence, at least outward as Matt stood before the entrance. After all that work, he had finally reached where he was planning to go, the 0th city; Ishana. His journey to reunite with someone lost to the world, but not to time... He’d recount it many times in his head. Even with the other factors out to hinder him... That blonde mage, Acht being one such person trying to make him fall astray of his path. “(Kid, don’t get careless... We were able to get here, but its likely if that chick’s trying to get you off this path, either there’s something she didn’t want you to see, or there’s something even you can’t fight off alone...)” Yuugan would lightly chide him as Matt would silently walk through the empty corridor, it was like walking through a library, with all the bookshelves towering higher than even skyscrapers.

“(I’ll be fine, Yuugan. It’s not like Samui’s got surveillance spells here...)” Matt would take a cursory glance to the sides, and then above... Nothing he could hide from for certain. “(Besides... I got something specially made incase Seven greets us personally... Kurou was able to pass on one of his more readily available spells to me a while back.)”

“(Really? Which one?)”

“(It’s a surpri--)” Matt’s train of thought stopped as he went through the door and saw... Something he wasn’t expecting... Well all right, less so wasn’t expecting, moreso was hoping not to see.

OST: Walpurgisnacht

Standing tall in a room of crimson flames... Well it would be inaccurate to call it a room and more like an ancient nightmare made manifest.

“This is... The Phantom Field that...” Matt felt his voice trembling at the sight. While not from this possibility, he had known it was mentioned... And he’s seen it for himself.

“(Get a GRIP, kid! This isn’t a dream, and that thing’s not even noticed we walked in, yet!)”

“(But--)”

“(Save the potential hopes for your lost girl after we get out of this alive...!)”

There was a bit of pouting as he’d scan the room... How Seven was able to make a room like this was a whole other story... Wasn’t he an ice mage, too?! His train of thought was interrupted when the massive hulking demon would slam its fist into the ground near the brunet mercenary, who was prompted to dodge.

“Wonderful... All right pal, I could care less what Seven did to get your help, but I’m not doing this for revenge...!”

“Then what is it you desire...” there was another voice, someone who rested atop the demon’s shoulder.

“It’s rude to make a lady wait...”

“!?!?!?!?” Matt was at a loss for words-- but thankfully, Yuugan was able to pick up the pace while his ‘host’ was losing it.

“All right, I could care less if you’re ‘Koa’, ‘Phantom’, or whatever you’re deciding to call yourself... You’re not the chick he fell for, are you?”

“(YUUGAN THAT’S--)”

“(It’s not her... It’s the legitimate Nine.... How the fuck did Samui find a way to reach this one?! Is he trying to put you through the personal hell of fighting a different version of a loved one?!)”

There’d be no time to speculate as the demon would roar. With a fire spell being flung their way.

“I see you got your head on straight, makes for an easier time snapping it in two.”

“You don’t care us... You’re just a ghost of a past long gone. A future not belonging to this world.”

“AND MOREOVER, YOU’RE TOYING WITH THE HEART OF SOMEONE SHE HOLDS DEAR. I will break us out of this nightmare...!”

Even if he couldn’t see it.. Yuugan would feel Matt would smile at those words.

“Famous last words... When I’m through with you, I’ll put your host through his paces next! Don’t disappoint me!”

-TO BE CONTINUED-

#drabble #actually playing centralfiction has made me want to finally make a continuation in the ishana restoration timeline #and contrary to what one may believe this is actually an illusion based on CF/Canon!Nine #also finally got a new faceclaim for yuugan in the interrim since in a way he's trying to be more human than weapon

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capybira · 2 years

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drunk words, sober thoughts

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carlos madrigal x gender neutral reader

summary: carlos gets drunk at a party and shares a moment with y/n

genre: fluff?? kinda??

NOT BETA READ

WARNINGS: mentions of nsfw (no lemon/smut), getting drunk

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COLOOOOOOMBIA ENCANTO!!

Music rang through your ears as you and Miarabel moved your body to the beat. The Madrigals have held another party, and you were having fun, as usual.

You and Mira were having fun, holding each other by the hand and shimmying around, enjoying the lively atmosphere, when a pelican randomly flew down from the open ceiling (imagine if casita opened it’s casitussy okay it’s an open ceiling because i said so) and landed on Mira’s shoulder.

‘That’s my cue! Sorry y/n, Antonio needs me.’ Mirabel smiled apologetically. You nodded a ‘no problem’ and waved goodbye to her as she hurriedly followed the pelican, squeezing through crowds of people to find her cousin and do whatever he needed help with.

Alone on the dance floor, you decided to check out some refreshments and snacks. Dinner was an hour or two ago and you’ve been dancing ever since, you need a few power snacks and a couple drinks to keep you through the night.

You rocked your hips to the beat, smoothly shuffling towards the kitchen so you wouldn’t catch too many people’s attention while they were dancing. Walking amongst a whole herd of dancing people is weird and awkward.

A colourful punch fountain was on the kitchen table, along with plastic cups. Casita greeted you by moving a few times on the counter, welcoming your presence. Thirsty from all the dancing, you decided to help yourself. Grabbing a red plastic cup, you tilted the opening towards the punch fountain and the colourful juice poured heavily into your cup like a river. You were about to take a long awaited sip when you heard a tiny hiccup from behind you.

You turned around to a red-faced Carlos.The top three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, and his maroon rauna is now dyed an ugly yellow due to the amount of drinks he’s probably drank throughout the night. He’s drunk.

‘H-hey y/n.’ He hiccuped, flashing you a dorky smile. He is definitely not himself. ‘Dios mio Carlos, you’re drunker than a skunk.’

You’ve never seen Carlos Madrigal drunk before.

‘Whatchu u-up to?’ He hiccuped again, accompanied with a loud burp which made you visibly cringe. His face was red from all the alcohol he drank. His curls were messy, and he couldn’t even stand straight. Carlos’ legs were wobbly even though he’s standing still. The only thing keeping him from not toppling down is casita using its floor tiles to nudge his shoes and keeping him balanced on the ground.

Carlos had a cup in one hand, and beverage stains all over his garments. It was a horrid sight, but you had to admit it was kind of cute. The way he hiccuped and tried to focus while talking to but failing miserably made your heart- If Abuela saw this she’s going to MURDER him.

Carlos was about to take another sip of whatever he had in the plastic cup, but you quickly stopped him by standing on your tiptoes and snatching the drink from hand as he waved it higher so you wouldn’t be able to reach it. ‘Such a party-pooper y/n…’ he frowned, slurring his words as he tried to grab for his cup back which is now (thankfully) out of reach.

‘Carlos, that’s enough.’ you sighed as you threw the cup in the nearby bin. Even casita expressed disappointment , moving its window frames and expressing a frown.

‘Give me my d-drink backkkk y/nnnnn…’ Carlos whined, stumbling towards you. Lord, he’s so out of it. ‘You’ve had enough to drink tonight.’ you said firmly, frowning as you had one hand on his chest to prevent him from crashing onto you. ‘How did you even get alcohol anyway? I thought the Madrigals cared about their reputation so much they didn’t allow alcohol here.’

‘I m-met some pe-people.’ Carlos said in between a yawn and a hiccup at the same time. ‘They’re c-cool.’ Good lord. Thank god the kitchen was empty and no other guests were here. You prayed that Dolores wouldn’t hear all this and tell people. You didn’t want Carlos to get in trouble.

‘Getting drunk isn’t cool, Carlos.’ you furrowed your eyebrows. This was gonna take a while. ‘No y/n, you’re not cool. You’re stupid, give me my drink back this is so not cool!’ Carlos shook his head like a toddler, throwing a tantrum. This was hilarious, but also not since you knew he’d get in HUGE trouble with Abuela (and Pepa) if they found out their 17 year old son met some rookies and got drunk at a family party.

You decided to take matters to your own hands, pulling Carlos closer to you as you took his arm and hovered it over your shoulder. You placed your arm on top of his, and wrapped your other arm around his waist, steadying him as casita tried to help using the floor tiles.

‘Alright Madrigal time to get you to bed.’ You groaned, lifting him up slightly as you tried to walk him out of the kitchen and to his room. Carlos was taller than you, so it was no surprise that he was heavy. You grunted at his weight, maybe people are heavier when they’re drunk.

With the help of casita, you miraculously managed to help Carlos upstairs and nearly got to his room. Carlos kept losing his balance along the way, crumbling onto the floor like a sack of potatoes whenever you loosen your grip around his waist a little. The boy kept bumping into walls, giggling as he did so and purposely bumping into the opposite way as if they were trampolines.

‘A-lmost t-t-there-‘ you exhaled loudly. Carlos’ weight was really starting to dawn on you. Casita stopped helping you at one point. No surprise it was also sick of this bullshit. You were tired on one hand, but happy on the other since you get to be so close with Carlos. Your bodies were basically attached to each other throughout the entire process, as if playing some sort of three-legged-man game.

You never really thought about your feelings for Carlos until now. He’s always been a sadist, laughing at your misery and never opening up to anyone. This was the first time you’ve seen him so wild and free, as if his cold persona was just a mask and he took it off completely. And perhaps it was also his sadistic and cold personality that made you interested in him. But of course, you’d never tell him. He’d laugh and bully you for it. He’s teased you so many times about dumb things you’ve done, so it’s kind of fun to have some sort of blackmail material against him.

Lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t realise your grip on Carlos’ waist loosened again. He tripped all of a sudden, causing you to trip as well, both of you falling onto the floor, bodies colliding right in front of his room. Thank god you two were finally here. Now you can leave him alone and go back to the party-

Being on top of you, Carlos placed his palms firmly against the ground next to you and lifted himself up, arms wobbling as he did so. You were scared he was going to lose his balance and smush your chest, so you quickly steadied him with your arm. Your legs were in between his as he half-kneeled beside your thighs. You felt your face flushing red as his beer-filled breath exhaled onto you. It smelled disgusting, but Carlos being on top of you made up for it.

The light from his magic door allowed you to see his face clearer. Carlos had beads of sweat all over his forehead, and his messy hair was blocking half of his eye. His entire face dangled in front of yours, and you didn’t know how to react. He looked beautiful as ever, even when he was drunk as fuck.

‘Carlos… we’re already h-‘

You were cut off by Carlos slapping one hand onto your mouth, muffling your words. Now the upper part of his body was only balanced by his knees and one wobbly arm. This is dangerous.

‘You’re prettier when you stop talking, tonto.’ Carlos grinned smugly. Oh the things you’d do to slap that look off his fa-

Carlos took his hand off your mouth, sloppily brushing away strands of stray hair from your face, and cupped your cheek. It fit perfectly in his palm. Your heart was beating so fast at this point you thought you died and came back. This was reality and you couldn’t believe it, but you know Carlos was drunk and all of this meant nothing.

‘Carl-’

You were cut off by Carlos pressing his lips onto yours, the taste of bitterness reaching your tastebuds. So this is what alcohol tastes like. You stayed put, Carlos kissing you and borderline grinding on you with the lower half of his body. It felt good. It felt natural. You wanted this moment to last forever.

You don’t know what happened but the next thing you know, you and Carlos were making out. His kisses became more sloppy and aggressive, his groin continuously nudging onto your lower stomach. Your fingers were entangled in his hair, tugging it whenever you felt like doing so. His arm that originally kept him from falling onto you was now on the floor, interlocking his fingers with yours as his other hand continued to play with your hair and caressing your face softly yet aggressively.

You were getting into the makeout session as much as he is, touching tongues with him and enjoying every second, when you felt Carlos’ hand accidentally slipping through your shirt and gripping your bare waist, sending shivers down your spine. Savouring the moment for one last second, you hastily pulled away, turning your head to the other side so Carlos’ lips wouldn’t come in contact with yours. You saw at the corner of your eye that even he himself looked shocked, but the look on his face seemed to express satisfaction.

Seems like he was more sober after the so called ‘makeout session’, since he got off from you when you squirmed from underneath him. A blushing mess, you quickly helped yourself up from the floor, smoothing your clothes a little as you shoved Carlos into his room, shutting the door immediately. What the fuck just happened?

‘Y/n-‘

‘NO. We’ll talk about this never. Nope. Have a good night! Goodbye Carlos.’ you cut the boy off from the other side, rushing down stairs, still panting from the makeout session. You can’t believe you just did that. You can’t believe Carlos just did that. What’s worse is that you enjoyed it. Hopefully Dolores didn’t hear anything.

You rushed back downstairs and let out a sigh of relief as you saw a smiley Mirabel walking towards you, waving as you waved back.

‘H- Woah there y/n what happened to you?’ Mira cocked an eyebrow in amusement as she saw your messed up hair and crooked clothes. ‘Oh it was nothing, I just, um, got involved in an arm wrestling competition.’ You lied, laughing awkwardly while trying to comb your hair with your fingers. ‘I hate to do this Mira but I actually have to go, I’m drained.’ you smiled sadly. ‘No worries y/n, see you at school!’

You and Mirabel hugged each other goodbye as you quickly rushed out of the casita, avoiding everyone’s gaze. You can’t believe what happened tonight. Now you’re gonna have to deal with something worse than a tornado: your feelings for Carlos. But hey, at least you have something to blackmail him now.

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A/N: wow hello first fic on tumblr and it’s already spicy€*>*~¥|*\ i hope you liked this one, might write part 2. hopefully this reaches the correct audience🙏🏻

#carlos madrigal #carlos madrigal x reader #carlos madrigal x y/n #encanto #encanto x reader #encanto x y/n #encanto fluff #camilo madrigal #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo madrigal x y/n #fluffy #first fic #x reader #encanto imagines #disney #disney encanto #encanto carlos #carlos encanto #kiki’s kreations

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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The Eyes Are Lined

Summary: whilst on the last days of set of filming the show where he plays Tommy Lee, Sebastian is greeted with a surprise guest in his trailer, and he is certainly not going to be one to complain whence he’s gets a treat as sweet as you

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of phone sex, oral sex (male + female receiving), unprotected sex, penetrative sex, p in v, degradation, spanking, daddy kink, teasing, fingering, pet names

Word Count: 4133

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It fell from his lips as a relieved sigh, it had felt like forever since he had last seen you, and as he took in your form coiled in a baggy sweatshirt of his and hopefully nothing more, he was fast to close and lock the door behind himself. His tongue darted out to swipe the upon the underbite of his lip as he stepped slowly forwards in his adjourned flip flops, the wide shorts hanging off his legs. For this role he had very much diversified his appearance; lost weight, changed his hair, worn temporary tattoos - yet from the prowess that resonated through your eyes, nothing in the way of your attraction had changed.

“Sebba.” You greeted him with a wide smile, dismissing your phone that had been in your hand to the side of the couch, and crawling off the seat that you had taken up residence in. Instantly, your arms wrapped around his sleek torso, taking in the aroma of his deodorant that obliterated the senses through your nostrils. He pulled your face up with the grip of his heavy palm against your courteous cheek, as his breath fanned against the platter of your forehead.

“You’re here early, shooting doesn’t finish for another three days.” He stated, the grin that was tugging at his features clearly showing that he was anything but disappointed by your unspoken arrival. Tucking your arms to land around his waist like a belt that was enclosing him against you, you happily sighed, stroking your nose against the expanse of his bare chest that was beholden before you through the open curtains of his plain black hoodie. For a moment your eyes flickered down to the fake piercings that were strung like light fixtures from his nipples, watching as the silver metal beamed in contrast to the bulb that was fixed into the ceiling.

“I wanted to surprise you, it feels like forever since we were that close.” Was your confessing admission, as you pressed a warm kiss upon his revealed flesh, causing him to hum in acknowledgement of the amorous act. “Though I’m happy that god awful shadow is gone from your chin, if you want hair there then I suggest that you grow your beard back out.” You stroked your thumb over the crescent of his chin, running the pad through the indent as he inwardly cocked his brow, stiffening his jaw at your straight opinion.

“What’d you think of everything else? Be honest now darling.” He clicked his tongue, staring down at you with his smokily framed eyes, as you coiled back into your shoulders so that you could get a better overall viewpoint of him, as your hands descended to cupping the inward joints of his elbows. You balanced your weight on both of your feet, juggling between them to remain sturdy as you felt the mood in the trailer punctually shift, as though you were crossing through the mysterious channel that inhabited the Bermuda Triangle.

“Hmmm, well I’m rocking for the eyeliner, it really makes your eyes stand out more than they already do. And you know I’ve always been an absolute sucker for the longer hair, but I’m a sucker for you in general.” At that suggestive statement, you casted a sultry wink at him, hoping that he caught onto the act rather than thinking you had something entrapped in the perimeter of your eye. It was not dust that had clogged upon your pupil, instead it were lust, gripping onto the very image of him. It had been months, long ones at that since the pair of you had seen each other.

All the intimacy that your relationship confined in its long distance was dealt with over the phone, never once did the space that his work divulged the two of you apart make you feel lonely, he tried his utmost to ensure that you were comfortable even with miles for what seemed like an eternity separating you. The cellular contact that immersed your spare time furloughed for both late night calls that brought an innocent lovesick smile to resort upon the spectating image of your face that was reflected through the front camera of your phone, and sexual conducts that travelled across the countries that you were both in to bring you closer and alternatively higher together, in a blissful reunion that swamped your head with hyperactive hormones that followed after your mutual orgasms.

“Naughty.” He condoned you for your filthy innuendo, his hand cascading down the artwork of your body, and moving behind you, so that his fingertips were dancing upon the crown of your exempt ass cheek. “Guess all that time away has gotten you desperate for me, huh? Do you want to some sucking up to me? I’ve had a pretty hard day, and it would help me relieve a bunch of the stress that depends on these last few days. Not to mention I am so pent up from not seeing you all this time, it was practically torture honey bee, I’m not even sure how I survived.”

Dragging his head down to meet with your own, you pressed luscious and. Extended pecks onto his thin lips,having missed them covering every inch o your skin with the love that swelled in his chest and other places for you. “I don’t even know if you’ll last that long Bas, its been a certain while of you solely using your hand.” A giggle reaped from your throat as your hearing absorbed the gasp that slithered out of his mouth; he playfully pushed down upon the line of your shoulders, only enhancing your amusement by doing so. “So pushy.”

“That is right, and I will only get rougher with you the longer that it takes you to get down on your knees for me, so I would think logically. After all, after I completely wrap on this show, I’m going to have all the spare one in the world to put you in your little place and stop you from being a disobedient little brat.” It was a promise, he was threatening you in the most sexual way possible, and you’d be lying if you were to say that some aroused nectar hadn’t gathered in the passage that divided your highs down the middle. You gulped, intimacy written in every speck of your irises as you lowered yourself to be poised on your thighs, your face near the tent forming at his crotch.

The material of his shorts gathered with creases as his cock grew beneath the baggy subject that defined his legs that much more. A hand ravelled through your locks as you found yourself darting your tongue out to caress his legs, moving your muscle upwards as your hands teased the waistband of the barrier that prevented you from seeing all of him. “How much have you missed me baby, let daddy know.” Lightly, he begs to roll his hips forwards, pressing his erection teasingly against your face, and you were loving every second of it. His balls were pressing against your chin on every mimic forwards, and as you tried to speak, your voice was a tiny bit muffled by them.

“So much Sebby, I hated being apart from you.” You thought that would be a good enough answer, but as his fingers threaded further through your hair, a quiet yelp ejected from your throat as he strayed you head to be leant upwards so that you were gazing into his domineering eyes. That was when you realised that you must have made a mistake, but no matter what it was, it was much too late to take it back. Sexual fear paved through your gaze as you poured, wanting nothing to get back to your journey of duty which was to suck his cock, however, you could not continue if Sebastian had other things, such as whatever you had done so wrongly plaguing his mind.

“Bitch no cause why did you pronounce my name wrong? It begins with your favourite letter; a D, remember? And now I’m not even sure that you deserve my D. Right now I am not your Sebastian, what am I little girl?” He growled down at you, his toes rigidly curling in the open toed shoes that he were sporting, his hand remaining tangled in your hair.

“Daddy.” You tried not to sob out of dismissal, and instead expedited for apologising to refrain from angering him any further. “I’m so sorry daddy, I’ll do anything. Anything to make it up to you, please, I’ll never make that mistake again.” Unless it was not in this scenario of course, the pebbles of your tears brought a vivid richness and innocence upon your face, as though you were pooling diamonds out of the windows of your explicit soul. And I’m return, you were met with the gift of Seb shoving his shorts to be draped over his feet, his cock playing the curve of a sail as it stiffened more so at the air that hit it.

“Are you wearing anything underneath that sweatshirt baby?” He enquired as his right hand held his length in hand, enclosing his fist around the warm flesh that was beading with visible emotion at the tip. It was as though a pearl was balancing on the sector of his slit, teasing you as you dryly licked your lips, wanting nothing more than to ingest that into your body. To answer his question, your hands toyed with the bottom of his clothing article, pulling it up so that he could see your bare abdomen, of which was dressed in nothing more than your flawless skin.

“No daddy, I’m not. Am I in more trouble for that?” You worried that you were, all that you had wanted to do was surprise him, and you felt yourself grow a little giddy as he slowly shook his head, and pull back the coat of his foreskin to flash off as much of his cock as possible. He was teasing you to the slyest of his abilities, he wanted to subject you into doing something against your better judgement, and you remained strong, no matter how much you wanted to coil your lips around the head of his member and take him as far as the hollow of your throat would naturally allow.

“No baby, imma let you off the hook for that because I haven’t seen you in so long and I know that pretty little cunt has missed me probably more than the rest of you, but don’t test me again angel, or on the plane home you’re gonna have to sit on a bag of ice.” A part of you wanted to smirk, to coyly piss him off to see if that perseverance were to be true, however if you knew Sebastian, and you knew him more than well, you wouldn’t put anything past him nor his motives. “Go on, I can see you practically drooling to take me in your mouth. Don’t tease or I’ll fuck your face; be a good girl would ya.”

You weren’t going to waste anymore time, for all that you aware, any one of the set assistants could take him away from you, and that possibility only fuelled your instincts further as you hovered your head away from his hand, that was now patting and gently playing with your locks instead of using them as a leash, and flickered your tongue out to swipe that sample of precum and swallow it without hesitation. Before your mind could comprehend it, your body had already taken the next steps forwards and started to swallow down his member, your lashes fluttering closed as you hummed, sending a rhythm through Sebastian’s body of which made him cuss.

He was looking through half lidded eyes, almost shutting them, though stopping from doing so when he noticed your hand creep down the smooth skin of your thigh, and pry at your own folds. He was going to reprimand you for being so confident that you weren’t going to get caught doing something that was so ludicrous, but he decided that he were to allow you to continue for a moment. If he made a scene after revelling in his own pleasure, then you would be more compliant with whichever punishment that he nailed you down with. The tips of your digits quivered around your lips, before sinking within your walls and the rest of your palm cupped your pussy.

It made more sense now you were moaning against him, for not only the taste of him that hung heavily on your tongue, but from the slip of power that you thought you had over him, even if it be cloaked in secrecy. As he thought more of that, he found himself starting to fume with an underlining of rage, his fists stiffened at his sides as he exhaled through a combination of the sensations rippling beneath his skin. It was a combination of brewing disappointment and foreseen arousal; his veins burned with both, turning his blood warm and drumming his brain with one thing - it were his birthright to make you submit before him.

And though you were positioned in front of him, cast to your knees as you worked on his hard cock with your heavenly mouth, your mind had slithered away from the laws that you were supposed to obey as you fingered yourself against and without his jurisdiction. To retain from speaking out just yet Seb put the pressure of his front teeth down upon his bottom lip, as he tuned his ears on the sounds of your mouth i taking his cock and slathering it with the natural lubricant of your saliva, and if he paid enough attention, the sound of your nimble fingers darting in and out of your entrance was echoed through the slick that was provided from your hormonal body, that coated your fingers and glistened underneath the lighting.

As he felt a spark approaching through the intermissions of his pleasured body, he found it to be best to direct you away, and exhibit distance despite having forgone with that flow for the time space that you hadn’t seen each other in. And thus he gently stepped back, allowing his cock to fall past your lips and a string of spit to be the only thing connecting you to it. It was an instinct for you to whine as you watched him take his cock back into his hand, giving himself a couple of easing tugs to cool himself down from his ruined orgasm.

And that was when all prevailed in realisation for you, that he continued to ogle at you from above as your index and middle fingers on your right hand remained inside of your cunt, and as your mind sparked some sense back into it, you instantly removed them despite the emptiness that attained within that area. Your eyes remained wide as you watched with caution as Seb took it upon himself to take a seat on the sofa that was below the blind strung window of his trailer, his hand temptingly patting his thick thighs as a means to convince you to move closer.

“Get up here you deviant minx.” It was not a sweet gesture that he were offering you, no, instead you were getting punished despite evading such a fate earlier on. Pushing yourself up from your knees, you went to lay yourself against him homely lap, however as you went to do so, he tugged at the sweatshirt that compiled a flush of heat against your addictive body, pulling it up a few inches to send you the message. Once you had completely removed the appeared and were dressed to the eye in nothing more than your naked flesh, that was when Sebastian allowed you to continue laying your stomach across his legs, as your own legs and breasts were draped either side of them.

His rough fingertips caressed the muscles of your back, making them twitch from rugged anticipation. They descended lower as he dug his knee into your ribs, enjoying the way that your breath hitched. “You know the rules angel, you don’t touch without permission, and yet you did. Do you have anything to say for yourself before I bruise this beautiful ass red and blue?” The worst thing was you could imagine how your cheeks would look all bruised up from the harsh strokes from his commanding hands; it had happened before and each and every time you’d tell yourself that it’d never happen again, that you’d avoid such intimate brutality because you’d behave.

But you both knew better than to trust those empty promises that wailed from your desperate throat as you were subjected to a pain that made your mind hazy and your throat parched. “No daddy, just that I’m sorry.” A yelp quickly followed after as he collided his hand down upon the fat of your behind, your entire body jolting as you shakily inhaled, knowing that in a few minutes that you’d get used to the pain and find it less surprising. The first strike was always the worst, and as another clapped down, followed by more and more, tears reigned the paving of your face as they spilt down your cheeks.

Your apology was simply a waver in the air, it did nothing other than tell him something that he’d heard a million times by this point. And when nothing added to the soreness of your bosom, you swore that you were in heaven, it continued to sting though as relief washed over your aura, and your lashes flickered through the fallen tears, slowly drying from the sobbing that they had commenced. “You took that well, okay.” Seb breathed, beginning to softly stroke your ass which made you whimper from the feather light pressure that digressed against the impact he had prohibited you to dwindle in. “I’m gonna reward you, think you can turn over baby?”

He slipped out from beneath you, allowing you to remain on your stomach for the moment until you had finally came up with your decision. You wriggled a little, stretching your toes as you hummed in reply and switched, despite the searing conundrum that resorted favour over your backside, onto the polar of your position, only to find your lover of whom was in control crawling towards you, the rings around his eyes looking sinful as he stared at your naked body as though you were his prey. His hands began to reel up your legs, coercing you into squirming against the cushioning that was managing to keep you at the same physical level as him, though the same couldn’t be said for the mental premise that rendered in interference of your relationship.

Hot air brushed upon your mound as he pressed a kiss to the hill that lead to the lake that was fawning at his close proximity, waves crashing and glistening to appeal to his ocean eyes. “Daddy, can you please do something?” A grunt differed from his throat as he inhaled the sea salt that subordinated his nose to the all natural scent, all before he nipped at the inside of your thigh before delving his face between the tightened proximity, sealing his mouth around your sensitive bud as he mumbled moans against your reactive flesh, earning himself a deeper invasion as you rutted your hips up to his face.

Sebastian Stan was a man of many talents; he could clearly mimic anyone that a script needed him to, but the one thing that he was truly magical at was using his mouth. It was a skill set that made you mercilessly comply to him, it was his superpower, which was indeed ironic considering that he played a hero in one of the world’s biggest franchises known to cinema. He raised his hands to grasp at your own as he trailed them into his strongly pigmented hair, giving you permission to ravel your hands through his straight hair, and feel the smooth sheen against the judge of your skin. You liked it, as you knew that you would.

Using his tongue, he pried at your entrance, sinking it within you as he began to shake his unruly head, extracting small screams from your throat as you became victim to his plentiful evidence of love. Your chest raised out in the air as your eyes rolled back, and a tweak pulled at your clit once more, and looking down, it revealed that it were your beloved tugging at the button with his teeth, as he gouged your reaction. When you reached your orgasm, he dived head first back into your emptying cavern, cleansing all that he had subdued from your body via his amazingly versed and performed sentiment.

“Taste so fucking good baby.” To prove his point, he clambered above you, slipping his lips against your own as he swabbed your tongue with his own, sharing your own juices so that you could feel them balance on your taste buds. His hand ran down your body as he pinched your hardened nipples, earning himself a withered and high pitched sigh from your mouth as he pulled away from the kiss. “Think you for another one in you angel? Daddy wants to fuck this sweet pussy, you okay with that?” A dazed nod gave him permission, though he grasped your jaw with his strong hand as he ensured that you stared back at him. “I need to hear you.”

“Yes, want your cock in me daddy. Always do.” A content smile used your mouth as it’s efficient puppet as he held onto his cock, and teased it around your folds, wetting his foreskin and other areas to make it more pleasurable for the both of you when he went to push in. And when he did, you felt like you had died and gone to heaven, it made you wonder how you ever survived going months without his touch, in any which way. Your hands held onto his hips as you steadied his weight, silently giving him the okay to start moving, and he did, he sunk within your cavernous walls, only to pull back and repeat the action. “Seb.” You breathed the shortened version of his name, the hot air leaving your mouth hitting his shoulder as he panted beside your face, his nose dragging up your cheek as you ran your hand down, cupping his balls and stroking them with the tender contact of your thumb.

For once under these circumstances, he did not shun you for saying his true name, instead he was too busy with the maddening rush that flew through his body as he fornicated with you. His pace increased, provoking the sound of flesh slapping upon flesh in the air as your thighs and hips clashed, amongst other parts. “Fuck sugar, ya close?” He asked you hurriedly, his forehead scrunching up as he felt immense pleasure as your cunt clenched around him, using his leverage to play with your clit once more. You ravenously nodded your head, dragging your nails over his body as you tried to jut your body up against his, chasing the approaching high which ultimately had you slumping against the cushions as he continued to pummel your body with his delivering thrusts.

“Shit.” He almost shouted, a soothing buzz ongoing in his body as he released his seed within you, you being able to feel every drop even after he pulled out and rolled to lay beside you, tugging you to be laying on his chest, neither of you caring for the cum that was escaping from your entrance that also happened to be the exit. “Why you laughing at me angel face?” Sebastian queried as he heard your cheeky sounds of amusement, a grin ruining the formation of his rocker disguise.

“You’re eyeliner’s all smudged.” You laughed, running the pad of your thumb beneath his eye and in the crows feet that dipped below, blending it further into his skin and giving it a grey hue to its ebony gradient. “You still look hot though.” You shrugged, nestling your head deeper into his chest, finally relieved that you and Sebastian were in the same place at the same time again.

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plentyoffandoms · 2 years

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Lie About Us (Part 12)

Daniel Garcia x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

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Warnings: Some swearing. Angst. Mentions death

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Summary: F/Reader is the daughter of Jon Moxley & starts to date Daniel Garcia. The only problem is, she hasn't told her father.

Jon Moxley's POV:

I watched everything on the TV in the back. Completely ignoring everyone around me as I watched my daughter become engaged to the Father of her child.

The man who has been a thorn in my side since the moment he came here. The little shit who had finally accomplished the one thing I never thought was possible.

My daughter being taken away from me.

"Congratulations Father of the Bride." Chris said to me. I just grunted at him and he looked at me with a confused expression on his face.

"Ignore him. He is just pissed. He will get over it soon." Eddie said with a fake laugh as he nudged my shoulder with his.

I walked away from my friends and co-workers as they kept congratulating me.

I found myself in an empty room where I can let out my frustrations. I started to scream and shout out whatever was flying out of my mouth.

Not giving a shit if people could hear me. I found myself punching the wall a few times.

"Dad?" I heard YN from the door. I turned around quickly and looked at her standing there, with her hands on her stomach and a perplexed look on her beautiful face.

"Are you hurt? What happened?" She walked towards me with her hand out as she went to look at my hand. It wouldn't be the first time she has taken care of me, but I wretched my arm back so she couldn't touch me.

"Get out YN."

"But Dad, you're hurt. I want to help you."

"If you want to help me, then get the fuck away from me."

"Dad, what has gotten into you? Please talk to me. We were doing so good." Her lip quivered as she spoke.

"You are not allowed to marry him."

"Pardon me? I am old enough to make my own decisions."

"I am your father and," but she interrupted me.

"So what is your point? Yes, you are my Dad but that does not give you the right to tell me what to do with my life." YN calmly said to me.

"If I looked at you and asked you not to date Renee would you have listened to me?"

"That is different and you know it is YN."

"How so? She was a woman I did not know and you brought her into my life. I learned to accept her and love her."

"I will not like Daniel."

"Then this conversation is done. He has done everything for us. He loves me for me. Not because I am your daughter. He wants you to be apart of our child's life just as much I want you too. I want our son to grow up with his Grandpa Jon, Grandma Renee and Aunt Nora who will be more like a cousin than an Aunt."

She took a deep breath and looked straight into my eyes.

"I want you to walk me down the aisle towards the man I love infront of our friends and family."

"He is taking you away from me."

YN's POV:

There it is. The whole reason for this shitshow.

"He isn't taking me away from you."

"You moved to Buffalo to be with him."

"And you moved and went to rehab Dad. I had to find out through social media. You know how awkward it is when people tag you in posts asking if this is true and you have no idea what the hell is going on."

"Princess," He tried to say but I didn't let him finish.

"I have always tried to do everything right for your best interest. I never went out of my way to do anything bad because it would look bad on you and this whole profession. I never once complained that I spent my weekends going to different shows when I wanted to just be at home. I never once complained when my birthdays were cancelled because you had to be somewhere."

My voice was getting higher and higher at this point.

"I never said a fucking word when you missed my highschool graduation and it was only Renee there. Or my college graduation."

I was poking his chest now as the angry tears were streaming down my face.

"Every dinner you missed. Every day we had planned, I never complained to you but you have the audacity to start trying to tell me what to do now, when I am a grown up and starting a family with Daniel."

I winced as another cramp came on. This has been happening for hours now. After this I am going to go to the ER because I do not think these are Braxton-Hicks.

"You watch how you talk to me YN."

"Or what? You going to ground me? Lock your pregnant daughter in here." I hissed through my teeth.

I felt a gush of liquid between my legs and I looked down.

"Is that what I think it is?" My Dad asked as he looked down.

"Not like it matters to you, but yes." An intense contraction hit and I cried out, bending over, trying to remember to breath.

"Let me help you." He tried to grab my arm but I just moved it out of his reach.

"I don't want your help. I don't want it." I said as stood up and walked as best as I could to go and find Daniel.

"YN,"

"Just stop it Dad. Please. I can't take it anymore. I can't walk on egg shells around you anymore. Never knowing when we are going to fight."

"YN, you don't mean that." He said as he ran to be by my side.

"Goodbye Jon."

Daniel Garcia's POV:

I saw YN walking towards me and then she stopped and I saw her face scrunch up in pain and then the scream left her mouth.

That had every single person turning their heads to look at her. I ran to her side, wrapping my arm around her waist and had her lean against me.

"Time?" All she could do was nod her head yes.

"Okay baby. I got you. Let's go have our son."

People were moving out of the way or asking if we needed any help. I threw my keys at Britt and she ran ahead to bring the car to us.

Kris helped me get YN into the car as the ground is too icy for my liking and the contractions kept coming.

"See you later Mom and Dad." Britt said as I got in the front seat.

"I'll message you guys. Just let the others know." I said to the two of them.

"Let's go Daniel." YN said as another contraction hit her.

"Don't worry baby. Soon we will have our son with us." I said to her as we drove off.

17 hours of labour and my girl is doing such an amazing job. Do I feel like my hands are broken? Yes.

But am I going to complain? No because she is pushing our child into the world.

"Almost there YN. Just a few more." Our Doctor said to her.

"I'm so tired. I can't do this anymore." YN cried out.

"Just one more big push and he will be here love." I said to her as I kissed her temple.

YN took another deep breath and pushed with everything she had. The first cries of our son brought tears to my eyes.

"Congratulations you two, it is a baby boy." He was handed to the nurse who went to check him over to make sure everything was okay.

"You did great YN." The Doctor said. "Now we just have to," but the beeping started. I felt her hand go limp in mine.

"YN? YN?"

"Get him out of here."

"Come on Dad, just step into the hall." One of the nurses said as she tried to get me to leave the room and was blocking the view of YN.

"No."

"You have to leave." I was told as I tried to turn around to be by her side.

"But YN,"

"She is in good hands."

But then I heard it. I heard it. The noise that I have heard on TV shows and in movies. The noise that has me screaming out her name.

She flatlined.

This can't be happening. We just got engaged. Our son was born. We were going to spend our lives together.

I crumbled to the floor, not caring who saw me. Two of the nurses had to lift me up and almost drag me out of the room.

They placed me on a chair and ran back into the room.

I have to call someone. I can't be here by myself.

The phone rang and rang and went straight to her voicemail. I couldn't leave this type of news as a voicemail.

"Daniel?" I saw a nurse walking towards me, holding our son in her arms.

"Want to meet your son?" I wiped away the tears and said yes. He placed him in my arms and made sure I was holding him correctly.

"What's his name?"

"We haven't decided on it. YN," I took a deep breath to gather myself before I continued speaking

"YN said we would know when he came out. That the name will just come to us."

The nurse left with our son not long after that. Probably to go and feed him or lay him down.

The tears fell freely down my face. This doesn't seem real. One minute she was fine. She was fine!

I wanted to scream and let out all my pain, but then I felt my phone vibrate. I looked at the name and answered it quickly.

"Daniel, is everything okay? You didn't leave a message."

"Renee..." My voice trailed off.

"Eddie called and YN went into labor."

"Renee, YN flatlined. They are still working on her." Silence.

Jon Moxley's POV:

I just got home as I heard the scream coming from our bedroom. I dropped the groceries and ran to see my wife on the floor, her body shaking and her saying no over and over again.

"Renee, what's wrong baby?" She handed me the phone.

"Hello?" I asked, confused.

"Jon." I almost snarled at his voice but I stopped myself.

"What did you say to my wife?"

"Jon, it's YN."

"Go on."

"She just finished giving birth to our son and she oh God, she flatlined Jon."

The last thing I saw was my wife crying and screaming and then it was black.

Part 13

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Insatiable. ( Jungkook x OC)

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x OC

Rating 18+

Genre : Vampire Au!!!! , DILF! Jungkook ! Bodyguard AU! Babysitter OC! Age difference!!! [ bet you’ve never seen all of this in one fic before? ]

[ Some notes : Born Vampires stop aging when they turn twenty five. Turned vampires stop aging when they’re turned. ]

Summary :

21 year old Hwang Sera is sick of being the only human in an entire clan of vampires. As an immortal human from one of the oldest bloodlines, she is a catch. The Vampire she marries would essentially be indestructible.

Which makes her an easy target for greedy vampires everywhere.

Determined to keep his precious daughter safe, her father hires an old friend , Jeon Jungkook as her full time bodyguard.

Jungkook is 35 years old ( well technically 576 years old ) , father to an adorable five year old kid and he has zero tolerance for Sera and her teenage shenanigans. But , he needs the money and he knows his son would be safe in the Hwang clan’s massive mansion.

And suddenly, after years of despising vampires, all Sera can think about is getting into the gorgeous vampire’s bed and maybe into his heart.

Chapter 1

“He’s so hot.” My sister sighed for the seventeenth time and I glared at her.

“He’s mine. Back the fuck off.” I bared my non existent fangs at her and she retaliated by showing off her own inch long fangs, eyes flashing ruby red in the confines of our huge sprawling bedroom.

The man in question, my sparkling new bodyguard wasn’t here now. He was downstairs at the party, being introduced to the others as the latest addition to our clan.

My mouth watered when I remembered his gorgeous, handsome face. And that body , God.

Sculpted by some higher being who wanted to show off, for sure.

I had never given much thought to losing my virginity. It certainly wasn’t by design that I hadn’t had sex yet but looking at Jeon Jungkook in a fitted black suit, midnight black hair falling into his lovely red eyes and those delicious muscles.....

I kind of believed in fate now.

This was why I’d always been repulsed by the vampires who courted me.

Because Jeon Jungkook had been out there, waiting for me.

And now fate had brought him here and he was going to be mine.

I stumbled over a stray bra, nearly face planting onto the floor .

God, i hated how messy Somi was but I was also eternally grateful that she had skipped out on the party tonight, volunteering to help me with the kids.

I ran a daycare in one of the larger cottages in the estate, keeping the little fanged devils in check while the parents went about their daily lives. On nights like this, when my father hosted guests from every clan in the country for one of his lavish parties, there was always a whole bunch of bite-happy toddlers in need of supervision.

Enter me.

I loved babies. I’d always loved them. They were adorable. And after three years of school , I was finally, officially qualified in caring for them.

Oh and by the way did i tell you that Jungkook had a son? Jeon Joowon was possibly the cutest five year old I’d ever seen and yes I was a little biased but that was okay. I was going to be the kids step mom , after all.

Listen, don’t look at me like that, I just really want to be with Jungkook okay?

I tripped over the same bra when turning back around and I swore.

Focus, Sera. You can day dream about hot vampire daddy later.

“ Why do you have to throw your shit all over the place like this? “ I whined, grabbing the offensive piece of fabric and tossing it at her. She caught is so fast I went a little cross eyed. My sister never missed an opportunity to show off her super-saiyan, vampire powers. That made her a crowd favorite with the toddlers and younglings .

“I still don’t think your choice of a career is smart. These fanged little beasts are impossible to control... ” She commented mildly, watching me stuff two whole cartons of baby wipes into the huge backpack I had propped against the bed. I’d forgotten to restock the day care with wet wipes and it was sheer luck that I had a pair of them lying around my room.

The very idea of entering a room full of babies and toddlers without baby wipes, made me shudder.

“Listen, they’re absolute angels when you listen to what they’re saying. Just because babies can’t talk doesn’t mean they don’t have preferences. All you really need to do is find out what each kid likes and help them feel comfortable -”

“Please stop.” She rolled her eyes and I glared at her.

“I’m a little thirsty. Can i have a sip..” She said softly and I frowned.

“You haven’t drunk from me the entire day. Are you okay?” I held my wrist out.

She shrugged , grabbing my wrist and casually sinking her fangs into the vein . Pain bloomed, familiar and somehow comforting , replaced almost at once by the gentle numbing of her venom. She drank a little and pulled back soon after, linking the puncture wounds for good measure. I watched the skin knit itself together , whole and unmarred in no time.

Perks of being immortal.

The knock on the door made me jump.

“Ms Hwang?” Jungkook’s soft, husky voice came floating through the door and I grinned, cheeks aching with how wide my smile was.

“You look like a maniac. Stop smiling.” My sister looked a little alarmed and I struggled to rearrange my features. Sticking my tongue out at her, I grabbed my sweatshirt, slipping it overhead quickly. I glanced at the mirror, grimacing a bit.

Being with toddlers meant no make up or hair left free.... and so I had a messy top bun, and just lip gloss to look presentable. While the entire party teemed with gorgeous vampires in low cut gowns and blood red lips.

Ugh.

I grabbed the backpack and waved to Somi.

“Come as soon as you can alright?” I begged her and she waved me off.

I rushed to the door, throwing it open and smiling wide.

“Hi oppa.” I said cheerfully.

“I’m not your oppa.” Jungkook said automatically, barely glancing at me and instead reaching for the backpack. He directed me to the stairwell on the side, the one that led straight down to the ground floor and out into the gardens. He went in first and I followed him, climbing down carefully.

I sighed, taking in the mouth watering width of his shoulders, encased in a perfectly fitted jacket. He looked so handsome I wanted to cry. And although he’d been here for a whole week month now, I hadn’t managed to get into his good graces.

“What do I call you, then?” I made to hold his hand when we reached the end of the staircase but he shook my arm off at once.

Did I tell you that he really can’t stand me for some reason?

“As I’ve mentioned a dozen times already, Mr. Jeon would suffice.” He said shortly. He held the door leading out into the gardens open and I walked through.

“That makes you seem so old.” I grimaced, shaking my head and he gave me an amused look.

“I am 576 years old.” He deadpanned. The daycare cottage was just a five minute walk from the mansion and the pathway through the garden was absolutely beautiful, well lit and covered in the brightest flowers.

I waved off his excuse about his age.

“you don’t look a day over twenty five to me.” I said with a shrug. He shook his head, clearly too tired to carry the conversation on. We walked in silence and I felt incredibly content, just with him near.

And he was going to be by my side for the rest of our lives, I thought softly. I would make sure of it. I’d never felt this way about anyone. Jungkook was a good man , evident in literally everything he did. He was kind, an amazing father and such a gentleman that he made me melt.

Jungkook had been turned at the age of 35. And so he sailed through eternity with the gorgeous good looks of a mature , well kept man. His hair was thick, just a slight bit of grey peppering the edges and his features were sharp and well defined.

“Is Joowon in the daycare already?” I asked with a smile and he nodded curtly.

“He has Mr. Pepper with him. He refused to leave him behind. please just make sure he still has him with him when he leaves. He can’t fall asleep without the bunny “ He said softly and I felt my heart bloom ten sizes.

“Of course, I will -”

“Jungkook !!!” The shrill voice broke the stillness of the night like a hammer through a mirror.

I turned around with a frown only to be greeted by the sight of a very pretty, very tall vampire in a blood red bodycon dress and a neckline that plunged all the way to her belly button. She had ruby red lips, and well made eyes. Eyes that now flashed red , dilating as they ran up and down his body.

I felt myself clenching my fists.

“I’m getting late....we need to go, I grabbed his arm trying to tug him along but he didn’t budge. i glanced at his face and felt my heart shatter at the small smile playing around his lips.

“Helena..... Surprise seeing you here....” He drawled, voice so much deeper than usual and I bit my lips. They knew each other?

The vampire had reached us now and she gave me a disdainful smile.

“Who’s this?” She asked with a laugh, “ Are you babysitting now, Jeon?”

I bristled. To my utter chagrin, Jungkook laughed to.

“She’s the kid I’m watching. The Immortal human of the Hwang clan.” He intoned dully.

The lady’s brows went up in surprise.

“:The rumors are true, ....The Hwang clan’s hidden jewel.....with skin like the rarest pearl and eyes that steal souls. Fiercely guarded ...a beauty like no other.... I thought they were exaggerating, but I see they were not. . You’re exquisite.” She commented , seemingly genuine in the compliment as her eyes roved over my features.

“ Um.. thanks?” I shrugged, not particularly flattered by the extravagant description.

The poets in my clan tended to be a bit overdramatic at times.

. She laughed.

“Are you unavailable for the night, then Jeon?” She turned her flashing eyes on him .

My jaw nearly dropped.

Did this bitch really just proposition-

“Afraid so.... Raincheck?” Jungkook smiled wide and he looked so beautiful that I had to bit my lips to stop from moaning.

Helena waved softly, eyes shifting back to me.

“Be safe, little human. When the sun goes down, the ghouls come out to play.” She grinned wide, letting her fangs grow long, past her lower lip, eyes red and bloody.

I stared right back. She laughed and waved before floating away into the night.

Jungkook chuckled.

“You’re not intimidated by us, then.” He said mildly as we began walking again.

“I spent the entirety of my childhood playing with vampires. Do you really think they didn’t spend every waking hour trying to scare me to death?”

He gave me soft smile, and then went back to staring straight ahead.

I relaxed when the familiar cottage came into view, the sound of laughing kids reaching me.

I held my hand out for the backpack and Jungkook gave it to me.

“I’ll just check out the backyard and see if al the gates are secure and then I’ll be right outside the door, alright? Call out if you need me...” He said sharply

“Will you come even if I call you oppa?” I bit my lips, grinning and he flicked my nose.

“Behave.” He said shortly. I sighed.

“I’m not a kid, you know.” I said softly and he gave me a look.

“You are to me. Now get inside.”

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“There’s a monster behind the tree and I’m Hawkeye because I have the bow and arrow and Jieun is the princess.” Joowon said brightly, showing off the toy bow and arrow in his hand and I grinned, taking in his exquisite features. He looked strikingly like his father , except for the two adorable dimples that showed up everytime he smiled.

“That’s amazing... do you like fighting monsters?” I asked with a grin holding my arms out for him and he hugged me happily.

“Yes, I like fighting monsters and I like Mr. Pepper.” He waved the stuffed bunny in my face.

“Make sure you keep him safe, alright? “ I stroked the soft skin of the

“So what color does your daddy like?” I asked with a grin. I felt a sharp kick on my shin and I turned to my sister.

“Don’t use the fucking kid for your sinful aims, you dingbat!” She hissed and I glared at her.

“I did no such thing...I was just making conversation....” I hissed back.

“Dad likes black.” Joowon answered dutifully and I ruffled his hair. Jieun appeared then, having waited for her prince and gotten bored. She tugged on Joowon’s arm and I let him go, watching the two of them run off.

“Its only been a month, Sera.... I think you should tone down the infatuation. You know dad would never approve.” My sister said gently and I frowned.

“No he won’t, Dad loves me , he wants me to be happy.” I said shortly.

“Yes, but not with Jungkook. He’s a rogue vampire. He doesn’t have a clan. He has a kid ...”

“An angel of a kid...”

“he has a kid whose mother he had to kill because she was a bloodthirsty witch.”

i stared at my sister feeling anger build inside me.

“What does any of that have to do with how I feel about him?” I demanded , moving to stop one of the littles from tripping over a stray rubik’s cube.

“ You’re special. You’re being courted by some of the richest, most powerful vampires in the country and you want to go after the rogue , broke vampire who’s only here because he needs the money and the safety of our clan?”

“I’m not having this conversation with you.” I said firmly.

Somi sighed.

“I’m just saying. Don’t be so blatantly open about your feelings. You’ll be putting a target on Jungkook’s back.”

I exhaled sharply.

“If anyone tries to hurt him, they die.” I said softly.

Somi chuckled.

“I know.... but still, he’s not looking for trouble. Don’t bring it to his doorstep.”

I didn’t reply, moving quickly to the other side of the room.

the words left a bitter taste on my tongue.

Mostly because my sister was right.

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i stared at the tall strapping vampire, trying to comprehend what I was hearing.

“What do you mean he isn’t here for the night?” I demanded.

“He’s a little tired. He told me had a little too much to drink and he wants to sleep it off. I’ll be here instead ... Just for tonight.” He tried to smile reassuringly and I was momentarily distracted by very deep dimples but I could feel myself fuming.

“and he didn’t think of saying that to me himself? He had to run off while i was closing up the cottage?” I glared.

The Vampire chuckled.

“He told me you might protest.”

“Of course i protest, I feel safer with him...” I said sharply.

The Vampire gave me a deep sigh.

“I’ve been doing this for three centuries, Miss Hwang. You’re definitely safe with me.” He bowed his head.

“What’s your name?” I demanded.

“Kim Namjoon.”

“Fine , Kim Namjoon ssi.... Let’s go. “

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Giving Namjoon the slip was a lot easier than I thought. I waited for him to greet my great uncle, and slipped between two waiters carrying blood cocktails and weaved into the crowd easily.

Jungkook’s bedroom was next to mine and it took me less than a minute to race up the stairs and to his room.

i banged on the door , determined to see for myself just how drunk he’d gotten.

The door opened and i took a deep breath.

“How dare you leave me-”

I froze when I realized that he was shirtless, fresh out of the shower. Water dripped down his torso , like little starbursts of liquid light and my mouth went dry. I swallowed, staring at the tightly packed abs, the dip of his v line as it disappeared into a fluffy white towel.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He growled angrily.

My eyes flew to meet his and then my gaze caught something red on his bed and I peered over his shoulder.

Pain lanced through my heart so sharp that I felt like I’d taken a fucking brick to my chest.

The sight of Helena, naked except for a red bra, stretched out on his bed got burned into my brain and I choked.

“You-” I began but he grabbed my arm, so hard that I knew I would bruise. He yanked me away from the threshold of his room, dragging me to the middle of the hallway as he slammed the door to his room shut.

“Where the fuck is Namjoon?”

“You ditched me to get laid? “ I hissed in disbelief.

“I can’t fucking believe you’re doing this-”

“Is she your girlfriend-”

“Sera-” he shook me again but I refused to back down. I had to know.

“Are you in love with her?!!!” I demanded, my heart breaking .

Jungkook growled.

“It’s none of your damned business!!” He snapped angrily .

“It is !!” I said shrilly.

“Why on earth-”

“Because I’m in love with you!!” I shouted and he froze.

He let go of me like he’d been burned and stepped back, staring at me wide eyed,.

“What did you just say?” He demanded.

“I want you. I want you to court me-”

“Sera stop.” He said sharply

“I’m not joking...I like you and-”

“Shut up.” He growled, his voice shaking.

I swallowed.

“If you say something as asinine as that to me , ever again... I will make you regret it. ” He warned softly.

I felt my heart jerk in panic.

“Jungkook-”

“It’s Mr. Jeon to you!!!” He growled.

I bit my lips, staring at my feet.

“I’m going to pretend this never happened. You’re going to go to your room and wait for Namjoon. If anything like this ever happens again, I’m telling your father.”

I laughed bitterly.

“I’m not fucking twelve years old you son of a bitch. Stop talking to me like I’m your toy or something !” I snarled.

“If you were my toy I would fucking spank you till you cry and lock you in a damn room!” He hissed.

I flinched.

He took a deep shaky breath.

“This never happened.” He said sharply. “ I’m not one of your boytoys. I have no interest in fledgling humans who know nothing about life. That's not the kind of woman I’m looking for. You’re not the kind of woman I’m looking for because you aren’t even a woman yet.”

“ Jungkook !!!” Namjoon’s voice rang through the hallway and I stepped back.

“Have a good night with your whore, Mr. Jeon.” I snapped, before turning on my heel and leaving.

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Author’s Note : Hot DILF! Vampire Jungkook is hot. This brings back fond memories of me panting after my husband as a nineteen year old brat . I was a devilish teenager smitten with a twenty seven year old man. Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed :D

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