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janitorhutcherson · 5 months

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Marked Only for Me (Olderbf!Mike Schmidt NSFW)

hii!! okay, i have never written smut before, so i am begging you all to plz be patient with me! this is very long, so my apologies.this is a part of my olderbf!mike series, so hope u guys likeee. also, for this let's make the assumption mike went to college and all of that before his security jobs. he just had burn out and was there, hence why he's working for a major company with what would be little experience. anyways, lmk what u think!

summary: mike comes home and needs to blow off some steam

warnings: nudity, sex, name calling, hair pulling, choking, marking, possessiveness, an implied free use situation, fluff at the end!!

word count: 2,925

nsfw after the cut!!

You were sitting at the kitchen table doing homework in the home you shared with your boyfriend, Mike. You're 20, a couple of years into college, drudging through math problems that make your head feel like it's sitting inside a frying pan. You had to admit this wasn't your ideal way to relax after a 10-hour shift at the bookstore you helped run. Things had been hectic with Black Friday, your store doing a special sale where everything was 50% off, and bookworms were coming out of random corners to fill their already overflowing shelves for cheap. Of course, being younger, you were the one who had to do the grunt work, carrying piles of books to and from inventory, dealing with the more demanding customers as your older coworkers would tell you that they "just couldn't handle kids these days" and that it'd certainly be better for the younger one to do it. Luckily, though, Abby was at a friend's house, meaning you didn't have distractions. You were as focused as could be with a cup of coffee beside you, the sunlight that was once beaming through the cracks of the blinds now completely gone. You were focused, your brain functioning as much as it would with the problems. Things were quiet.

...That is until Mike stormed in. He was frustrated, angry, an invisible red-hot aura beaming off him. His hair was messier than it typically was. The softness in his eyes was instead replaced with a cold look. His eyebrows were furrowed together on his forehead, his jaw sharp and defined as he gritted his teeth. Although this wasn't common, it wasn't necessarily rare either. Mike worked for a publishing company as a marketing manager. He'd gotten the job after a few months of hard work to make up for the slack on his resume after working at the mall and the pizzeria. He moved up the ladder quickly, his company admiring his friendly attitude and his somewhat shy but personable behavior. He loved his job much more than his past ones. He felt happier, got more time off, was less stressed, and was definitely safer. Even with that being said, sometimes shit just pissed him off.

Today's big issue was a meeting with his marketing team, which also involved the big guy over his head. He felt like he was criticized, demeaned, dragged through the mud, and all in front of the team he was supposed to be respected by, listened to. On a typical day, this might not have pissed him off so much. He might've mentally plotted the demise of his boss, but he wouldn't have caused the outburst he did at work, and today had been particularly awful. He'd been late, burned his breakfast, knicked himself while shaving, and even gotten into what he considered to be a little fight with you the night before. Even though you'd both settled the argument, made up, and kissed before bed, he had been thinking about it all day. He'd then spilled coffee on his brand new tie, leaving a stain, and then... that happened. Mike snapped. He yelled at his boss, showing his ass in front of everyone, causing a meeting in his boss's office to end with an inevitable write-up.

Now, he was home, trudging in all his bad energy, disrupting your study time. You couldn't even be frustrated with him, his demeanor proving he'd obviously had a bad day. You went to stand up to greet him with a hug, a kiss or two, but before you could, Mike stormed over to you, grabbing your arm harshly. You gasped, slightly thrown off by his sudden actions. He pulled you closer to him, his eyes locked on yours and his breath heavy against your neck.

"What the fuck, Mike?" you said, your eyebrows furrowed as you stared into his cold brown-green orbs.

"Listen to me," he grunted, his voice low and gravely. "I have had a very, very bad day, and I need you to be a good girl for me, okay? I don't want no shit, no back talk, you'll listen to what I say.. do you understand?"

His hand still gripped your arm, his fingernails digging into your skin. You could feel yourself starting to drip, your panties feeling damp against your skin as your body buzzed with excitement. All you could do was nod your head, your eyes locked on his as they clouded over with lust. Mike snapped his fingers in your face, looking at you from underneath his eyebrows.

"Use your words," he demanded.

"Yes sir, I understand," you stuttered out, your cheeks flushing red. Mike's face was now pleased, his entire demeanor softening a little. His hand stayed wrapped around your arm as he tugged you into the living room, pushing you roughly onto the couch. You huffed from the impact, your eyes widening as Mike dropped to his knees before you. He slid your sweatpants off, prying your knees open to reveal your see-through pink panties soaked beyond belief. His eyes were hungry, his mouth open, almost drooling as he looked directly into your eyes.

"All for me, babydoll?" he teased, his hand sliding in between your legs as he drew small circles around your clothed clit. You nodded your head as a whimper escaped your lips, the aching in between your legs only growing worse.

"What did I tell you?" he said, his words sharp as he smacked the inside of your thigh.

"Yes sir," you corrected, your words wavering after the impact from his hand. Mike nodded, satisfied with your answer, as he slowly slid your panties down your thighs, wasting no time. You gasped once again as the cold air hit your wet cunt. Mike exhaled sharply, taking a moment to admire you in front of him. His eyes trailed up to your pathetic look, your already-glazed-over eyes, down to your barely clothed chest, only a sports bra covering your breasts he loved so much, then down to in between your legs, where you were so wet, and all just for him. His lips trailed up to your tummy, sucking on the skin in different areas, from above your abdomen all the way up to right below where your sports bra stayed, purple marks forming.

He then dove in without hesitation, his large hands gripping your sides as he leaned in, moving one hand to take his index and middle finger to spread your pussy lips. His mouth instantly attached to your clit. You yelped as you bucked your hips forward, his lips meeting the sensitive area. Mike pinched your thigh, a sign to quiet down until he said to do otherwise, two of his fingers reaching out to be shoved into your mouth.

“Suck,” he demanded, his fingers going as far back down your throat as they could. You did what you were told, sucking on his fingers and drawing your own circles with your tongue. His tongue drew tiny and slow circles against the set of nerves, your hands reaching down to tangle in his hair from desperation. God, he loved eating you out. The way you yelped, quivered, shook underneath him, your hands tangled in his hair to keep yourself from going over the edge. He fucking loved it, you were the perfect cure to his anger, calming, something he could take it out on in a productive way that made everyone feel good. Your whines were suppressed as you bit your lip, your teeth digging into the softer skin. Mike pulled away for a moment, his eyes locking with yours once again as he admired your face, your now swollen lips.

“You know what, baby? Be as loud as you want for me now, princess,” he mumbled, going back to attacking your wet cunt. Slurping sounds filled the living room mixed with your moans and whimpers as his tongue slid up and down your slit, his lips wrapping around your clit to suck as hard as possible when his tongue wasn’t fucking inside of you. He moaned against you, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. His cock was rock hard inside of his work pants, his own face flustered as he rocked back and forth against himself. His tongue continued to lap at your clit as he slid two of his large fingers in and out of you, your walls clenching around them. You could feel yourself drawing close and Mike could tell. Your thighs attempted to clench around his head, but before they could his calloused hands pried them open, holding them apart. Just as your eyes began to clamp shut, your thighs shaking as the knot in your stomach started to untie, Mike pulled away. You gasped as he slipped his fingers out, furrowing your eyebrows as you stared at him with an angry glare. He chuckled as he stood up, raising his eyebrows up and down as he leaned down, his hand lifting your chin up.

“Poor baby, was all ready to finish for me, hm? You were gonna be ‘Mikey’s little slut,’ weren’t you? That’s what you tell me you are, right? My little slut?” he teased, no remorse behind his eyes. You huffed, punching his arm before crossing your arm, too out of it to say anything from the knot that remained in your stomach but too angry to take initiative.

“Awh, don’t be mad, princess,” he snickered, shaking his head as he leaned further down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “You really think I’m done with you?”

With that being said, Mike pushing you back on the couch. His right hand held you down as his lift struggled to unbutton his pants. He pulled his pants down, letting them fall around his ankles as he yanked his boxers off, his cock springing out. He stepped out of them, letting you go for a moment to unbutton his shirt before tossing it off as well. Mike then looked over to you, leaning forward, ripping your thin sports bra off of your chest, your breasts now exposed to him. He licked his lips, excitement overflowing his body. He crawled on top of you, attempting to make the two of you fit on the couch. His mouth attacked your nipples, biting and gnawing at your skin. His mouth moved up to your neck, sucking and prodding and biting until purple marks were left all around, ones you were all too aware would be impossible to hide later on. He moved down to your chest once again, marks all across your collarbone, your tits. Mike’s hands gripped onto your neck as he sat up, looking into your glossed over eyes. He pressed his lips to your ear, a soft kiss against your earlobe.

“’M about to fuck you so hard you see stars,” he said, his voice causing prickles to cover your skin. Then, without hesitation Mike slammed into you, his pace staggered. Your moans were as loud as could be, the sound of skin hitting against each other and the echoes of both of your voices filling the living room. His thrusts were sloppy as he felt himself starting to get close to the edge, his hands pushing your hips down and into the couch. Your entire body sunk into the cushions as he used everything in him, his cock abusing your poor cunt. You swore you saw stars until you felt his hand gently smack against your cheek, your eyes averting back to his gaze.

“You’re gonna look at me when I fuck you, princess,” he growled, his hand sliding up to your hair as he tugged. You grew close, clenching around his length, your thighs starting to shake. Your core was threatening to come undone.

“Fuck, Mikey, baby, I’m gonna fucking cum,” you whimpered out, closing your eyes as your head leaned back against the side of the couch.

“Cum for me, baby,” Mike stated. You did as he demanded, finishing around his cock as your liquids gushed against him. His thrusts grew sloppier before he pulled out, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“You’re such a good girl, you know that baby? You did so good for me, listening to what I said, letting me use your pretty cunt,” he stated, his thumb caressing your cheek. He then resituated, pulling you off the couch, pushing you onto the ground. You were now in the same position he was in earlier, completely fucked out. Your lips were dull from exhaustion, your cheeks red and your hair knotted in certain areas. Mike’s cock was directly in front of you, his hand guiding for you to suck on him. Your lips wrapped around his tip, the tip of your tongue licking his slit. You worked your mouth down his length, licking the sides. Mike’s moans became frantic, desperate as your mouth worked its magic. His hand tangled in your hair as he pushed your head up and down, thrusting up into your mouth.

“That’s it, baby, feels so good,” he grunted. With no warning, Mike pulled out, spilling his load all over your face. He twitched, his moans loud and low, your tongue stuck out to catch his cum. His body laid against the couch, feeling heavy as his head leaned against the back of his couch. A tired grin was on his lips as you also smiled up at him, licking yourself clean. Mike looked down at you, a chuckle releasing his lips. It was obvious all of the tension and anger was gone, as his once cold eyes were once again the soft loving brown they used to be. He looked at you with adoration, always amused by how gorgeous you were even after rigorous activity and getting your face painted.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, picking you up bridal style as he leaned down to kiss you, not caring about his own load that was now on his face. He sat you down on the bathroom counter, grabbing a washcloth out of the cabinet, running it under warm water. He started to wipe away all of the liquids covering your face, pressing kisses to your skin here and there, looking your body up and down as he admired all of the marks he left.

“You always know how to make me feel good and how to take care of me after,” you croaked out, your voice laced with exhaustion as you smiled. Mike smiled back at you, his hand tenderly touching your cheek before pushing your hair behind your ear.

“I love you, of course I want to make sure ‘m taking care of you,” he said softly. His lips once again pressed against yours. “Thank you for letting me… you know.. blow off some steam,” he said, wiggling his brows.

“Of course, honey. I was worried, though. Is everything okay? Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, leaning forward as you slid off of the counter, grabbing a new washcloth and beginning to wipe his face with it as well. Mike sighed, shaking his head as he looked at her with sad eyes.

“I just- I got into it pretty badly with my boss at work and got criticized, I felt like a wounded animal, like I had to fight. I’m so used to having to fight that I don’t know how to shut up and listen,” he mumbled. “It was so bad, Y/N, and I got written up after that awful day I had this morning… I just.. I don’t know. I do know I feel better now, and would feel even better if we cuddled for a bit and then went out for food?” he suggested, spilling his thoughts to you. You giggled, nodding your head as you reached up to press a kiss to him. You dragged him into your shared bedroom, the two of you cuddling up together under the blankets. You turned to your side, your eyes locked with his.

“I love you, Mike, so much. And I’m so, so unbelievably proud of you. Thank you, for always making me feel good too, for taking care of me, for being such a good brother to Abby, just… thank you,” you said softly. Mike looked back at you lovingly, his appreciation for you apparent.

“I love you, princess, you don’t even know how much,” he mumbled. His eyes were heavy. He leaned over and set an alarm for an hour from now, the two of you planning on a night of dinner out and grocery shopping. He curled his arm around you lazily, your body limp and exhausted against his as you yawned.

“Oh, and baby?” he asked. You hummed, lifting your head to meet his eyes. “Wear a crop top when we go out, I want everyone to see you all marked up.” You giggled as you laid your head down, drifting off to sleep.

When you two went out, you did just that, wearing a cropped scoop neck shirt with a low-rise flowy skirt. He showed off any marks you’d left, too, your possessive boyfriend holding you close anytime someone’s eyes linger too long. Mike was strange, possessive, and sometimes a little of what most would say was unsettling, but to you, he was the love of your life, the man who made you feel good, the one who fucked you until you couldn’t think. You loved him, and you always would, blessing you with a lifelong supply of angry sex and aftercare cuddles.

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lurkingshan · 5 months

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Japanese BL Starter Pack

It’s been awhile since I dropped a rec list, so I am here today to share one that is very near and dear to my heart—a Japanese bl primer for those who are new to the jbl game. I created this for @neuroticbookworm to help her on her journey when she decided she wanted to start getting into Japanese works. The fandom (on Tumblr and generally) tends to focus primarily on Thai shows because they are the easiest to access for international fans, since Thailand is working its way toward world domination via ql media and wants us all to be able to watch. But there is a lot of great stuff to watch beyond the easy access Thai channels, and Japan is the country where this genre originated, so its shows are important for anyone who considers themselves a bl fan. Japan doesn’t cater nearly as much to the international audience so tracking down the shows sometimes takes some ingenuity and can-do spirit, but that’s part of the fun!

And so, the list! Bookworm is about halfway through it and having a ball, so I figured it was time to stop hoarding it and share it with anyone else who would like to dip their toes into jbl and isn’t quite sure where to start. A few notes:

I am not here to teach you about the deep roots of the jbl genre or give you a primer on yaoi manga. I am by no means an expert and there are other places to find that information. Start here with this great post by @nieves-de-sugui and then maybe wander over to @absolutebl to read up more on the evolution of the genre.

This list is by no means an exhaustive accounting of every important Japanese bl ever made; it is simply a nice sampler platter of the cream of the crop among various styles you will find in jbl. Watching through this whole list will not only expose you to some fantastic shows, but also give you a sense of what makes jbl unique and how the country’s style differs from others, and point you toward the types of jbl you’ll like most (they tend to put shows in pretty specific style and tone lanes and once you find the ones you like there are lots more where that came from).

If you’re coming to this post as a jbl lover and you don’t see your favorite here, I promise it’s not because I don’t love it very much; I simply had to make some choices to get this down to a reasonable shortlist. Feel free to leave extra recs for others to find!

I’m putting these in a loose suggested watch order that will take you through the various jbl lanes in a kind of popcorn style, because I always think it’s good to change it up so you don’t get too stuck in one mode, and it works its way up to most of the extremely Japanese stuff (you will know what that means by the time you finish). But do what’s in your heart and change up the order if you want, friends, I am not the boss of you!

Cherry Magic (Crunchyroll or grey)

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I believe everyone on Tumblr is pretty familiar with this one, which is not a coincidence—this is one of the most accessible jbls. Not in terms of actual access to watch it, mind you (we’ve all jumped through shady internet hoops to watch it) but in terms of its content and style. Cherry Magic is a classic workplace romcom with a magical twist, and it is charming af. It’s a great exemplar of Japan’s light and zippy comedy lane for bl—a lane in which, importantly, the romances stay chaste even when the actual plot is about sex, or lack thereof. My friend @waitmyturtles would kill me if I didn’t make sure you know that Cherry Magic also has a lovely follow up film. And bonus: there is now a Thai remake airing so if you watch the original you can get in on the discussion about the different adaptations between countries. This is pretty easy to find these days in all the usual places, but I strongly recommend watching it here.

Old Fashion Cupcake (Viki)

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Moving on to a slightly more mature workplace romcom. Old Fashion Cupcake, another Tumblr favorite, is an age gap boss-subordinate romance, and it’s both very adult and somehow wholesome af at the same time. Sure, there is a lot of carnal desire going on here, but there is also a lot of wooing via fluffy pancakes. It’s a tight five episodes and a fantastic example of what Japan, with its extreme technical precision in writing, directing, editing, pacing, and acting firing on all cylinders, can do in two hours. There’s not an ounce of flab on this thing and you’ll want to watch it over and over again.

Utsukushii Kare (Viki)

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Time to get a little weird! Weird is a key feature of Japanese media, and lots of jbls explore unusual relationship dynamics rooted in complex psychology. This is the first show on the list that will likely feel very Japanese if you’re new around here—my advice is to lean into it and finish the show, even if you get uncomfortable along the way. In Japanese media, discomfort always serves a purpose. This is a high school story with a twisted relationship at its center, and I’m not saying any more than that. Don’t spoil yourself and go watch it! This one also comes with two sequels—one short second season and one movie—that continue from the original story. They are less essential but still excellent.

I Cannot Reach You (Netflix)

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Next up, another high school tale, but with a totally different vibe. This show is kind of a revelation in its willingness to tell a story about overwhelming desire—including sexual desire—with young protagonists. It’s rooted in a classic but often misunderstood trope, friends to lovers, and takes the angst of it seriously, giving us a low stakes story that feels extremely high stakes to our leads. It’s also gorgeous and uses a classic Japanese visual style (bokeh) that you’ll be dying to learn more about.

His (Viki)

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Time for a break from high school, and we’ll sprinkle in a movie for some added flavor. His is a jbl film featuring a second chance romance between a stoic, introverted man who moves to a remote town to start over, and his ex-boyfriend who follows him there unexpectedly, adorable child in tow. Importantly, this movie does not take place in what we often refer to as the “bl bubble” where homophobia doesn’t exist; the leads’ experiences of being gay men in a homophobic society are hugely important to the plot and themes of the story. It’s a beautiful film and I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve watched it. @bengiyo would surely also like me to tell you that this film follows a brief prequel show called His: I Didn’t Mean to Fall in Love about the characters originally meeting in high school; I do not think it’s really necessary to watch it but completists can start there.

The Pornographer series (Gaga)

By now you should be ready to get into some classic Japanese fucked up psychosexual material, right? Right! The Pornographer series is told in five installments in this order:

The Novelist, a six episode miniseries

Mood Indigo, a six episode prequel series

Spring Life, a 15 minute short

Pornographer: Playback, a two hour film

Spring Life Continued, a 15 minute short

Confused by that distribution model? So say we all; sometimes Japan likes to make us work for it to make sure we really appreciate its many gifts to us. The story across these installments is about a very difficult to love protagonist, what makes him the way he is, and the also-unhinged-but-in-a-different-way man who finally gets through to him. It’s an extremely satisfying love story and one of the best character arcs I have ever seen, full stop. For this one, you’ll want to just pull the word problematic out of your pocket and store it in a drawer; nearly everything that happens in this story is problematic and that’s the point. Lean in! All of these installments except for the film are on Gaga, if you get that far hmu and I will supply you with the final puzzle piece.

Our Dining Table (Gaga)

You could probably use a break after those last two, so it’s time to shift over to a heart-tugging twofer: family trauma mixed with the cutest shit you’ve ever seen. ODT is an example of another classic type of Japanese show: the food drama (you will see the GOAT in this category at the end of this list). In Japanese culture, food is love, and the act of preparing food for your loved ones is a common path to romance. You’ll love this story about an isolated office worker who meets a pair of brothers, learns to cook as a way of connecting with them, and begins to heal from his own trauma as a result. The image above is a scan from the manga, which @troubled-mind curates to make extremely cool comparison sets like this one. Many jbls are faithful adaptations of yaoi manga source material, so it’s good to have a bit of familiarity with them.

Minato’s Laundromat (Gaga)

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Japanese media loves to explore taboo, and often manages to do it in a way that is surprisingly light and chaste. This is an age gap romance between a teenager and his adult neighbor that explores internalized homophobia, emotional repression, and falling in love across seemingly impossible social chasms. It’s also a great example of old school yaoi seme-uke dynamics that still show up across the bl genre. Also, take my advice: end your journey with this one with the first season and just pretend season 2 doesn’t exist.

Eternal Yesterday (Viki)

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Remember what I said about weird? Time to do that again, but with a heaping dose of grief and pain on top. It’s not a spoiler to tell you this show involves a major character death; a major character death is, in fact, the root of the entire story. This is a magic realist tale of first love turned tragic, and it will hurt and heal you. It is one of my favorite dramas of all time.

Restart After Come Back Home (Gaga)

And now for a break for your poor exhausted brain. This film is basically the jbl version of a Hallmark original movie, about a city boy who goes back home to the country and falls in love with a total sweetheart while working together on a farm. Enjoy it, bestie, you’ve earned it!

Tokyo in April Is… (Gaga)

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You’ve probably noticed by now that emotional repression and failed communication are big themes in Japanese works. This second chance romance has plenty of both, and it’s a great example of a kind of muted emotional style that Japan does so well, where the surface of the story seems almost placid and calm even as deep emotion roils underneath. This one (and Eternal Yesterday above) are part of a special line up of jbls on Japanese channel MBS called Tonku (Drama) Shower. The shows air one after another in the same time slot on Fridays (in Japan, perhaps Thursdays for you depending on where you live) and you truly never know what you’re gonna get, but they’re all interesting. Warnings on this one for sexual assault and trauma.

The End of the World With You (Viki)

Time for sexy and weird again, but even more so! This has to be one of the most unique bls ever made; it goes to some truly divine and strange places, and it feels incredibly queer while doing it. Made by the same screenwriter/director of the Pornographer series with a lot of the same sensibilities, but in a more heightened apocalyptic setting. This one has existential angst, a road trip, a redemption tale, and a variety of interesting side characters in the mix.

What Did You Eat Yesterday? (Gaga)

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Congratulations, you’ve reached the end of the list and your reward is watching one of the best bls of all time, and a perfect slice of life food drama to boot. WDYEY now has two seasons (along with a couple specials and a movie that fall in between) because the universe clearly loves us. You can now get it on Gaga for easy access but I’m partial to the versions over at @kinounaniresource for better subs. Wherever you watch, settle in to get cozy with Shiro and Kenji and make sure to always eat before you hit play.

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babyleostuff · 2 months

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౨ৎ voicemails kwon soonyoung leaves you while he’s on tour - fluff (with a pinch of angst), established relationship, gn!reader (pet names used: baby)

...one: you made me promise to call when we land, so (pause) we’re here. now go to bed and stop worrying. we’re all safe. have sweet dreams baby

...two: be honest. do you think mingyu has better boobs than me? wait. don’t answer. i don’t want to know. though i think i know the answer. i’m going to make his life a living hell

...three: did you get that video i sent you of me dancing? what do you think? did i do a good job? did you like it?

...four: i don’t think i’ve ever been this bored before. i hope you’re doing better than me because this is a nightmare. really wish you were here

...five: when we were out for a walk today, i saw two cats and one of them was hitting the other on the head and i immediately thought of us

...six: how are you baby? (pause) i’m starting to miss your voice

...seven: i’m sure you've told me this before, but will you be watching the livestream today? i don’t know why but it’s comforting knowing that you’ll be there. kind of. you know what i mean

...eight: i’m so hungry right now, i’ll eat the whole buffet when we get back to the hotel. wait, did you eat today? if not i’m ordering takeout to your house

...nine: i never realised how lonely i am without you in my arms

...ten: only a week left. i really miss you

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the-fiction-witch · 5 months

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Breathless

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Flirty Af

Warning: Medical emergency / Asthma Attack

I woke, as I typically did with a sharp fast gasp. immediately I heard the wheeze in my chest like a pair of old moth-eaten bellows. I sighed and turned to my bedstand opening the little rosewood box and hearing the gentle tune of the music box inside plaid as soon as I opened it I grabbed one of the prerolled cigarettes shutting the box again and saw the candle on my bedside table still burning so I set the tip in the flame until it began to smoulder so I laid down on my back slowly but surely taking a deep inhale and blowing the resulting smoke across my ceiling. It fixed it as much as it ever did so I finished up and set the end in my little metal box with many others.

"There's my sweet girl!" My father gleamed as he entered my bedroom with a wide smile

"Good Morning Father," I smiled sitting up in my bed

"It is a fantastic morning, A perfect morning for our party!" He cheered going to open my curtains to let in the sunshine

I smiled as much as I could force, I knew this was important to him and I wanted only to be supportive.

"I have a gift for you" He smiled tapping my nose playfully He clicked his fingers towards the door and the maid scurried in with a large box in hand, he took the box from her and set it on the bed opening the box up pulling out from the tissue and ribbon a sweet expensive new dress.

It was beautiful, A long off-the-shoulder dress of a sweet fabric a light pale pink with vertical strips of purple, and white lace at its hem, neckline and lace elbow-length sleeves with a black ribbon at its waist. It was utterly beautiful and would not have been cheap for my father to buy. but I began to panic as I looked at it seeing the ribbon and how small it was.

I knew my father, he meant well but he always did this and always it made me fearful.

But I forced a smile "Thank you Father" I said giving his cheek a kiss

"You're welcome, Now come along guests begin to arrive soon" He said rushing off to make preparations.

I sighed climbing from my bed, I went and had a nice hot bath laying in the warm water for longer than I should just because it seemed to soothe my chest but I soon climbed out and went to my window in my towel looking out to the gardens.

My father was a very wealthy businessman in port with a lot of dealings coming and going in shipping, of course, our house was lustrous and grand second only to the governors only a few miles up the road, but the governor could not hold a candle to my father's gardens, well known in the area and beyond for the grandiose and beauty of the many exotic flowers and plants from all over the world, He took great pride in the garden and this combined with his utter love fort entertaining. Meant we had an awful lot of garden parties.

Today was no exception my father was hosting a garden party and had invited everyone who could be imagined. He adored parties being an utter social butterfly, I however was more of an.... antisocial bookworm not much wanting to go but knowing word would spread if I didn't attend my father's own parties. It didn't much help my looming age knowing at the back of my mind certain men had been invited not due to my father really wanting them at the party but my father realizing they could be a good match for me so invited them in the hope one would catch my interest. But I know I am a very lucky girl, Many fathers would be insisting by now or would have wedded their daughter off for a business deal. But My father was a decent man and had always promised me I could choose my husband, that I could marry for love no matter who it would be. He felt he couldn't deny me what he and my mother had.

I went to my mirror and began to dress, I pulled my white stockings up to my thighs adjusting them so the little lilac bows would sit forward, I pulled my long cotton underdress over my body tugging it down as far as it would go, by then my maid arrived and I gulped as she picked up my cream corset. I simply watched the mirror doing my best to not panic as she wrapped it around me and began to lace the back, I did my best to keep my breaths slow and steady but that wasn't exactly easy until finally she finished with the back, she pinned the ribbons in place and turned me to face her so she could pull the ribbons to the front to lace it again leaving me squeezed as much as possible

"How much more?" I gasped already feeling breathless

"Not much more Miss." she said "Pencil thin is the London style miss" She reassured

"I am not a pencil. I am a lady." I argued half of me was joking the other half was serious.

Finally, she tied the last bow and removed the pin in the back as there was now no give in the ribbon at all, she took my crinoline the large wicker bird cage-looking thing that always made me smile a little tieing it simply around my waist and she helped me to slip on my dress, it was beautiful and I did feel very pretty even if again the lacing began as she all but sewed me into the dress ensuring it would be as close to me as possible. Not being helped by my father's purchase choices.

"Alright miss?" she asked as she finished the last bow

"Yes. Thank you" I lied, finally she helped me into my shoes and left to attend the party. "Women in London must have learnt not to need to breathe" I sighed I sat at my vanity and did what little make-up I bothered with before finally taking my hair from the tight braid I had done last night allowing it to now be in sweet curls. Once done I looked out to the window again seeing people had already gathered for the party so I grabbed my lace fan and my parasol and headed down to the gardens.

"Ahhh My goodness an angel!" My father joked as he saw me "You look beautiful" He smiled

"Thank you Father" I smiled

"Go on then, Mingle I'll check in on you later," He told me ushering me deeper into the party, I did my rounds parasol in hand often batting my fan to try and get some air down my throat doing my best to greet and be pleasant with people.

As I made the rounds I took note of those who were here already spotting a few men my father would have invited purely in the hopes of grabbing my attention but as I walked to a less populated area of the garden I took a seat for a moment on the stone bench I spotted a similar soul.

He stood by one of the statues away from the main business of the party, dressed in his usual way but cleaned up a little better, he seemed awkward unsure why he was here, out of place in this bussle. I felt for him of course and for a moment even I wasn't sure why he was here. But then I recalled seeing Dr Sneed on my walk around the party and I know how my father thinks, my father would have invited Dr Sneed because he is his doctor and thus not inviting his own doctor to his party would be rude, and of course then in my fathers mind he must also invite Dr Dawkins for if he invited Sneed and Not Dawkins that too would have been rude. Honestly, I'm surprised he took up the invitation. For a moment we caught eyes and he offered me a small smile so I did my best to do so back.

“You alright my sweet?’ my father asked as he approached sitting beside me

“Yes, just wanted a moment from all the excitement” I smiled

‘ahh well come along we are to begin the walk” he smiled to me taking my hand and soon enough the walk began, this was typical of every party my father would lead a walk around the gardens explaining almost every flower and plant giving a tour to the guests of course most ate it up but I slowly but surely slinked away until I was at the very back of the walk where I again found Dr Dawkins.

“Good day doctor”

“Good day miss y/l/n, does your father always do this?’

“Yes” I chuckled moving my parasol slightly higher as to protect him too

“AHH thank you” he smiled moving a little closer to be under the protection of the lace from the blistering sun

“Quite alright” I answered “what brings you to the party?”

“Your father invited me. Wasn't going to bother but something to do I suppose’ he chuckled

“I guess. I rather find it all tedious”

“well we agree on some things’ he chuckled “I have to admit though your dress is utterly stunning”

“Thank you doctor’ I blushed a little but had to fan myself quickly as I felt slightly breathless from the walking

“Ohh don't worry pleatenties of the party you can just call me jack” he smiled

“ohh that's very sweet, thank you jack’ I smiled “then y/n I insist”

“Why thank you, My god is he going to take us past every plant?” He whispered

“That he is” I smiled

“Any particular reason?’

‘its his pride. He adores his garden above all else?”

“Even you?’

“I don't know, I should hope not but I wouldn't be surprised’

“Why? Why would be focus so much on his garden and not his daughter?”

“He promised my other that her beloved garden would always bloom, she died only a few days later” I explained

“Ohh forgive me y/n I-”

“It's alright, he can be… overboard at times” I said doing my best to slow and catch my breath

“Are you alright?’ he asked

“Yes forgive me-”

“No no it's alright, are you sure? You seem lost for breath?’ he said carefully taking my arm

“I'm fine” I answered as I gasped trying hard not to wheeze or cry anything that might draw attention to myself he seemed panicked I tried again and gasp but it just wasn't working and I almost went over

“Whoa. I'm taking you inside’ he said quickly putting an arm around me and taking me quickly back to the house I dropped my parasol and fan as soon as I got in the door trying desperately to get my breath in “which way to your room?”

“This way” I gasped now beginning to cough and wheeze loudly taking his hand and leading him to my room as soon as I was inside I leant on my ottoman trying desperately to get some air into my lungs as he shut the door and came over

“Are you short of breath?”

“Yes” I gasped surely that was obvious

“try to breathe slow for me if you can” he asked and I did my best but that only made me wheeze louder

“Take off your dress.” He said

“I beg your pardon Dr Dawkins!’ I argued

“I need to examine you take off your dress” he said

“I cannot” I answered between gasps

“I'm a doctor I won't look y/n but I need to exmaine you” he said

“No I cannot. My maid she-”

“She's sewn you into the dress?” he asked and I nodded “alright” he said slipping off his jacket and grabbing a small knife from his pocket “I'll be as careful as I can” he said slowly using the blade to cut where my dress had been stitched by my maid until finally it released I quickly stepped away and pushed the dress off me as well as my crinoline immediately I felt a little better as I looked forward letting out slow breaths I caught sight of jack in my mirror he lied to me. He was looking. But I felt still so breathless that I tumbled onto my ottoman ‘whoa whoa! I got you. I got you.” He reassured only just catching me making me sit on the ottoman “I need to remove your corset”

“Doctor!”

“I have to remove it” he said coming to face me starting to unlace my corset ties quickly with his nimble fingers “out of curiosity. How'd your mother die?”

“Respiratory failure” I gasped and he looked up to me seeming panicked

“How old was she?”

“Twenty nine”

“Christ - for - god-” he grunted trying to deal with the knots and loops and ties in my corset until finally he unlaced the front and tried to pull it off but of course it didn't move he looked confused so I moved his hand to my back and he moved behind me seeing of course all the lacing on the back ‘oh you gotta be kidding me!’ he complained “they really didn't want you of this dress.’ he said fighting with the ties before “fuck it!’ he complained grabbing his knife again and cutting though the lacing managing to force the whole corset off me and that helped considerably “there we go.” He said a lift proud of himself “nice and slow let me listen” he said for a moment looking around the room clearly for something to use to listen but “I don't have my tools uhhh okay. Guess we have to do this the old fashioned way” he said sitting on the ottoman with me lifting my underdress up to expose my bare back I glanced in the mirror again and saw his cheeks slightly deeper with red his eyes glancing down from my neck all the way to the ottoman before he moved closer resting his head on my back to press his ear to my skin “nice and slow for me. Just breathe with me In. And out. In and back out” he said and I did my best to breath with him even if I ended up coughing and wheezing as he walked me through a few long breaths “how long have you been like this?” He asked as he pulled back moving so I could see his face letting go of my underdress

“Forever”

“I get the feeling you need to tell me something.” He said

“I'm asthmatic. Have been as long as I can remember.” I answered

“That certainly explains a lot” he said “when did a doctor tell you?”

“I was nine.”

“I take it your mother was too?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, how are you managing it? What do you have to take when you get like this?” He asked

“The box on my bedside table” I told him still struggling he got up and went to the box seeming confused

“What are these?”

“Asthma cigarettes. Prof prescribed them” I answered

“You smoke!’ he argued

“On doctors instructions yes.” I answered

“Are you mad!”

“There not tobacco there thorn apple leaves there meant to help” I said

He sighed begrudgingly bringing one over so I took it and lit it on a candle sitting for a few moments slowly inhaling it all

He brushed the smoke away from his face a moment before rather angrily speaking “he's mad.”

“It helps.”

“So would you sitting not moving for the ten minutes it took you to smoke that” he argued “but that dress wasn't helping in the slightest why on earth did they lace you in that corset so much?”

“It's the style apparently. Plus I needed to”

“Why?”

“...father buys all my dresses two sizes smaller then I am. I have to double lace the corset for a hope of even getting in them

“Why would he do that?”

“He means well. He thinks if he buys all my clothes too small it's… encouraging”

“Encouraging? I hate to ask but when did you last eat anything?”

“...four days ago.”

“Okay, that is also not going to be helping.” He said

“Yeah well you try fitting into a dress with a twenty one inch waist” I pouted

“I think he's trying to kill you.” He joked “you feel a bit better now?”

“Yes. Thank you jack”

“You're welcome. How often do you get attacks like that?”

“once a week or so.”

“Does your father know?”

“Somewhat. I don't always tell him the whole truth”

“Would you be against coming to the hospital?”

“What?”

“I am not confident about leaving you alone tonight. If you agree I'll talk to your father take you to the hospital I'll keep you under observation myself.”

“Why?”

“.... I fear this may be worse then just a simple attack y/n”

“I don't want to worry my father. he's fearful enough as it is”

“Then which would you rather? He be a little worried a stressed as you spend the night in hospital in my care or he comes in here and finds you dead in your bed tomorrow morning because I'm pretty sure which one will upset him more.”

“One night?”

“One night. Under observation.”

“Alright jack”

“Thank you y/n” he smiled giving my hand a kiss “just rest i'll go see your father” he said as he got up and headed out of my room.

Eventually he arrived with my father in tow and the two discussed as my maid packed me some items and my father called us a carriage, I changed into my loosest dress doing my best not to show my father my struggles

“Perhaps Dr sneed would be better he is my doctor he's taken such food care of me” he began

“Dr sneed is very busy he won't have time and what she needs is observations now I have the time to do so”

“Keep me posted won't you?”

“I promise.”

“You'll take care of her doctor?”

“Absolutely, I promise she'll be back right as rain”

“Alright, I'll see you soon sweetheart” he smiled kissing my head before he slowly and tenderly let my hand go giving it to jack, he smiled to me squeezing my hand and leading me slowly to the carriage luckily the party never even noticed but as i sat down my father pulled jack close to him. “Anything happens to her. It's your head.”

“Yes sir” he nodded before climbing into the carriage with me.

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Just let me hold you | jeon wonwoo

🪧 100 event: to me you are very precious, you can tell me today was tough, i am here, you suffered a lot, i love you, i will hug you + wonwoo | requested by anon Synopsis: after a tough day, Wonwoo only wanted to see one person - you. Wonwoo x gn! reader | comfort | approx. 600 words | warnings: stress, reader is shorter than Wonwoo A/n: hi anon! Thank you for the lovely request, i hope you like it!

Peeking out from underneath the covers, Wonwoo peered over at Mingyu’s bed. When he confirmed that his roommate was snoring away, he tip-toed out the room. As quietly as he could, Wonwoo opened the front door of seventeen’s dorm and slipped out. Breathing a sigh of relief when the balmy summer air hit his face, he quickly made his way over to the next block of apartments where you lived.

Wonwoo had called you a few hours ago asking if he could come over. While you were worried he would have to face serious consequences if he was caught sneaking out of the dorm, you were more worried about him. Compared to his soft, soothing voice full of warmth you were used to, he sounded so exhausted and empty on the phone.

Glancing at the clock and pacing around the living room, you were getting increasingly anxious that Wonwoo had gotten caught. Just as you were about to give him a call, the doorbell chimed. Literally sprinting to the door and flinging it open, you ushered Wonwoo in quickly before someone saw him.

Once you were both in the safety and privacy of your apartment, you were about to lead Wonwoo to your couch when he suddenly grabbed onto your wrist. Confused, you faced him only to be met with a downcast expression painted on his face. Seeing that, you could feel your heart breaking. You really wanted to wrap your arms around him and shower him with love, but you hadn’t been dating for long. It had only been about 2 months, so acts of physical touch were still relatively new to both of you. You didn’t want to overwhelm him, especially when he looked so forlorn.

Instead, you settled for gently asking him, “love, is everything okay?”

Hearing your voice, Wonwoo inhaled sharply. With his lips quivering, he stammered, “no… not really…”

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked hesitantly.

Wonwoo’s grip on your wrist tightened ever so slightly before he let go. He glanced towards the floor and shook his head.

“No, I… I don’t want to burden you. It’s been a long day and sometimes being an idol can be overwhelming. I’m sorry you have to see me like this, but I just really wanted to see you.”

Nodding in understanding, you looked up at him. Peering into his eyes tenderly through his bangs, you sent him the softest smile you could muster.

“To me you are very precious, and you don’t have to but I want you to know that you can tell me today was tough, I am here. You suffered a lot, and I’m so sorry you have to experience that. I love you. I can’t imagine what you are going through. I don’t know the right words to say. I guess, all I can say is that if you will let me, I will hug you.”

As you finished your little speech, you opened your arms to Wonwoo. Although Wonwoo’s face never changed, some life, warmth, and hope returned to his eyes. Practically lunging at you, Wonwoo dove into your embrace. Immediately wrapping your arms around his larger frame, you rubbed his back, hoping to soothe some of the pain that he might be feeling.

For a while, you just stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms. Then, Wonwoo buried his face in your neck, breathing out a quiet, “thank you love.”

Shaking your head, you returned his whisper of gratitude, “you’re welcome love. I’m always here for you. But for now, just let me hold you.”

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i'm not really one for new years or rly doing anything for it, but i thought i should at least thank all my friends who have made this year infinitely better for me. i'm ngl, this year was really hard in many ways. it felt like me and my family particularly were hit with new things to deal with as soon as the old ones had ended, and we just desperately wanted a break.

my way of getting a break was talking to you all, writing my silly little delusions, and being able to have a space here to share my work. so thank you. whether you were a silent reader, liked, reblogged, followed, or gave feedback for my writing-- all of you have helped me so much this year. the love that my writing has received has given me such motivation to keep going and to keep trying, and i don't think i would've otherwise.

now to thank my lovely friends, who without, i wouldn't be here today :( in no particular order...

@aravrs,, @kyrjnie,, @nyukyujs,, @etherealyoungk,, @rubywonu,, @kyeomyun,, @idubiluv,, @minholing,, @welcometomyoasis,, @dinotoro,, @wonijinjin,, @hannieheartuu,, @mangocustard16,, @amara-mars,, @glosskirt i don't like putting you all together because each of you mean so much to me individually, but i was worried i was gonna forget some of you especially since i don't talk to you guys as much </3 i love each and every one of you, and you have made 2023 such a fun year for me since i was able to talk to you all!! thank you for wanting to be moots with me and for talking to me, talking with you has been so fun and comforting this year <3 cheers to 2024 🫡

@blue-jisungs axe you were one of my first moots ever, and the first blog i followed. we became friends last year but i feel like we became so much closer this year. we watched kdramas together, spammed and ranted to each other, fed each other brainrot and delusions, and just generally enjoyed each others company :( i cannot see my life without you in it, you are so so so important to me now and i want to cry whenever i think about how amazing it is to have you as one of my best friends. i love you more than you know <3

@fairyhaos yena! you were one of the first blogs that i saw and went "woah" bcuz ur writing has always been so amazing. i seriously love it so much, i'll never get sick of it. once i got to know you as a person, i realized that you're even more amazing than your writing is. you're fun and kind and sweet and caring-- thank you so much for being my friend this year and i can't wait to make more memories with you next year 🫡

@weird-bookworm sky you are truly one of my closest friends. we've spent so much time talking and i've enjoyed every second of it. i feel like we have a unique dynamic cause unlike my other friends, we're constantly teasing and bullying in each other in the best of ways <3 in a weird way, the fact that i still know someone who is as big an army as i used to be is comforting. you feel like nostalgia-- like the old me in 2021. and even tho ur older by a bit, you feel like a younger sister to me sometimes skdjsk i really love you a lot, thank you for being my friend this year!!

@haecien cien my only guy friend 👹 talking to you has been especially fun this year. introducing you to the new loves of ur life, listening to you scream about minghao, harua, seungwoo, hyunjae, shin and gaon, playing stardew valley, and sharing some nostalgia from the philippines is all so comforting to me <3 i love u so much and i hope that i can find some more guys to add to ur loml list in 2024 🤞

@kkooongie sarah!! we've talked quite a bit since we met, and it's always been so fun and nice to talk to someone who is as much of a multi as i am <3 finding someone who also stans groups like victon and verivery is extremely hard??? and i'm so happy that there's someone out there who loves silly little nugu kpop men just like me <3 i love you a lot, and i hope you never forget that 🫶

@evalevaeva eva.... ur just incredible to me sometimes?? from writing the best fuma delusions to stressing out abt ur auditions (don't go to cube istg) talking to you has always been so fun!! i'm still so glad that you reblogged that one so mun fic, otherwise i would've never found your blog or talked to you </3 the sieun delusions are real and stan lucy for a better life 🤞 you always make me laugh and smile so much, and i hope i do too cause otherwise that would be a little awkward... 🧍‍♀️ PLS I HOPE IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO LIKES OUR FRIENDSHIP 👎

@caramel-maveeato viv </3 my wife fr 🥹 whether it was screaming about the men i love the most to dying over your art or fics, you've always been someone who was always comfortable to talk to. i just love talking to you so much its so therapeutic??? stop rizzing me up tho it must stop before i go insane 🙅‍♀️🚫 no more rizzing in 2024 okay 👹 i hope we talk a lot more and stay as close as we are now bcuz talking to you has always been one of my favorite things to do, i love you so much 💖

@candewlsy mizu my baby </3 I LOVE U SO MUCH LIKE PLS PLS PLS KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE U IM GONNA SCREAM I WANNA SQUISH U?? what. ur just so fun and silly and comforting and I LOVE U AND UR HUMOUR 🥹 i love how you allow me to introduce you to new kpop men and actors, and how you love them just as much as me!! you're just as delulu and slightly deranged as i am AND THATS WHAT MAKES IT FUN 😭 i love watching kdramas with you, and i hope we can finally get through our list of kdramas to watch in 2024 cause its getting l o n g e r 🧍‍♀️ thank you also for reblogging my fics bcuz ur reblogs have to be some of my favorites ever </3 they're so fun and entertaining to read, i always end up giggling :(

@wheeboo rania :( i know i usually bully you and you bully me back, the whole divorced wives things but idk i'm feeling a little emo rn so i'm just gonna be appreciative?? i know we have talked recently, but it feels like we haven't talked enough since before christmas cause i've been busy and you've been busy... and idk i've just felt that void a bit?? talking to you has always been so fun and relaxing, and it's guaranteed to make me smile and laugh and just be an escape from anything i've been thinking about. watching k-dramas and having little music sessions were some of my absolute favorite memories of this year. it's just so special that I can call you one of my best friends, and i hope that i can continue to talk to you for years to come because you're one of the most comforting people i've ever met. not to mention that you write like an absolute goddess?? i still remember proofreading psycho for the first time and just being so shocked bcuz how does anyone even write like that????? i love that i'm ur little go-to for fic spoilers pls don't ever replace me or i'll cry 🧍‍♀️ and whenever i'm struggling with a fic, i always go to you as well <3 i can't express how much i love you and how much you mean to-- words just aren't enough 😭 i'll never get tired of talking to you

@eternalgyu i saved you for last cause i know this is gonna be a long ass paragraph.... ppl are gonna be dying to scroll past this so i wanted to make sure u were at the end. saving the best for last yk 🫡 hannie you have changed my life. like from the day i met you my life was completely changed. it felt like i had finally found my missing puzzle piece?? the best friend that i never had was finally in my life. and my life has never been the same since. everyday when i wake up, i text you. my brain is just "hannie hannie hannie hannie hannie hannie" that's all it is now. when you weren't able to text me for 3 days, i felt like my world had stopped. i couldn't think about anything else, i couldn't sleep. at this point, i need you to live. i need you to be able to function. you are the reason i kept writing. you are the reason im alive. and you will always be my favorite person on this entire earth. i'd choose you over everyone and everything in a heartbeat. it's not even a question at this point, but i know the answer is gonna be you every time. i know this isn't an accurate number of the messages i've send to you, but just on discord, in 2023, i've sent you 183,422 messages. i'm sure ive sent thousands on instagram, and hundreds on other social media too. if you ever stop talking to me, i'll literally find u. LIKE U CANT EVER LEAVE ME CAUSE UR STUCK WITH ME FOR THE REST OF TIME >:( i'll start sending you daily emails pretending to be car insurance or smth like idk ill think of smth... anything to keep you as my best best friend for eternity. i know i say that i don't believe soulmates exist, because the idea of romantic soulmates is a little too fantastical for my realist mind. but since meeting you, i can say for certain that platonic soulmates do exist. we fit together so perfectly, i couldn't imagine anyone else as my best friend.

i remember one time before i met you, i tried to make an irl friend here and my dad said "i hope that you'll find your diana". obviously they didn't end up being your diana, but it's fine. because i did find my diana. you are my diana, and i am your anne. if i could spend the rest of my life talking to you, it'll still not be enough, so please keep talking to me in heaven or something.... the beomgyu to my taehyun, the jeonghan to my joshua, the sejun to my subin, the hoyoung to my gyehyeon, the wyatt to my yuto, the anton to my sohee, the taesan to my jaehyun, the yechan to my wonsang, the chanhee to my changmin, the jeongin to my seungmin, the moonbin to my rocky, the jo to my yuma, the jake to my jungwon, the theo to my jongseob, the taehyung to my hobi, the hwiyoung to my hwiyoung (what), THE HWIYOUNG TO MY DAWON (there we go), THE TAEYANG TO MY HWIYOUNG (even better), the jihoon to my minhyun, my one and only hannie. i love you more than anyone and anything. even though we're so different, we work so well together. we have different biases, and different habits. different religions and different plans for our lives. but we both have plans to meet each other, and i know it'll happen eventually. my life won't be complete until i can run up to you at the airport and give you the biggest hug. i'll probably start crying when that happens since i'm crying just think about it. i won't let go of the hug for maybe 5 minutes because i need to make up for all the hours spent that i couldn't give you a hug. i don't usually like hugs, but giving you one is all that i want to do. there's been so many times where i wished i could hug you. whenever you're struggling or feel depressed, whenever you feel hopeless and lost and uncared for and unloved and overlooked. i just want to hug you when i hear about them, because even though i don't know how to help you in those times, even when i don't have the solution, i know a hug would make things just a little better. when we eventually get ourselves a little apartment with a couple of cats, you can always come to me for a hug when you feel down. i'll bake you some brownies or cookies and we'll watch some kdramas together. we'll reminisce to old kpop songs from our childhood (like... srr SUGAR RUSH USH SUGAR RUSH USH SUGAR RUSH USH UH) and we'll eventually be old porch grandma's still bopping to txt's emo songs. i'll spend my teen years with you, and my adult years with you, and when i'm old and wrinkly, i hope you're still by my side. cause i don't want anyone else as my best friend. only you. pls don't cry while reading this cause ik you might AND I DIDNT MAKE THIS W THE INTENTION OF MAKING U CRY BUT LIKE IT MIGHT HAPPEN..... i rly rly love you. seriously. i love you so much. every memory i've made with you in 2023 is precious, and i know we'll make millions more in the years to come. please stay my best friend for the rest of time, because i'm never going to get sick of you. i love you the most, i hope you know that <3 i hope this is a good paragraph cause i forgot everything i wrote at this point, i don't really plan to write this much but whenever it comes to writing an appreciation for you, i always have more to say. you're my favorite person in the entire world, so ofc i would never run out of words to describe how much you mean to me. please be happy in 2024 and talk to me a lot <3 we'll meet each other for real soon and share a long hug together. until that day, let's continue how we are 🫶

happy new year to you all!! i hope 2024 is filled with love and joy and happiness <3 i love you all very much!! - zanna

#happy new year #i love you all #slytherinshua 🍰

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yarrystyleeza · 2 months

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Ok actually I didn't have to think long, lol.

What would your ideal first date with Mikey (aka our favorite Irish mob daddy) consist of??? 👀

I am really really REALLY sorry it took me (5) months to finish this piece, a lot of stuff was going on (my life was a complete mess, still tho). But since it's Valentine's day, I HAD to post something, and what's better than a date with Mikey for a Valentine's gift?

Something else I had to say, is that I had no idea how to write HCs—which is the vibe that I got from your ask (hehe), so, I improvised, and made up a whole story of what would your first date with Mikey would be (with a back story as well).

That being said, let's jump right into the act! And thank you, thank you, thank you, so much, for submitting this request and for your patience, please enjoy! 💖💖💖

It's Always Raining In Dublin (M.K)

Requested by @loveroftoomanyfandoms

Pairing and dynamic: Michael Kinsella x female!reader (reader is a bookshop owner), strangers to friends (?) to lovers

Prompt: fluff, first date goes wrong but then perfect, rain, rain, and more rain.

Word Count: 4.3k!

Writer's note: this was supposed to be finished back in September, which was five months ago, but I was struggling for a while with both a terrible writer's block and life and then BOOM I got the inspiration to finish it. Also, this is the very first time I ever write anything for Michael, so I'm a little nervous, I hope it's good enough though.

(I proofread this almost a thousand times WITH my bestie as well, so if there's anything wrong with the grammar and/or the lexical content, we were really exhausted and couldn't see shit—we're sorry T-T).

It was a rainy morning when you truly met him, it rained almost everyday in Dublin but that day was a core memory. You had just unlocked the door of your little bookshop and started to sort things out before your costumers arrive.

Usually, your first client doesn't show up before nine-thirty in the morning, which gives you spare time to dust off the shelves and pick up a big cup of coffee from the nearby coffeeshop down the street—in this never-ending autumn.

That morning was no different. It was pouring heavily but you're used to opening your shop on rainy days, it's always raining in Dublin anyway, and if you had to take each rainy day off—you'd end up with a couple of fingers on your hands as you count the days you worked on per year.

You were organizing the children's books section when you heard the sweet chime of the little bell hanging on your front door. It was barely eight and you happened to just finished your coffee and breakfast, getting ready to start your day. But it began earlier than you expected it to.

Your costumer was a man, you assumed he was in his early forties, maybe for the dark thick beard that covers most of his face. His face was strangely familiar to you, you just couldn't exactly remember when it was when you saw him.

But you're sure that this was the prettiest face of a man you've seen in a while. His greenish hazel brown eyes sparkled like a kaleidoscope with a hint of an exquisite permanent-sadness, and his flushed skin and dampened hair glistened due to the torrent outside.

You felt your breath stuck in your throat for a moment before you could clear it to speak.

"good morning, sir, how may I help ya today?" you faced him fully and your skirt swirled—following your motion with a swoosh in the air, you catch him glance down at it for a second before returning his eyes on you.

"I... The book ye suggested ta me the other day..." he starts gently and the memory comes back rushing immediately. You remember that warm tone, you had indeed met this gentleman before.

A week ago, he came over to your shop and you recall how lost he was in his search for the perfect book to read. And you, being a bookworm, and also the owner of this little corner bookshop— you had to help him. You gave him a suggestion for a book out of his box—out of his comfort readings.

And from the gentle look on his face, you suppose that he liked it.

"I'was grand," the man smiles softly and the corners of his eyes crinkle a little, you find yourself grinning back at him.

"Ye finished it quickly!" you commented in excitement and he looked a bit puzzled, a smile softly drawn on his lips with a little crease of confusion. It was adorable.

"I mean—I'm glad t'was grand that ya finished it quickly." He lipped a silent "oh" before his cheeks burn red as he smiled and his eyes almost disappeared.

"Are ya here for another book?" you asked when the silence fell on the place, raindrops kept knocking on the glass front nonstop, music to your ears with this handsome man smiling and radiating joy to your eyes.

"Ye can say that..." his voice was quiet but you can hear it in this downpour noise, he tilted his head to the side and shrugged, and it was impossible for you to not aw at it.

"How about we go with somethin' even newer for today?" you suggested, he nods to the side with a little smile, you walk and he follows you down the aisle.

"Romance or crime and mystery?" you stop at the novels sections, "pride and prejudice, I guess ya must've heard of it before," you pick the book off the shelf, he gently takes it from your hand and examines the cover thoroughly with his amber eyes, and he looked so interested.

"Or, we can go with Agatha Christie's illustrious murder on the orient express," you take the book and hand it to him, "or... Take a whole new genre and check Mary Shelley's horror Frankenstein? It's one of me favorites," you hand him the third book after strolling down the aisle a little more.

The man looked puzzled now, he seemed interested in each one of these books. But you patiently wait for him to speak.

"Have ya made up yer mind yet, sir?" you ask.

He shrugged with a sigh, raising his brows high, "they all look grand— can't lie t'ye," he answered.

"They are— but I can make ya an offer, I'll give ya the three books with the price of one and a half—and in return, ye're gonna write me a review of each book to add to me list of reviews and suggestions here on me wall," you tilt your head to the side, eyeing his beautiful features and almost forgetting you were waiting for his answer.

"Tha' seems grand ta me," he chuckled.

"I'm glad it is!" you walk him back to the cashier check, you get back behind your computer to scan the books and add in the discount.

"That'll be 18.46 after the discount," you lean against the wooden surface with your arms supporting you up.

He nods and hands you the money. "There ya go--" you're about to hand him the change. He shook his head, "no, keep tha change, miss..." he cuts you off gently, looking down at the little pin with your name on it.

You tell him your name to catch his eyes back up and he nods with a little smile, "Michael." he says, only taking the receipt and the paper bag of books.

He turns and makes his way to the front door, "Michael?" you loved the sound of his name rolling off your tongue. He stops and turns with a puzzled face, "thanks fer the tip," he smiles and you can see the blush on his face a mile away. He leaves and you watch him take a turn to the right before he disappeared under the northern downpour.

The next week, Michael shows up at your shop's door on a Saturday afternoon, a big smile drawn on his face. You were dealing with a little kid trying to choose a book, you turn to see him and he immediately waves at you, a little sweet grin splits the darkness of his thick beard. "Ya can take the book now, pet, momma's gonna send me the money later, 'kay?" The two of you watch the little kid waddle out of the shop.

"Sorry t' interrupt yer work," he says as he crossed the distance between you. You shake your head, "at all, Michael. How was yer read? Which book did ya read first?" you asked, leaning against the shelves.

He smiled wider when you said his name, almost startled to speak. "Um, the-- the mystery one, murder on the orient express," he answered.

"And did ya like it?" you ask him again with enthusiasm and butterflies crowding your lungs. He rubs the back of his neck with a sigh and an apologetic smile. "Ya don't seem like ya liked it, did ya?" you chuckled.

He scrunched his nose and tilts his head to the side, "the ending was unexpected at all ta be honest with ya," he shrugs.

You nodded and hummed to his answer, "Christie is never expected, that's why we love her," he nods back.

You notice the two paper cups of coffee he held in his hand when the smell of freshly baked-and-brewed coffee beans hits your nostrils. You were so confused why you never noticed it before, maybe you were distracted by Michael's presence as a whole, or his always-glistened ambers if you were specific. Michael notices the confused smile on your face. "I— thought I should bring ye coffee, as a thank ya."

Your smile grows with a blush as he hands you a cup, "thank ya, Michael, that's truly sweet of ya," you coo, his face blushes and shyly drops his eyes to the ground.

The sky thunders and you nearly jumped out of your place, both of you stare at the other and you burst out laughing. "Did that scare ya off, pet?" Michael asked with a worried smile, you kept giggling.

"Not really but... It was... Unexpected?" you answer after taking a deep breath.

"Like Christie?" he chuckled, you burst out laughing.

"Like Christie."

The weeks turned into months and Michael began to show up more and more often, and you eagerly waited every morning to see his shiny hazel eyes and his beautiful smile, one that you keep daydreaming about until he steps into your shop with two hot cups of coffee.

He turned from a regular client—to be a resident of this little bookshop. Michael started to stay in with you and help you organizing and monitoring the place—he would even help the little kids in choosing their books, too.

Once, you found him sitting on the oak floor, the little boys and girls gathered and sat around him, while he narrated a children's book. Your heart melted at the sight, and luckily that wouldn't be the last time.

The kids would come into your shop asking you if uncle Michael was there to read for them; Michael was now a part of your place, and you're happy to have someone like him to keep your company.

One evening —after three months of seeing each other daily— when the sky was cloudy and the sunset light was becoming less visible. The weather broadcast had warned about an upcoming rainstorm tonight—so you had to call it a night and leave.

You made sure everything was in the right place and order before you left. You put your autumn coat on and stuff your phone inside your purse. You take the keys out and you make your way towards the exit. Michael was waiting for you by the front door. Both of you get out of the shop and you turn to lock it up.

Michael calls your name gently in a tone barely louder than a whisper before you head on your way home and it makes your stomach churn in the most beautiful way.

You turn to look at him, he's shifting in his place, hands stuffed inside his leather jacket pockets and face all flustered and burning red. "Can I walk ye home tonight? It's a lil' darker than usual, I'd be worried 'bout ye, pet," he asks, voice so desperate. Your heart skips a beat—but it comes back pounding.

Your smile doesn't leave your face and it starts to hurt your cheeks. "Sure thing, Michael, I'd love to," you nodded, he grins and his eyes crinkle and his orbits shine.

The sky darkens but you could still see the perfect smile on Michael's face, little raindrops started sliding against your skins and it was a scene out of a painting, so magical and calm.

You make it to your place and you exchange goodbyes. You watched him walking down the concrete path and disappeared behind the brick wall.

You made your way to your doorstep, almost taking your keychain out when Michael calls out your name, you turn to face him, he's all soaked in water but his beautiful grin never left his face.

"Can I take ya out fer dinner tomorrow night?" your jaw dropped and your head screamed 'yes, yes, yes'.

"Yes! Yes, y'can, Michael!" you could barely make out his silhouette as your grin almost shut your eyes. He's almost jumping in his place, he sighs with a big smile.

"I'll pick ya up tomorrow at seven, is that grand fer ya, pet?" he shouts.

"Of course, Mikey!" you shouted back.

You walked into the warmth of your house soaked and giggly, you ran upstairs straight to your bedroom to plan an outfit, you didn't care about messing up the carpet, you'd deal with that later.

You quickly made up your mind about a floral day dress you had bought recently and you recall thinking of Michael while buying this dress.

You guess he's going to love it, he usually complimented you when you wore dresses and let your hair down and that's what you're going to do.

You took the next Sunday morning off as you started to prepare yourself for the date, pampering yourself with all the skin and hair care products you can find in your house.

You wanted to look perfect for him.

You felt overwhelmed with happiness, making up the scenarios of your evening. Where will he take you out? Is it a fancy restaurant or a local diner? What would he bring you? Flowers definitely, he's a flower-gifting man, as you realized, it was definitely his way of showing affection. He brought flowers every couple days for the shop.

Now it's nearing seven and you happened to just finished your look. You put on your dress and you fix your hair, adding a little floral accessory to the side of your braided bangs. You looked stunning, you hoped that you'd give the same impression to Michael.

The doorbell rings as you slipped into your heels, you look at your mirror for the very last time tonight before opening the door. He looked so fine though he wore his shirt and trousers casually with his leather jacket. You could kiss him already.

His eyes stayed fixed on yours for a brief moment before he exhaled with a stunned smile. "Y—ya look magical, pet," he breathed out and it made you turn completely red.

"I tried me best..." you shyly drive your eyes away and tuck a stray strand back behind your ear.

"Y'don' even have ta try, love, ye're always lookin' good," he shyly says and you could see his cheeks prickling red as he drove his eyes down to his shoes.

"I um... Brought ya these," he revealed a bouquet from behind his back, it was of red roses. It matched your dress perfectly. His head tilted to the side with a smile as he handed it to you.

"They're so wonderful, Mikey, loved them, thank ya," you take the bundle. "Ya look great too, Mikey, loved yer shirt," you had to compliment him, he deserved it.

His face reddened beneath his beard, "thanks, love."

"Ye're ready, aren't ya, love?" he asked with a smile.

"I am, let me get me purse and coat first—"

He shook his head, "take yer time, pet," he countered.

You turn behind the door and take your coat off the hanger. Sliding inside it, you take your purse, grab an umbrella and widen the little crevice of the door to pass outside.

Michael hesitantly held your hand but when he noticed how you instantly wrapped your palm around his—he intertwined his fingers with yours, with no plans on letting go.

You walked down to the main street where Michael tried to stop a taxi for the two of you. "We don't have to take it," you stopped him with a gentle hand on his back, he was a little confused, "I'd prefer walking with ya, Mikey," you explained yourself. A big smile breaks the darkness of his beard and you could swear he beams at you.

As you strolled down the concrete path, the sky thundered vigorously, the voice rumbled and echoed in the air, and it wasn't long before it started dropping tears upon the two of you.

You could see Michael's face turning dark, he cursed under his breath, you rubbed a pat onto his bicep, and pulled the umbrella over your heads, offering him a soft smile. He smiled back but you still felt how uneasy he was.

"It's okay, Mikey, I love walkin' in the rain," you comment, and that kinda eases the tension of his demeanor.

The walk is silent, and you could still feel him timid as you held his forearm, you know he can't control the weather, but you don't really mind if it's sunny or gloomy, as long as you are with Michael, it's all what matters to you.

The two of you made it to the restaurant, and Michael's face turned even darker. A sign on the glass door reads 'electricity outage, sorry for disturbing' was hung on the glass door. You turn to look at Michael, his eyes are glaring with fire.

The receptionist types something on his phone and sticks it to the glass, "it's coming back in a few minutes, we're working on the issue, we truly apologize for such occurrence... See, Mikey? We can wait a few more minutes," you smiled back at him, but Michael wasn't really buying it.

He gulped and closed his eyes, huffing out a stream of hot air. "It's okay, Mikey, we can go somewhere else if ya don' wanna wait..." you suggested.

He shook his head, "no, I booked us a table in there a week ago and I ain't takin' ya anywhere less than that!" he tried to remain calm but his tone was getting angrier, "I can't let this day go wrong like tha'!" he expressed, wiping his mouth and tugging onto his beard, something you noticed he does whenever he feels tensed.

You rubbed his bicep and squeezed it a little, your hand unconsciously walk up to his face and you scratch his thick beard. He smiles a little, but his eyes are glistened with tears like glass balls.

Things weren't going his way, for years and years, and today he wished he could finally do something he wanted. You didn't mind if you got the chance to dine at the restaurant or took your date home, what you only cared for was Michael's presence with you. But to him, it seemed like today too is going wrong and he has no clue how to fix it.

And you truly hated to see Michael angry or sad, he doesn't deserve to feel any of that. He's a sweetheart, he never put you down, so you have to keep him up.

"Have I told ya about the one time I almost died?" you ask him, and he clearly shifts demeanor to your question, you hide a smile waiting for his answer. Your ways might be effective after all.

He shook his head with knitted brows, you nodded and hummed. "Well, that day, I was picking up coffee from the shop I'm a regular for," you start, and you notice him directing all his being to you, "that day, me favorite waiter wasn't there to get me order, and another one got it," you leant onto the glass, after getting closer to him so the umbrella would cover the two of you better.

"But, when me order arrived, it was a wrong one, and I was really mad, I told the waiter to change it, but he couldn't, they can't give the drink to someone else and they're not allowed to throw it away," you got closer, and Michael was so integrated into the story.

"So I had to accept it, but I was still so angry at that, I wasn't seeing things clearly, and I was crossing the street and a car almost hit me!" you tell animatily, Michael was shocked.

"Ya didn't hurt yerself pet, did ya?" he was worried and you loved his face when he was.

You huffed a chuckle and shook your head, "I didn't hurt meself, and didn't spill me coffee either, and when I arrived to the bookshop and took a sip of it, I discovered that it was so much better than me regular order," you shrugged, Michael smiled but he wanted to know more, "and now it's me new regular."

Suddenly, the lights came back, as the night had already fallen. Michael's face lit up a little and you grinned to that. You walk into the place and the receptionist leads you to your table with plenty of apologies. Michael helps you into your seat and settles down his, released a breath he wasn't aware he was holding.

You reach out for his hand across the table, pulling him out of the cloud forming over his head. "It's okay, Mikey... We're inside now," you offer him a smile, he smiles back, you rub his knuckles with your thumb.

A waitress approaches your table with a note in hand, Michael took a deep breath and looked up at her. She asks for your dinner of choice. You look at Michael, informing him that you want him to order for the two of you, that you want what he wants.

"Two Seared Scallops with Pomegranate and Meyer Lemon," Michael answered after taking a glance at the menu then you. You nodded with a smile.

The waitress nods and takes her way back to the kitchen. Michael smiles at you, but his face drains of all blood when he sees the waitress approaching your table with an apologetic smile. "We truly apologize, sir and ma'am, but we're out of scallops and they won't be arriving today. Ye're gonna have ta change yer order," she tries to break the news as gentle as possible.

Michael is frustrated, his thick brows are firmly knitted over his gentle eyes, you caught them lose their shine, and you had to do something about it.

"It's fine, we can have steak, mashed potatoes, and wine, right Michael?" you had to give him a choice too. He looks up at you, you tilt your head to the side with a soft smile. He nods.

"Alright, two steaks... How d'ya like yer steak, ma'am?" the waitress asks. "Medium well," she nods to your answer and turns to look at Michael.

"And how d'ya like yer steak, sir?" you sneak your hand and place it on his, sending a supportive smile his way. He respires, "same as hers." he answers.

The waitress nods and walks back to the kitchen once again. You turn to face Michael, "I wouldn't mind if we never ate here, I just enjoy sitting with ya, Mikey," you hold his hand, he almost sobs, you reach out for his other hand, now fondling both of them. "It's you Michael, I ain't here fer the fancy dinner or the expensive wine, I'm here fer ya Mikey baby."

He finally smiles. "Thank you, pet," he whispers. You shake your head, "t's notin', Mikey."

Another waiter arrives with a tray of wine and globular glasses. The waiter pours your glass first and turns to pour Michael's—when he accidentally smacks your glass and he spills it onto your dress.

You hiss at the sudden cold wetness, trying your best not to curse or cry—because you too feel the world isn't working its best way with you today.

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath and trying to stop the tears from forming.

The waiter keeps apologizing, and you already know how Michael's reaction might be without even opening your eyes and looking at him.

But you can't let this day go bad, you still have a chance to fix it, you can make it 100% better with your reaction, you can stop the chain of bad occurrences.

You open your eyes and look up at the waiter, "it's alright I... I just need a towel..." he rushes back to the kitchen. You grabbed a napkin off the table and tried to absorb the wine spilled on your dress.

"Tha' fuckin' idiot..." Michael curses.

You chuckle, "it's okay, Mikey, me dress is red, it won't change notin', I'll be fine."

Once you made sure most of the dampness was gone, you readjusted yourself in front of Michael, wearing a beaming smile on your pretty face.

His eyes fondly meet yours and you're flustered, looking down at the silverware displayed on the table.

"How are ya like tha'?" Michael asked, resting his cheek in his palm. You looked up at him, and he's got the sweetest smile you've ever seen him doing. His eyes beautifully sparkled to the golden lights of the candles.

"Like what?" you answer with a question. He gestures at you with his chin.

"How're ya such a beam of light?" you turn red at his question, "how are ya, after all tha', still smilin' and tryin' ta make it work?"

"Well," you swallowed with a smile, "bad things won't stop happenin' t'ya, Mikey love, that's somethin' ya should keep in mind, but they can't stop ya from looking at the bright side of it all." Michael furrowed in participation.

"Y'know? I'll never get a chance ta make that day perfect more than it is now," you simply say, "and if I would get a chance ta fix anythin', I wouldn't, because it's already going perfect f'me."

The two of you spend the rest of the evening on nibbling and chattering. Your dress was now cold and sticking to your thighs but you didn't mind, the food turned stale and cold but you didn't care; as long as it was Michael with you, you didn't mind anything else in the world.

Michael pays for the dinner and accompanies you to the exit. The two of you look outside, the rain is heavily pouring over the city, and it's loud enough you could hear it from behind the glass door.

You turn to look at him, he smiles and nods, pushing the door and escorting you with an arm wrapping you to his side.

You step into the street under the rain and you're immediately showered. You snicker, holding Michael's hand and looking at him, your eyes asking him to join you. Michael giggles as he follows you, now holding the two of your hands softly as the skies decanted its whole heart on the two of you.

"Y'know ya can't wait for the rain ta stop. It's always raining in Dublin anyway, Mikey." you whisper, he smiles and cradles your cheeks and he pulls you into a kiss, warming your hearts under the cold downpour.

Likes and reblogs are appreciated, thank you for coming to my sleepover celebration! 💞💞💞

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gleasonlovesjasontodd · 3 months

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this is my update for my real life jason todd and ignore if you don’t care i use the tags so people can find the updates and yes people actually care about the updates anything that’s rude you will be blocked

so this happened on tuesday and i was in the car with him and he was taking me to the fabric store and he was on the phone with his dad and they were arguing (so jason and bruce coded 😭) and he was smirking like when guys get mad or annoyed and he did THAT TOUNGE THING GUYS DO WHEN THEY ARE MAD so i leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek idk why i was texting @millyhelp when it happened and she said kiss him and i was like good idea and then he hung up on his dad and pulled over and kissed me and it was gentle and sweet and then it got kinda rough and it was very hot 🤭🤭 and his hand was playing with my shirt and he then he pulled away and smirked at me and then his hand was on my thigh for the rest of the car ride and it was even better cause he had a black vintage leather jacket on

i got him a kindle because he is my bookworm like he loves books more than me and i didn’t think that was possible i got him a pair of shoes those cool looking adidas and then some candy because who doesn’t like candy

he gave me a sweet nickname i don’t wanna say what it is yet but it’s very cute a couple of my mutuals know what it is

i cracked my neck a little (it’s a long story but i’m okay) and he took care of me last weekend and brought me chicken noddle soup specifically the one with thick noodles the best kind

he gave me the best advice because i overthink and get nervous in my fashion class because i’m too nice to people and let people walk over me and he was telling me all this very good advice and telling me that i am a amazing creative designer and to not listen to those girls because my stuff is better which made me laugh

i met his best friend and his best friend girlfriend and she came up to me one morning and said girl i want you to know that he is head over heels for you he would not stop talking about you and he has photos of you he loves you more than anything (which made me so happy that he had pictures of me i always think that is the cutest thing)

he invited me to a valentines gala which i got my dress today and i love it so much

here you go @in-som-niyah

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yellow-berrys · 1 year

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commitment | sirius black x reader

summary: maybe growing up makes you unsteady. (slowburn, but written super fast bc i’m not patient enough LOL !!)

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There were rushes of rose petals everywhere in the school. The soft, silk-like surface grazed against your fingers every time you reached a hand out to disrupt their patterns of hearts and proclaimed messages of love from one student to another. It was Valentine’s Day, and you loved it.

Even though there was no one to celebrate it with, you did like the blushing boys acting as if the flowers their partners presented them with didn’t make their year. And the pretty pink peonies that sat in the vase on McGonagall’s desk. Her husband had given them to her.

Sirius Black thought he had made it clear enough. He threw pointed glances at you, but you just blinked back at him, turning back to your conversation confused. He thought it was a good contrast to his usual air of nonchalance, of unbotheredness.

A candy that landed in your hands signed off with his initials had been poached by Peeves, but you saw the three letters. S.O.B. You thought it had stood for “Society of Business”, and laughed the shameless, blatant advertising off.

As he sat next to you in class making constant conversation and throwing in the most obvious flirts, your ears simply glossed over them. He was infinitely flattering and infinitely smooth, but he was like that with every single girl, even the ones he never had any interest in.

You, knowing he couldn’t be serious, didn’t mind. In a couple hours, he’d be flirting with someone else.

—

“Does she even know I exist?” Sirius flopped onto James’ bed, eliciting an annoyed grunt from the latter.

“Probably not,” James replied, “That or she’s bloody oblivious.”

A quieter voice piped up, “She just knows your reputation, Sirius. I don’t think she wants to get hurt if she believes that you like her and then she turns out to be so wrong.”

Peter’s comment left a silence in the room.

“Insightful, Wormtail,” James agreed.

Sirius groaned into a pillow. “What do I do?”

“Dunno, Pads, I’m no maestro, I’m still failing at wooing Lily.”

“Maybe you need to be more obvious, Pads,” Peter advised, “Be more forward, make an effort.”

“I am.”

“More.”

—

So Sirius did. He asked one of your friends for your timetable, which they gladly gave him, giggling.

It was labelled with thoughtful things like “McGonagall’s favourite flowers are pink peonies.” And “Slughorn enjoys pineapple crisps.”

“So, what’re you planning on doing with it, Mister?” She asked him and if he was embarrassed or nervous, he didn’t show it.

He said coolly, “Remus needed it to consolidate the times for prefect duties. He’s at the library right now.”

She giggled again, “Sure, sure. Run along, Ravenclaw house needs me to change the riddle.”

He bumped into you on the way to the library, after seeing LIBRARY written in your handwriting underneath the last class for today.

You weren’t headed to the library, but away from it, and collated your things which had wobbled in the jostle, smiling politely at him. “Evening, lovely.”

“The evening is quite lovely, isn’t it?” You replied confusedly at his poor phrasing, “Remus isn’t in the library, Sirius, it’s far too beautiful of an evening for even a bookworm to be cozied up in the library.”

“I wasn’t looking for Remus,” he smiled at you, pearly white teeth flashing and dark grey eyes looking so, so, sweet.

“Oh, well I must let you be on your way then,” you clutched your books to your chest and regained your steps.

“Don’t. Let me hold those for you.”

“They’re not that heavy.” You still held the books out for him.

“I’m sure, lovely,” he says as he takes them out of your loosened grip.

“How was Valentine’s Day?”

“First, no, second Valentine’s that I’ve third-wheeled Peter and Mary.”

“Really? Set your eyes on someone, have you?”

“Matter of fact, I have.” Your eyes sunk momentarily in thought, a sadness forming and dissolving within you. You sort of liked Sirius, despite all the girls and the glamour. He was harmless underneath his cold front.

“Damn. I would’ve never thought of the day Sirius Black, Gryffindor casanova with the sparkling grey eyes and stoic attitude, would settle,” you joked.

“Well you can think now,” he insisted, “And you know the girl.”

He hoped you might’ve connected the dots.

“Sally, Polly, Harriet…” you rattled off name by name, and to no avail, because you never saw that special glint in his eyes.

“A little closer to home.”

“Marlene?”

“One day you’ll get it.”

You huffed, “This is stupid. I’ll never get it.”

—

“Why doesn’t she know, Moony?”

“Pads, you can’t expect her to, it isn’t so obvious on her part at least.”

“I swear I’m making it as obvious as I can!”

“Really? Because you’re being pretty secretive about it all.”

“Am not!”

“Maybe you’re just not ready, Sirius.”

And Sirius thought about it. He surely was ready to love you, but he wasn’t ready to outwardly express that.

“It’s okay if you’re not comfortable with it yet, Pads. Feelings are complicated, and these ones especially are all so new to you.”

“Maybe I’m not ready yet. Is that- is that okay?”

“It’s perfectly fine.”

—

“Would you, like, commit though?” Your friend asked, head in her boyfriend’s lap.

“I don��t think I can. Having another person rooted deeply in your life makes it harder to navigate it freely. I enjoy the liberties of being young, and I don’t want to give that away.”

“Your…admirer…would you date him if you knew who he was?”

“I don’t think so, why, I’m barely old enough to form coherent thoughts, I can’t establish a relationship this young. My prefrontal cortex is still developing!”

The boyfriend chimed in, “He’ll wait, I’m sure.”

“He doesn’t need to,” you smiled wistfully, “This will just be a fond memory I’ll look back on and say, ‘Wow, it sure felt nice’ to my grandkids. I’m not ready and that’s perfectly fine.”

—

Through the rest of your years at Hogwarts, you kept on receiving random but thoughtful gifts, things in your favourite colours, patterns, catered to your hobbies. As Lily grew closer to James you found yourself around Sirius quite a lot. He had grown even prettier than last summer, you thought, he looked more relieved, less reserved. His hair curled into little tendrils and his grey eyes had lightened a little.

When you graduated, directed right into Auror training at 17, you and Lily agreed to share an apartment right by Hogsmeade, where Lily was training to become a professor. And as the war approached steadily, Lily soon received her position in Potions, and her and James moved to be a little closer to Hogwarts. She found out she was pregnant and became anxious about how close the war would breach so she moved to the establishment with the highest level of protection- Hogwarts. You were shipped to Albania, barely twenty years old, in the rocky, unsteady terrain, fighting the Death Eaters. The battle lasted for a year, and it ended in a Ministry victory. It was a ghastly matter but the Minister had ensured many hundreds of doctors, therapists and psychologists were hired to keep you safe. The Death Eaters treated their own forces terribly, resulting in a rebellion and eventual dismantling of the force. Voldemort had left a lightning scar on Harry Potter, who was to be heavily connected to him, but He Who Must Not Be Named was killed right after.

You didn’t come home a different woman. Maybe you had changed a little though. War had toughened you up but the scars had been healed nicely on your body. Perhaps you had also grown up. Most importantly, after seeing so much lack of longevity and mortality in Albania, all you desired was steadiness.

After being promoted to Head Auror, your role became managerial and consistent, and at the ripe old age of 21, barely old enough to drink, you reunited with Lily and the Marauders. Peter, you realised, was now in Azkaban for his crimes. Sirius still looked the same, he modelled for famous magazines, clothes brands and looked painfully similar to his Hogwarts years. Remus was enjoying a peaceful life in Wales with Tonks, a fellow Auror.

You always blew by pictures of Sirius sultrily staring into the camera, clad in a trench coat worth thousands of dollars, or shirtless. It made you miss him, the soft underneath the cold, the warm underneath the hard. It made something in your heart yearn for the first time just to look into those grey eyes again. It also made you irrationally angry. They didn’t know the best side of Sirius, they knew this side.

—

As you did sweep past large posters and flashing screens, you made your way to the ToysRUs. Harry was turning 2 in the next week and you were looking for a fake broomstick. As your fingers brushed along the plastic of a toy guitar, a deep voice boomed, “Sweetness? Is that you?”

You looked around and met familiar grey eyes, the owner smiling so gently as he ran a hand through his hair. Pink rose onto his cheeks and he stumbled ever so slightly whilst striding up to you. He stopped before you, stalling, and there was a moment before he was scooping you up, hugging you till you couldn’t breathe.

“I can’t believe you’re back, darling,” he whispered, and your heart swelled, “Marlene, she’s back!”

Oh and your poor heart, falling faster than your head over your heels. Of course Sirius had someone now, he would always have someone anyways, just never you.

“So I was right in that conversation,” you murmured, and he grinned.

“Were you?” He felt much more confident and ready for commitment. He only hoped he might be able to win you over.

Marlene appeared, grinning and you screamed, tackling her, squealing in her ear.

“Why can’t I get this reception?” Sirius asked.

“Black, you’re the one who facilitates it. It’s always been like this, I remember,” Marlene winked at Sirius who scowled handsomely.

“Oh Marls, I’m so glad to be back, for heaven's Albania has not a single charming view. It’s all rubble now anyway. At least the beast is gone. It’s all done. Harry’s safe, James is alive and can inherit Monty’s shampoo business. How are you, Marls?”

Marlene smirked, very feline-like. She really hadn’t changed.

“Perfect. Sirius and I are sharing an apartment and I’m just about to move out. Say, why don’t you move in? Sirius bought it anyway.”

“Yeah, I could, I’ll pay rent too,” you nodded towards Sirius, who pulled Marlene aside. It made your heart ache.

“Marlene, we didn’t agree on this.”

“Dorcas and I are moving in together anyway, I’m doing you a favour.”

“I’m going to be flustered 24/7! They do shoots at my house, you know? I’ve got to look put together.”

“You’ll be fine. Keep shopping with her, I’ve got to run.”

“Marlene-“

“C’ya dude.”

As she fled the scene, she winked at you and you turned to Sirius.

“Anyway, how are you, Sirius? Jeez, you look exactly the same as you did five years back.”

“Fine, lovely, modelling and all that.”

“Just all that? You own your own apartment, Sirius, you’re 21. That’s amazing!”

“What about you, sweet thing? Heard you’re working in the Ministry now.”

“Not the politics side, just the Auror department. Did you hear? Rowan Gregory…”

You eased into your old conversations, and your eyes settled on a beautiful mini broomstick.

“That one?” You looked up at Sirius.

“That one.”

He took the broomstick off the shelf and grinned at it, “Jimmy’ll love this one.”

“Lily won’t,” you laughed, “I’ll go get some books.”

As he stood there dumbfounded, a worker stacking boxes grinned at him. “Whipped.”

“Like cream,” he replied, smiling back.

“You might want to tell her,” the worker nodded and he just shook his head, “Am I really not being obvious enough?”

“What enough?” You reappeared, carrying a stack of books.

“Let me take those,” Sirius interjected before the worker opened their mouth.

“They’re not that heavy,” you sighed, even though your grip had loosened and you were already handing him the pile.

“I’m sure.”

You smiled to yourself. He really hadn’t changed much.

—

You felt trapped in this party, the flashy colours flamboyant for your taste and intriguing music nothing you could snob about.

So you slid into a room, presumably the host’s. You didn’t even know why you were here, you were tagging along with Lily to this party that everyone had been raving about. Sirius was here, and so was James.

Lots of couples stumbled into the room, before running out, as they saw you gloomily looking around. One flicked you a twenty dollar note and told you to “have some fun, babe,” before she left with her boyfriend. You sat on the floor, properly exhausted.

Knocks on the door followed and you were surprised at the person’s politeness. “Come in,” you say and they stride in.

It was Sirius. He hadn’t been drinking, partying or dancing too hard.

“Hey,” you greeted.

“Hey,” he offered you a little mug of hot chocolate, “Gracie said you weren’t feeling very well.”

You grimaced, “Gracie was correct. Return the twenty to her, will you? Say she can keep it for her honeymoon to Madagascar.”

He pushes it gently back into your palms, “I will. Do you want to talk?”

“I just don’t like this party, I guess. The music reminds me of Albania.”

He replied with a thoughtful, “You know, this is my apartment.”

“It’s nice,” you say genuinely.

“Yeah.”

And Sirius felt lame. He really couldn’t do anything with you looking up at him, eyes burning with interest.

“I can’t do this,” Sirius groaned, “Do you like me or not?”

“I- of course I like you, Sirius,” you reply, delicately.

“No, do you have feelings for me?”

“I might.”

“Do you?”

“I like you, okay?”

Sirius sat there frozen and you sighed, waiting patiently.

“I couldn’t- I couldn’t like you.” Immediately his eyes snapped open, “Wait- that’s- no, that’s not what I meant.”

“That’s okay, it’s okay, it’s fine,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him, before exiting quietly.

—-

You never told anyone about the incident, moving in with Sirius seamlessly. But you buried yourself in work and friends, trying to ignore the way your heart ached whenever you saw him. This would just be like the school days, and those had passed eventually.

You almost had forgotten about it all when you received a text message from him.

Meet me at Bonnie’s Cove.

At the same time, Marlene wrote to you;

We need you at Bonnie’s Cove.

Bonnie’s cove was a lovely expanse, filled with inky orange and crimson hues as the setting sun waned into the pearly whiteness of the moon. The masts of boats were illuminated by the constellations of the navy sky, and rails guarded the rocky shores from passerbyers.

Your hair was whipped by the evening gusts of dry wind as you stared into the distance. You would have never imagined your life taking this certain turn of events. You were tapped on the shoulder gently and swivelled to find Sirius, an earnest look on his face, donning the most beautiful ochre coat.

He leant over the railings, hair falling and quickly being swept back.

“I wanted to clear up what I said the other day.”

“You don’t need to, Sirius, really,” you reply quickly, smiling, “I’ll be over it in some time.”

“No, when I said that I couldn’t like you, I only meant another thing.”

You sighed.

“I meant that I have feelings that are too elaborate to be just like. I love you, and I have since we were sixteen.”

“Sirius…”

“I know, I messed up, and I’m sorry, but I’m being serious,” he paused, his eyes slates of authenticity, “If you will,” he adds with a tiny upturn of his lips.

You stand over the railings, and it feels liberating as you see him against the sunset.

“What do you want to do now?” you speak softly.

He seems to regain himself, “Maybe a date or two,” he reciprocates your quiet tone, “Or a hundred. We can go from there, take it slow.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah.”

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m0rbidmacabre · 6 months

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Kinktober 2023 - Day 22 – Threesome

Terzo X Dew X Reader

Summary: Terzo sends Dew to find the new sister that has just arrived at the Abbey to invite her dinner. You find Dew the more interesting proposition and accept just because Dew will be there too.

Warnings: Threesome, Oral Sex, Chaos. It Might be love.

Notes: this is long, and no i am not sorry. haha.

BELOW IS NSFW

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Terzo was ever the flamboyant chaotic Papa, he oozed charm and charisma. Leaving many siblings and ghouls wanting to share his bed. When he wasn’t on tour with the ghost project, he was often found seducing his next bedding partner. Terzo loved the company of others especially when it meant he could get what he wanted from them which was more than often sex. They were always fully committed to pleasing him and he just as much to them, leaving many of the siblings yearning for nights with the young Papa.

Dew was on guard duty for Terzo today, the fire ghoul loved his Papa, he really did but he often couldn’t take listening to whatever conquest Terzo was currently committing. Dew was the most ambitious one out of his pack, he oozed the ‘go away’ angsty feeling to the outside world but he had a glint in his eye that said he could make you his at any moment, should he want too. He spent most of his time with his loyal pack mates and Papa. They were enough for him. This was fairly common for fire ghouls, he had the strength, the angst and the loyalty of his pack and this was all he needed. Dew had been told about you from the other ghouls in his pack, the one Terzo was currently trying to bed, and it piqued his interest that this might be a challenge for him. He was told you were different to his normal conquests, it had him intrigued enough to place a bet with Swiss on whether Terzo would be successful or not.

Today was just like every other in the abbey, it was a slow day. Terzo had just met you, a new sister of sin to the church, you were a bookworm and spent 90% of your day in the library helping out the other sisters with sorting ancient texts and Terzo was fascinated by you, you didn’t understand why. Maybe it was because you were a new form of pray, and something he had never had before. He first noticed you during a midnight mass he was heading, the moment came for unholy communion and as you were going to your knees before him, when you lost your balance and nearly fell in front of the whole clergy who was watching on almost losing your habit in the process but you made a quick recovery, one that made Terzo smile. He noticed you were not graceful at all, as you took the communion, maybe it was the fact you had almost ended up on your arse in front of the gazing eyes looking on. It fully amused him and from that moment he knew that he wanted to get to know you better.

“Dew,” Terzo called out from behind his desk “Would you mind running a little errand for me?”

Dew looked at him and replied “sure, boss. I could do with stretching my legs anyway, what do you need?”

“Please could you go up to the library and see if the new Sorella is there? And if so, could you ask her to join me for dinner in my quarters? Tell her to dress nice” Terzo beamed

Dew rolled his eyes. “Sure, I guess so” . He didn’t sound happy about it. Despite the fact he had been a clergy ghoul for some time now since Terzo summoned him. He hated interacting with humans, they were simple beings to him, beings that were too fragile to his liking but being one of Terzo's ghouls this was unavoidable.

When Dew arrived at the library you were stood towards the back in the restricted section, trying to clean some of the dust that had gathered on them. It was a dirty job, but you loved working with books and where pleased to have been asked to help out in the library even if the dust set off your allergies.

You were stood cleaning one of Primos ancient books from the restricted section that was clearly older than anything you had ever seen before, the leather of the spine was cracking, and it had a thick layer of dust settled on it, you were deeply immersed in your work, not paying attention to your surroundings. Dew noticed you and slowly made his way towards you.

“Sister,” he said as he reached you. You didn’t hear him, Dew sighed in annoyance. “SISTER, excuse me?!” he repeated loudly this time, shocking you out of your work. You lifted your head to see the fire ghoul standing in front of you. He was handsome, striking. He had his shirt-rolled up to his elbows and the tight

jeans didn’t-leave much for the imagination. Not your average ghoul. You met his gaze as you rubbed your nose that had been assaulted by the dust leaving it looking like you had been heavily crying “Erm... Hi?? Dew, right?” you blushed. He nodded his reply. “Sister are you ok?” he said shocked at your appearance, trying his hardest to make it sound like he didn’t care, but failing . “I’m fine Dew, the dust... I have allergies” you gave him a soft smile as you sniffled.

“Ok, ok...” letting it go but still looking concerned for your well-being, remembering why he was here he proceeded “Papa asked me to find you, he wanted to know if you would join him for dinner tonight in his private quarters”

You looked at him, thinking for a second. Did you really want to be another of Papa's conquests? You had heard the gossip from the other siblings about how free-thinking Terzo was about taking people into his room. Often siblings saw it as a rite of passage into the church but from what you could tell it also brought jealousy from his previous partners.

“Will you be their Dew?” You answered, not wanting to deny your Papas company.

“I’m on duty all evening sister, I will be with Papa till morning” his eyes glinting at you in confusion at your answer.

“Ok then” you smile, maybe Dew will be able to protect you from the clutches of Papa Terzo. “Tell Papa to send you to meet me at my room at about 7? I would feel more comfortable if someone accompanied me, I’m still not sure where I’m supposed to be going”

“I'm sure that will be fine sister, oh. He also asked that you dress nicely. Whatever that means” Dew smirked at you.

You scrunched up your face in embarrassment and let out a slight giggle. You weren't one to normally dress nicely, you where normally covered in dust, or had some sort of questionable dirt on you.

“See you at 7 Dew,” you said to him. Dew nodding in agreement, turned on his heels and headed back to Terzo’s quarters to give Papa his answer.

Arriving back at the room Dew was thinking to himself and wondering why you were so interested to know if he was going to be with Papa this evening. Thinking about it more he did find you a little attractive for a human even though your face was all red from the dust, the others had been wrong about you... Maybe you weren’t Papas normal type of partner, but you were his, Intelligent, well kept, a little shy but with a quirky spark to you.

“Papa, the sister accepted your request. She asked if I could accompany her here from the dormitory's this evening and she is still unaware of where the Papel suites are. She said about 7pm. Is that ok?” Dew said a little comfortably to Terzo as he walked back into the office coming to a halt Infront of the desk.

“Of course, Dew, we wouldn’t want the Sorella getting lost now would we” Terzo grinned, looking like he had just got all his presents at once on Christmas morning.

As evening rolled around Dew had had a pretty noneventful day, he spent most of it wondering about why you would be so intrigued in him, but he was trying to not let his thought distract him from his work.

“Papa, I should go collect the sister” Dew said looking up from his watch

“Ok Dew, don’t be long... I’ve had word that dinner is almost ready, it’s Fettuccine Alfredo if she asks ” Terzo replied.

Dew leaves and heads towards the dormitories, he picks up your scent the moment he reaches them and can almost tell what room you were in. He sighs as he approaches the door, shakes off his nerves and knocks. Opening the door Dews eyes widen as you stand there a long plunging black dress, your hair flowing freely over your shoulders settling just below the breasts.

“Oh HI Dew” you say gleefully. “How did you know what room I was in, have you been following me?” you smile the cutest smile, trying to make him smile.

“Ghoul nose, we can often pick up scents of people we are common with” He smiled.

“Oh, I read about that when I was doing some research. It’s pretty cool” You smiled

She had been researching Ghoul behaviour? Why would she do that? Dew thought to himself. Dew trying to keep his mind calm, just smiles at you in reply.

“Shall we? We wouldn’t want Papa to think I was trying to make him wait” you giggle.

You walk towards the outer grounds on the way to the Papel suites together, “So Dew, what interests you? What makes ghouls tick? I’d love to know more” you say to Dew as you interconnect your arm into his.

Dew looks down at his arm as you wrap yours around his and looks shiftily at you. “Well, we are all different. Me personally, I like to read, knowledge is power after all and I also play guitar in the ghost project, both are equally important to me”

Thankfully for Dew, you had just arrived at the Papel Suites as he answered you, you look over to him as he opens the door to the room for you. “Sister, please...” He says as he guides you into the room. Removing your arm from his, hoping Terzo didn’t see that his date was wrapping her arm around his, not that Terzo would be upset but Dew didn’t want to push him.

“Ahhh Sorella, you’ve arrived. You look stunning, sister” Terzo says gleefully, taking a small bow Infront of you being ever the showman. “Please, come with me...” He takes your arm and guides you through to the dining area. You take a sly look backwards to see where Dew was standing, noticing he had stood beside the door with his arms crossed. Looking ever the picture of strength.

Terzo walks you to your seat and pulls out the chair for you “Sit sister, please” he says to you as you sit, and he pushes the chair in for you. Smiling as he walks to his seat and sits himself down.

“Thank you, Papa,” you reply, as you pick the glass of wine up that was already waiting for you. You take a look around the room and notice that it is filled with art from all decades. “This room is extraordinary, the detail in the artwork is just stunning” you smile, trying to make small talk.

“Si, if these walls could talk sister. They would have more than history to talk about” He smiles behind his wine glass, flirting already.

Dinner arrives and is placed in front of you, “Mmmmm Pasta” you smile gleefully, thinking you’ve just hit the jackpot. Pasta is one of your favourite dishes. Terzo smiles at your little cute exchange, and he noticed Dew was smiling too. Terzo knows Dew well enough, they had been bonded for a while now... He had never seen you smile at a human before. This was Terzo who never missed anything when it came to human interaction, not when it was someone he wanted to bed.

Terzo looked at Dew and shot him a smile “ Dew, would you like to join us?” Dew looked over and notices the carnal smile on Terzo’s face. Dew starts to wonder what Terzo is planning.

“Not while I'm working Papa” Dew replied “Please, please Dew... It's fine... Sit" Terzo said.

Dew walks over to the table and sits down knowing full well that Terzo wasn’t going to let this go, “Wine, Dew?” Terzo says to him.

“No Papa, not tonight” Dew replies waving off the wine glass he was offering.

“So, Sorella... How was your meal?” Terzo turns is attention back to you.

“Beautiful Papa, I couldn’t get enough.” You smile and shoot a look at Dew who was sat with a stern look on his face.

Terzo smiles “As I bet you are aware sister, my reputation for having sisters in my Papel suites is quite the talk of the Abbey. I have a proposition for you both, would you mind if Dew joined us in my suite this evening? “

You look at Dew wanting to see his reaction “Well Papa, its eccentric to think I would want to join you in your suite tonight. What makes you think I would be one of those sisters?” you smile that sweet smile that Dew saw earlier. Dew likes the way you pair your naughty side with your sweet side. An angel in the skin of a demon.

Dew smirks behind his hand knowing full well you are trying to torture Terzo, and it was hilarious.

Terzo's Eyebrow lifts in intrigue, the smirk still on his face he decides to start questioning you “Well sister, why would you have agreed to join me otherwise? Was It Dew, was that the reason you agreed?”

You push back your chair and stand to your feet and move towards Terzo, stopping right in front of him. “Maybe it was Papa” you say twiddling with his collar, and casting a glance at Dew as you move into kiss Terzo. Kissing Terzo passionately, you look at Dew. “Maybe he interests me” you reply. Dews eyes widen as you he watches your heated exchange with Terzo that feeling of carnal lust forming in his stomach.

“Dew, come here” Terzo shoots a look at Dew. Dew gets up and stands behind you in front of Terzo.

“I have a few rules of play” Terzo glances at Dew. The ghoul tilts his head and listens “You don’t cum inside her, that’s for me tonight. I am her Papa. You can make her orgasm as many times as she can handle. Si?”

Dew nods in agreement and takes a step closer to you placing his hands around your hips, taking in your scent he dips his head into the nape of your neck and kisses you hard, all the way up to your ear, lapping his tongue around the most sensitive part. He’s been wanting to do this all evening since he saw you in your dorm and you can feel his heat. You let out a little moan, to let Dew know just how much he excites you. Terzo with wide eyes stood watching from between your legs as the ghoul devours your neck and he moves in to kiss you. He kisses you deep, and hard and rolls his tongue into your mouth... As if to tell you without words that even though Dew is here, your Papas tonight. You return your tongue, sliding it over his as Papa pulls back. His pants now tented with his clear lust for the both of you.

Terzo meets your gaze, as Dew slides your dress down your shoulders leaving you naked. He continues to bite and nip at your neck, hoping he is soft enough not to leave a mark. Dew was worried, his strength was far more than a human and he was losing all his senses just from feeling your naked butt against his groin. “Sorella, you are stunning” Terzo says with a wicked smile , “Isn't she Dew?” He asks the ghoul. Dew lifts his head from your neck and moves his hands to your ass “Yes Papa, she is” as he catches a cheeky squeeze. You smile through doe eyes. “Dew, do you think we should stay here or move to my bedroom” Terzo asks “Bedroom Papa” Dew replies grunting as he feels you push back onto his cock, and he quickly turns you around and kisses you lifting you, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you to Papa's suite. Terzo follows, giggling the smirk ever present on his face.

Dew lays you down on the bed, you run your hands over the silk sheets underneath you as Terzo lays down next to you and Dew stands kneeled between your legs. Terzo moves into kiss you, moving his hand to your breasts and rolling your nipple around between his fingers, feeling you arch your body into his kiss. Terzo lifts his head up, continuing to move your nipples around in his fingers and looks at Dew knelt watching the whole correlation between you, Dew was rubbing his pants knowing full well he wanted to be free from the confines of his jeans.

“Dew, go ahead” Terzo says to him. Dew grunts moving in to kiss your knees and down towards your core. He slides his fingers through your slick and finds your clit and begins to rub in circle motions. Matching Terzo’s speed with your nipples. Terzo leans back into kiss you and proceeds to bite. Leaving another mark on the other side of your neck to where Dew had left his. Dew moves in, licking your clit with his rough tongue, sending your senses flying as his spit and your wetness collide. You can feel yourself building, Terzo and Dew could see it too.

“Dew, how does she taste” Terzo asks. “Amazing Papa, the best ” He grunts into you as he slides a finger inside you, sending you into your first orgasm of the night. You begin seeing stars as you reach for Dews hair to grab onto pulling him in ever so closer just to chase that high. Dew pulls away as Papa Drags Dew to the side of him and they both kneel next you kissing as hard as they possible could; Both still intently high from your orgasm. Papa moves to the button on Dews jeans and undoes them for him, helping release the ache he's feeling. He then turns to his own pants and unbuttons them, removing them as Dew removes his own. You lay and watch them, heated intently.

Papa looks down at you, clearly itching to catch his own release. “Sister are you ready for me” He asks you. You look at him, nodding. “On all fours, please” He asks nicely, positioning himself behind you. Dew moving to face you, while Terzo Runs his fingers up your back. “Please Papa” you beg him. As he thrusts inside you, just as quickly as you moan. Your eyes roll back as he does, trying to keep your eye contact firmly on Dew. Dew moves closer pushing a finger into your mouth, letting it slide around your mouth and returns it to his cock and places your saliva around his cock that was already glistening with precum.

“Dew, Please, my mouth” You moan through Papas thrusts. Dew complies moving his cock into your mouth, and you begin to take roll your tongue around him as you feel his hips arch pushing himself even deeper into your mouth. Terzo picks up the pace thrusting even more, chasing his own lust as he pushes deeper to find your sweet spot. You moan against Dews cock, as Terzo hits it. In that moment both of them lose all sense of reality and thrusts and push into you. Dew reaching his peak first pulling out of your mouth before he cums. Grabbing his cock in his hand with a swift speed he finishes against his hands, moaning for your head as he leans into you to steady him as he cums. Terzo’s thrust get harder and faster, just as your orgasm builds again, and you both reach your orgasm together. Terzo filling you with his hot liquid, that you clearly earned... You all lay on Terzo's bed trying to catch your breath as you notice Dew move closer to you and grab your hand.

Maybe the fire ghoul had more than an interest in you or maybe this is the start of something interesting. Dew didn’t care, he just needed you.

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(Diaper) Changes to Patreon + 4000 Followers

Hey everyone,

About a year ago, I announced my Patreon at a time when I had less than 2000 followers. In that time, my follower count has more than doubled to 4000 followers! Thank you to everyone who continues to support my writing, either here or on Patreon.

To celebrate the anniversary, I wanted to offer more to the people who have supported me monetarily on Patreon and offer incentive for Tumblr users to join the club on Patreon.

So, I've added two new tiers to my Patreon and with those, comes new ABDL stories!

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Ascendance of a Bookworm (29) Part 5 Volume 8 Chapter 1

This translation is not supposed to replace the official releases of the light novel series and is purely made for my own entertainment. Please purchase the official light novel when it becomes available!

Joining forces

After finishing my discussion with Dunkelfelger and discussing the treatment of Justus and Eckhart with Sylvester, I left Sylvester's office and joined Cornelius, Hartmut, and Lieseletta. Since I wasn’t feeling confident yet that I would be able to walk swiftly with the elegance expected of a young lady, I formed my highbeast and got in. We were in a hurry.

"I have secured Dunkelfelger's assistance. We are leaving tonight.” I declared, before asking, “Oh, and before I forget, do you know what became of the archducal family meeting?"

Cornelius nodded and quickly explained, “Florencia required all the attendants and knights in attendance to sign a magic contract that prohibits them from further spreading the confidential information you accidentally spilled in the spur of the moment. As people were signing the contract, we received an ordonnanz from Aub Ehrenfest relaying that you secured Dunkelfelger’s assistance and would be leaving for Kirnberger at midnight and that he would be leaving for the Royal Academy at once. I presume something else happened on your end?”

I nodded, "I shall explain the details later, but it's not bad news."

It would be foolish to discuss the arrival of Justus and Eckhart right here in the hallway. After skillfully preventing Cornelius from making any further inquiries with a smile, I turned my gaze to Hartmut, who was walking on my other side.

“Hartmut, please inform my guard knights to gather in my room at once.”

“I presume you wish to hold a strategy meeting?” Hartmut asked with a calm and collected face. “I have already contacted everyone. I informed them time is of the essence, so even those who were stationed at the temple should be arriving about now. I told Roderick and Philine to stay as they are.”

Somewhat taken aback by his efficiency, I involuntarily did a double take at Hartmut.

"...w-well done."

“I am glad to be of use to you, Lady Rozemyne.”

As Hartmut had predicted, everyone was already there when I returned to my room. However, it did not escape my eye that the knights who had rushed over from the temple still seemed slightly out of breath.

“Um, Lady Rozemyne. Hartmut informed us there was some kind of emergency…”

"Yes,” I said. “I know this comes rather suddenly, but I'm going to attack Ahrensbach’s foundation tonight.

"……excuse me?"

The situation had changed considerably since this morning. It was not something I could have predicted either, so their reaction was to be expected. I quickly explained the current situation to those who hadn’t attended today’s meeting. That Ferdinand lay collapsed in Ahrensbach’s replenishing hall, that Georgine would likely use this opportunity to invade Ehrenfest, that I would be going to Ahrensbach tonight to rescue Ferdinand, that I secured Dunkelfelger’s assistance with the help of Sylvester, and that Justus and Eckhart had arrived at the Royal Academy and would join us later.

There was no denying it, this was an emergency. As everyone's face tightened, I started giving instructions. There was little time until departure.

"First of all, for my attendants, I ask that Lieseletta and Gretia accompany me to my Library. Ottilie and Bertilde, please stay here and pack my highbeast-riding clothes, shoes, and any feystones and magic tools in this room I might need. Also, since I shall be taking dinner and a nap at my library, please arrange to move my personal chefs as well.”

“Lady Rozemyne, how many people shall be having dinner at the library tonight?” Ottilie asked. “I believe it would be wise to prepare extra ingredients as well……”

As I looked around and started counting, Lieseletta quickly stepped in.

“Ottilie, please pack as many ingredients as possible. I shall check with the chefs at the library. If it turns out we don’t have enough, I shall contact Lady Elvira. It seems Lord Eckhart shall be returning, so I’m certain she will be happy to cooperate."

Ottilie and Lieseletta had quickly divided the work between them. So, I moved on.

"When you are done, I would like you to assist Florencia, Charlotte, and Brunhilde to collect information and prepare for Georgine’s invasion.”

"Understood," Ottilie smiled. “Better not waste any time then”, and immediately got to work. Bertilde, yet unaccustomed to my reckless behavior, hurried after Otillie in a fluster.

“Then, Lady Rozemyne,” Lieseletta asked. “Would you like Gretia and me to go to the library and assist Lasfam with the preparations to receive our guests?”

"Yes, indeed,” I replied. “You are very perceptive, Lieseletta. Eckhart and Justus shall be having dinner with us and taking a nap as well. I will leave the preparations to you."

"Understood. Since there is little time, we shall go ahead,” Lieseletta said, then added, “Oh, and please don’t accidentally send all your retainers off on errands. Be sure to keep a guard knight to accompany you to the library.” before leaving the room with Gretia.

"Hartmut and Clarissa, I would like you to distribute the magic tools and rejuvenation potions you have made so far, and after that..." I began, but I was interrupted by Clarissa.

"Please rest assured!” she enthusiastically declared. “We have prepared enough magic tools and rejuvenation potions to last us. So, we can leave at any time. Once we have distributed everything, Hartmut and I shall take turns to take a nap."

Setting aside Clarissa, a scholar of the sword from Dunkelfelger, it surprised me that she thought Hartmut would be included as a member of our invading party as a matter of course.

“It will be difficult for you to manage the magic tools and potions loaded inside your highbeast by yourself,” Hartmut pointed out. “Even more so if you wish to distribute them to Dunkelfelger as well. So, please allow me to tag along, so you may focus on rescuing Lord Ferdinand."

"...I appreciate the offer,” I replied. “But I do not believe this battlefield is a place for scholars to go." As I folded my arms and slightly tilted my head, contemplating whether he would do all right on the battlefield despite lacking any ditter experience, a smile appeared on Hartmut’s lips.

“Oh, do you truly believe that to be the case, Lady Rozemyne?” he asked in an amused tone. “Aren’t you an archduke candidate and a scholar apprentice yourself?”

"Ugh... Time is of the essence, if you slow us down, I will leave you behind!” I declared in frustration, unable to argue with him.

Hartmut smiled calmly in response, “That won’t be a problem since I will be riding inside your highbeast, Lady Rozemyne, to manage the magic tools.”

"Just leave it to us!” Clarissa proclaimed. “…I suppose it’s time to fully demonstrate my true strength. I have traveled from Dunkelfelger to Ehrenfest without rest once before!"

……NOOOO! That’s not something to be proud of!

Since I wanted to increase our stock of antidotes as much as possible before departure, I decided to let Hartmut and Clarissa do as they wanted and sent them off to the library. Then, I looked around at the knights who would be accompanying me to Ahrensbach.

"Laurenz, since you are still a minor, you have a choice,” I said. “Would you prefer to come with me or stay here?"

“I have given my name to you, Lady Rozemyne,” he stated with a bitter smile. “Please do not leave me behind.”

As if on cue, Judith’s hand shot into the air, "I don't want to be left behind either!"

However, as things were, I could not give her permission to accompany me. Knight apprentices were not allowed to work outside the noble’s quarter to begin with. For my sake, Sylvester had made an exception and included the temple to be within their scope of action. He had also given permission to bring them along should I be visiting their birthplaces for work. However, invading another duchy was most definitely not on the list of allowances given.

"Judith, since this is an emergency situation, you will need your father's permission. I cannot bring a minor to fight a battle in another duchy without their parent’s approval.”

"Why! ... I will send him an ordonnanz at once, to get his permission!" Judith exclaimed with teary eyes, before rushing out of the room.

I took this opportunity to give orders to my guard knights.

“I would like all of you to take turns going to the knight’s dormitory to have dinner, take a nap, and prepare for departure. Damuel will be the only adult knight to remain in Ehrenfest.”

My guard knights gave Damuel a surprised look, then gathered to discuss their rotation schedule. Damuel was left to stand on his own. I softly tugged on his cape and handed him a sound-blocking magic tool.

"I want you to stay here, because there is something only you can do."

“Lady Rozemyne?” Damuel asked cautiously.

“Please protect my family,” I said. “They are more important to me than anything else in Ehrenfest. Georgine and her lackeys kept contact with the former high bishop. So, there is a chance she knows about my family and their whereabouts in the lower city. She may have realized they are my greatest weakness.”

If one carefully studied the circumstances surrounding my entering the temple, Charlotte’s rescue, my connections in the lower city, my choice of exclusive craftspeople, and my trends, it would be abundantly clear who were the most important people in my life. Considering that Georgine was planning to sneak into the temple and seize the foundation, as the high bishop, I was probably the biggest obstacle in her way. Objectively speaking, taking my family and the Gutenburgs hostage would be the most effective way to block any resistance on my side.

"Damuel, I cannot ask this of anyone else. You are the only one who knows. Please."

“Understood.” Damuel sighed. “… I made the same promise to Lord Ferdinand after all.”

"To Lord Ferdinand?"

As the question left my lips, Damuel gazed into the distance, presumably in Ahrensbach’s direction.

“Before he left for Ahrensbach, he told me I would become the only one who directly knew you from your shrine maiden days.”

Both Sylvester and Karstedt knew that I was a commoner as well, but when I was still an apprentice blue shrine maiden, we had only met face-to-face a few times, not daily. Even though Ferdinand had given them reports on my life in the temple, they likely did not fully understand how much I cared about my family.

“Therefore, he ordered me to protect your heart, Lady Rozemyne,” Damuel continued. “He also told me to keep tabs on Hartmut’s information-gathering activities, to keep him from stepping out of line. A truly unreasonable request, if you ask me."

Damuel looked down at me with a bitter smile. I suddenly realized his face was a lot closer than it used to be. Back in my shrine maiden days, our eye levels had been completely different.

......when we first met, I only reached up to Damuel’s stomach. I couldn’t look him in the eye unless he kneeled.

As the thought crossed my mind, Damuel kneeled before me. Rather than making eye contact, however, I could only see his brown hair.

"I suppose that as your guard knight, I should advise you that staying here in Ehrenfest is the safest option…" Damuel paused for a moment. Then he raised his head and looked me in the eyes. “Take care, Lady Rozemyne. Stay true to your desires and be sure to save Lord Ferdinand. May you have the blessing of the gods.”

"Thank you, Damuel. You are truly a knight of the finest sort."

As Damuel returned the sound-blocking tool and left the room, Cornelius gave me a curious look.

"Where is Damuel off to?"

“He is off to protect my most important things. Damuel is a guard knight too, after all,” I smiled. “Have you decided in what order you will take your naps?”

After confirming the knights' rotation, I headed to the library.

“Lady Rozemyne, I have been waiting for your return. I heard about Lord Ferdinand…”

As soon as Lasfam finished his greeting, he quickly came over to inquire after Ferdinand. He must have heard about it from my retainers who had arrived earlier. Anyone would get anxious upon hearing that their Lord was on the verge of death far away in another duchy, let alone a name-sworn retainer. Until now, I had rarely seen anything but a smile on his face, but today Lasfam’s expression was stiff, his green eyes betraying his inner turmoil.

“I understand your concern, Lasfam. However, I have obtained permission from Aub Ehrenfest to invade Ahrensbach to rescue him, and secured assistance from Dunkelfelger. I also expect Justus and Eckhart to arrive here by sixth bell."

As we walked toward my room, I inquired Lasfam about the status of the preparations.

“Are the guest rooms for Justus and Eckhart ready? The number of people eating dinner here has increased significantly, are there enough ingredients? Have the chefs arrived yet?”

As I rattled off my list of questions, Lasfam assured me the preparations were proceeding smoothly.

"I was hoping to have everything ready before they arrive,” I said, then added, “And if I inquire after the situation in Ahrensbach over dinner, that should leave sufficient time to prepare any additional things we may need.”

"Understood. I will have everything ready by sixth bell."

I noticed the tinge of unease had disappeared from Lasfam's voice. So, I added another task to the list.

“Also, if possible, please contact Eckhart and Justus’ family homes to see if any of their clothes are still left in Ehrenfest. I presume they did not have the chance to bring any.”

Lasfam nodded, “In that case, I shall prepare a change of clothes for Lord Ferdinand as well. He may need it.”

As I entered my room, Lasfam energetically walked off, his mind focused on what needed to be done. Since my retainers were all busy taking care of preparations, I knew I would only get in their way if I started wandering around. So, I decided to do what I could while staying in my room.

First of all, I sent an ordonnnanz to Brigitte in Illgner to inform her that it was highly likely that Ahrensbach would use Ferdinand’s incapacitation to invade Ehrenfest, and that Georgine was likely to operate in the shadow. I also told her about the silver cloth, requested she gather information from the commoners in their province, and reminded her to stay in close contact with the other Giebe.

“Grandfather is ready to provide backup at any moment. If you notice any irregularities at the border, contact us at once.”

Brigitte immediately sent a reply, “We received an ordonnanz from Lady Florencia earlier, but she didn’t relay nearly as many details. I would like to thank you for the additional and valuable information. We shall keep in contact with the other Giebe and ask our citizens to keep an eye out.”

Realizing that the Giebe’s of the border provinces hadn't received much information, I sent an ordonnanz to Florencia telling her, “Please share more details with the border provinces, and request Giebe Gerlach and Giebe Gardun to have their knights tighten their defenses.”

With the ordonnanzes taken care of, I entered my hidden room and searched the book of Mestionora for a map of Ahrensbach. I hoped to learn the location of the border gate and the temple. My efforts were rewarded, as I found a map of the duchy and the blueprint that was used to build the temple, thus learning everything I wished to know.

……it went through hell to get it, but I'm glad I did. It's amazingly useful! Thanks be to the Gods!

I copy-pasted the map and blueprint each onto a sheet of magic paper that Clarissa had prepared, thoroughly pleased with the results of my search. Understanding maps wasn’t exactly my forte. I always had trouble figuring out my current position and the location of my destination, but I was sure that at least one of my knights would be able to read it.

With high hopes, I searched for a blueprint of the castle too, so I might determine the location of its replenishing hall, but unfortunately, nothing popped up. Since a castle’s floor plan would rarely be revised, about the only opportunity to see a blueprint of the entire castle was when Entwickeln was performed. Maybe it was in the part of the book that Ferdinand had?

“Seriously, why am I missing the most crucial information!?” I grumbled to myself.

There was no point in crying over it. Besides, Justus and Eckhart probably knew its location, so it didn’t really matter. So instead, I decided to copy-paste some magic circles that might come in handy.

After a while, the summoning tool glowed, indicating someone outside wished to speak with me. As I exited my hidden room, Judith reported, “I was told to stay in Ehrenfest.” with a disappointed face. Considering a parent’s feelings, I hadn’t expected anything else.

"If you think that accompanying me to Ahrensbach is the only job expected of my guard knights, you are mistaken. It is also their job to protect the people important to me who I cannot bring with me."

"That's true, but..." Judith’s voice trailed.

Invading another duchy probably seemed like a spectacular job to a knight. The difference in mindset between Damuel, who was working hard on a humble job, and Judith could not be clearer.

“To allow me peace of mind, Damuel has promised to stay behind and guard my loved ones,” I said. “Judith, I want you to work with Damuel to protect the temple and the lower city. My Gutenburgs will be essential if I ever hope to expand the printing industry. They are indispensable to me. Tell yourself, “I shall not allow Georgine in.” Do not compromise on that determination as you protect the temple and Ehrenfest.”

Judith had good eyesight and specialized in ranged attacks. Stationing her at the temple, and having her attack with bug bombs, should give even a noble-born lady like Georgine a good scare. That silver cloth would not protect her.

"Understood,” Judith acceded. “I shall guard the temple.”

As I continued preparing as I saw fit, sixth bell rang. Soon after, Justus and Eckhart arrived. I immediately left my room to welcome them.

“Justus, Eckhart!”

"...L-Lady Rozemyne?"

Seeing me all grown up, Justus froze in place, left at a loss for words. Apparently, Sylvester had not informed them. However, unlike Justus, Eckhart quietly turned his blue eyes to me and softly murmured, “Rozemyne, is that you?” Then, immediately moved on and questioned me on the current state of our preparations.

……Eckhart certainly cares more about whether we can save Ferdinand and how far our preparations have progressed, than my sudden growth. No surprise there.

His lack of reaction was refreshing and reassuring.

“We have already prepared everything you just mentioned,” I told him. “I also acquired Dunkelfelger’s assistance, and we shall leave to rescue Lord Ferdinand tonight.”

“Just as I would expect from my little sister,” Eckhart replied. “It’s clear you were educated by Lord Ferdinand."

Hearing the honest praise and seeing the sparkle of hope in his eyes made me very happy. Eckhart only ever praised me whenever I was exceedingly useful to Ferdinand. In short, I was doing an amazingly good job right now.

"...Aub Ehrenfest said you have some kind of plan. Is that true?"

"Yes, brother,” I answered. “I do have a plan. And with you and Justus here, the odds of success have significantly increased."

My biggest worry was that I didn't know the location of the replenishing hall, but with their help, I should be able to get there without getting lost. Eckhart nodded in reply, “Good.”

“Eckhart, how can you completely ignore how much Lady Rozemyne has changed?” Justus asked, exasperated.

“I do not care how much she changes on the outside,” Eckhart answered. “As long as she still cares about Lord Ferdinand on the inside, I am good.” Showing no interest in the situation whatsoever, he walked over to Lasfam. In his hand, he held a metal cage containing a single name-swearing stone. I guessed it was probably Lasfam’s.

"Even then, doesn’t it intrigue you?"

Unlike Eckhart, it seemed Justus wanted to hear more details about my rapid growth. His brown eyes were gleaming with curiosity, and he started squirming in place. He clearly wanted to know more, but was unsure how to broach the subject in our current state of emergency.

"Lady Rozemyne, what happened to your body?” Justus eventually asked. “I have never heard of anyone growing that much in such a short period of time, and into such a beautiful young lady not to mention."

As Justus slowly approached me, Hartmut slipped between us, saying, "I am glad you asked." His orange eyes were gleaming with anticipation, sending a shiver down my spine.

"I doubt anyone other than Lady Rozemyne shall ever be bestowed the privilege of a miracle like this. It proves beyond a doubt how truly blessed she is by the gods. This was a miracle granted by Anwachs, the god of growth! Please allow me to explain in great detail the workings of this wonderful miracle."

“Certainly, but do stop when Justus gets tired of listening," I said.

I expected even Justus would soon get tired of Hartmut. He was in the habit of looping same-sounding compliments and overreferencing the gods, making his explanations hard to understand. In fact, my closest retainers kept dismissing him, saying, "No thanks, you already told me that before.”

……unfortunately, their evasions only motivate him to come up with new ways to express his excitement, infinitely increasing the number of unnecessary compliments.

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dc-and-arfrona · 10 months

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TIm Drake x GN!Reader

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 1k+

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Summary: You guys meet when you are reaching for the same book.

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The library was my sanctuary—a place where I could escape the chaos of the world and lose myself in the world of words. As I wandered through the aisles, my gaze fixed on the spines of countless books, my mind already immersed in the tales they held within.

I reached the aisle that housed my current obsession—detective novels. Fingers tracing the titles, I selected one that promised to be a thrilling mystery. With the book in hand, I turned to leave, only to find myself colliding with someone—a stranger who had their eyes locked on the very same book.

Apologies tumbled from my lips as I steadied myself, embarrassment flushing my cheeks. "I'm sorry. I didn't see you there."

The stranger's eyes met mine, and a small smile played on their lips. "No worries. It seems we both have excellent taste in literature."

I chuckled, the awkwardness dissipating as a spark of curiosity ignited within me. "Seems like it. Maybe we can both read it and discuss our theories."

Their smile widened, and I found myself drawn to their presence. "That sounds like a plan. I'm [Y/N], by the way."

"Tim," I replied, extending a hand. They shook it firmly, and in that moment, something shifted—a connection formed between us, born from a shared love of books.

We settled into a nearby corner of the library, engrossed in our respective books yet stealing glances at each other from time to time. The hours slipped away unnoticed as the words on the pages transported us to different worlds.

Eventually, I couldn't resist the urge to strike up a conversation. "So, what brings you to the library today?"

[Y/N] looked up from their book, their eyes brightening with enthusiasm. "I've always been a bookworm, and there's something magical about being surrounded by shelves filled with stories waiting to be discovered. What about you?"

A soft smile tugged at my lips as I shared my own passion for books and how they provided an escape from reality. Our conversation flowed effortlessly, the words weaving a tapestry of shared interests and aspirations.

As the evening sun cast a warm glow through the library windows, we reluctantly closed our books, realizing that the library would soon close its doors. But before parting ways, I couldn't help but ask, "Would you like to continue our discussion over a cup of coffee?"

Their eyes sparkled with delight, mirroring the excitement in my own heart. "I'd love to, Tim."

And just like that, our stories entwined further as we stepped into the world beyond the library. Little did I know that reaching for the same book would lead me to a captivating stranger—one whose presence would forever leave an indelible mark on the pages of my own story.

Days had turned into weeks since that serendipitous encounter at the library, and my connection with [Y/N] had only grown stronger. The anticipation of our coffee date had filled my thoughts, and as the day finally arrived, a mix of nervousness and excitement coursed through me.

I entered the café, my gaze scanning the room until it landed on [Y/N] sitting at a cozy corner table, their smile lighting up the space. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped us as I made my way towards them.

"Hey," I greeted, my voice filled with a mixture of relief and eagerness. "Sorry, I'm not late, am I?"

[Y/N] laughed softly, their eyes crinkling with warmth. "Not at all. I've just been enjoying the ambiance and the anticipation of seeing you."

A wave of relief washed over me, and I took a seat across from them, the faint sound of music and murmured conversations forming the backdrop of our date.

We delved into conversations effortlessly, seamlessly picking up from where we left off in the library. Our words danced through a variety of topics—books, movies, shared interests, and dreams. The more we talked, the more I discovered how intricately our lives intertwined.

As we sipped our coffee, the warmth of the mugs seeping into our hands, I found myself captivated by [Y/N]'s presence. They had a way of making even the simplest moments feel extraordinary, and their genuine interest in my thoughts and experiences filled me with a sense of validation and connection I had never experienced before.

I couldn't help but gaze at them, the sunlight filtering through the café window casting a soft glow upon their face. There was a comforting familiarity in their presence, as if we had known each other for far longer than we actually had.

As the hours slipped away, laughter and shared anecdotes filling the air, I felt a blossoming affection deep within me. The realization dawned that what I felt for [Y/N] was more than just a passing infatuation—it was the stirring of something deeper, something profound.

In a moment of vulnerability, I set my coffee cup aside and met their gaze. "You know, [Y/N], spending time with you has been incredible. From the library to this moment, I can't help but feel that you've become an irreplaceable part of my life."

Their eyes softened, their smile widening as they reached across the table, their fingers brushing against mine. "Tim, I feel the same way. You've brought so much joy and warmth into my life, and I can't imagine it without you."

In that moment, the café seemed to fade into the background, the noise and bustle replaced by a shared understanding and the electricity of an unspoken connection. Time stood still as we acknowledged the depth of our feelings, the promise of something beautiful unfolding between us.

With hearts intertwined and the foundation of our connection solidified, we knew that this coffee date was only the beginning—a beginning that held endless possibilities and the potential for a love story that would be written one shared moment at a time.

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Coeur Noir~

⚔️For my Year of the Villains Collab

⚔️Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader

⚔️Genre: Hero/villain au, Medieval Au

⚔️Word Count: 5,364

⚔️Warnings: just two consensual adults having sex, lovemaking, praise kink kinda sorta, penetrative sex, yeaaaaaah

⚔️Rated: 18+ mdni, mentions of death(like seriously, a lot of character deaths), blood, physical fighting

⚔️Summary: You are a hedge knight about to turn the world upside down. You have a plan to join the Kingsguard and in order to do that, you must defeat Jongho, the captain. Playing a game of revenge is a dangerous game, and one you might not win in, considering the way Jongho looks at you...

⚔️Dedication: @mejuii @downtoamagicalland my beta readers whom will make my ego so impossibly huge that I will never be able to be humble ever again >< sorry for the tears. and also to Jongho, since this is my first fic of his, i wanted it to be amazing!

"Jongho."

It was the way you said his name, sometimes, that made him want to lay down his sword forever and let you take care of him. It wasn't that his life wasn't fulfilling. It was that it was lonely. And you ate away at his loneliness like you were a bookworm in an ancient library. You were the demon that sucked all of his negative energy and left him with only good. He woke up one day and found that you had poisoned his heart with love and he didn't want anything else.

"Jongho?" You quirked your head at him, "Am I here on my own or are we going to fight?"

Jongho focused his eyes and broke into a gentle smile. "Oh, we're going to fight. You're going to lose again, but we'll still fight."

You laughed under your breath. "No, I think today will be the day I win."

Jongho didn't look so convinced. "What makes today special?"

You smiled, like you knew something he didn't. "That it is today."

Jongho rolled his neck, moving his shoulders in his practice gear. "Okay then. Show me why today is special."

You raised your shield, placing your short sword on the top. "No crying when you lose."

Jongho laughed, a short barking noise that made the corners of your lips lift up. "It's funny you think I cry."

You shrugged. "Oh, I'm sure you cry. In the right circumstances, of course."

Jongho unsheathed his sword, a large bastard sword that he pulled from his back. His muscles bulged as he held it aloft but it did not appear to be a struggle for him. "Disarm me. Disarm me and I'll introduce you to the King. That's what this has been about the entire time, right?"

The two of you began to circle each other. One foot carefully put in front of the other, knees bent and grace winding you in an endless circle. Your eyes were on Jongho's head. Where his head went, as did his body. You would wait for him to strike because he always did. Jongho wasn't much on defence. He didn't need to be.

He lunged and you dodged. The first attack was always a heavy over-hander. You learned very quickly that raising your shield, even though all your instincts screamed at you to block, was not going to help you win. Half the time Jongho hit your shield so hard it left your entire right arm numb. The other half of the times you wound up on your knees and you were never able to regain the higher ground.

"Very good, Hedge Knight. You're much better than when you first got here."

You were a wandering knight. You had no master. You were simply hired on to solve simple lords problems for coin. You went where the money pulled you. Or that's what Jongho believed. What you had led him to believe. You wanted him to believe you were a nobody. It was better if the Captain of the Kingsguard believed that.

"Is that some jealousy I heard in your voice?" You said, the circling beginning again.

"Jealousy?" Jongho sounded genuinely confused. If you could focus on Jongho's face, you would see the way his lower lip made a sweet 'u' in puzzlement.

"You've known since the beginning what I'm here for Jongho. I made it very clear to you." Your voice was steady and level. You were attempting to be reasonable with a bear. At least the bear wasn't angry yet.

"Yes, I know."

Jongho never shouted before he attacked. Jongho never let you know what he was about to do. Many knights, soldiers, fighters, yelled as if they needed to verbalize the courage it took to attack. But not Jongho. He was big but he was silent. He was damn good too.

His blade came out of nowhere and you had no choice but to parry. His dark blade glided along your gilded one with a satisfying shing. Jongho was grinning now. "That was showy."

You smiled. "I figure, you should be entertained while you fight. Must be boring, fighting me every day for months now."

Jongho was confused again. "No. Are you bored?"

Your smile grew on your face. "No, Jongho. I'm not bored fighting the Captain of the Kingsguard."

Jongho grinned. "Are you flattering me?"

"You? The Bear of the Castle? The man who single-handedly helped the king regain his throne once he became of age. One of the seven who championed our good King into achieving his realm of peace and happiness? The--"

Jongho took advantage of your long winded speech, an uppercut swing almost taking the tip of your nose off if you had not taken a quick step backwards.

"Those are stories people tell each other during the night to entertain themselves." Jongho's dark eyes were serious now. "Don't believe everything you've heard."

You sighed. "I heard that you were the biggest cock that any wench had seen in every damn inn and town you visited. Should I not believe that?"

Jongho began to choke on his own saliva, completely taken off guard by that comment. You slammed into him with your shield, solidly knocking his sword out of his hands. You brought the tip of your sword to tap under Jongho's chin. "I win."

Jongho's eyes became stormy with an emotion that you had never seen in them before. You couldn't read him at this moment.

"You're not jealous. You're hurt."

Jongho broke your gaze and bent down to pick up his sword. He brandished it and then sheathed it. "Why would I be hurt?"

"I'm not so sure myself," You said slowly, as if you needed to chew on your words to understand them yourself. "You know I need a meeting with the King. You told me, not everyone is able to demand such a thing. You told me if I beat you, disarmed you, that you would introduce me to the king. You said--"

"I know what I said!" Jongho shouted.

You frowned at him. "Are we not friends? Have we not become comrade in arms while I've been here? Have I not put my all into these attempts? Have I not earned this in your eyes? Am I not worthy enough to meet him? What is wrong with me?"

"No," Jongho said this quietly. "Nothing is wrong with you."

"Then what is going on, Jongho?" You demanded. You took a step forward, sheathing your sword and placing your shield on your back. "Tell me."

Jongho took a step back. "There's a chance to have an audience with him tonight. I'll arrange it."

You let out a noise of frustration. "Jongho."

"I am simply a tool of his majesty. If he deems you another good tool to have in his arsenal, then he will invite you to be a part of the Kingsguard. You will no longer have to wander to earn coin. You could… remain here." Jongho paused to swallow. "You could put roots down."

You stripped your gloves off your hands and tucked them into the belt that held your sword sheath. You gripped the front of Jongho's boiled leather chest plate. "Talk to me Jongho."

"It would be good. For you to be a part of the Kingsguard."

"It would be."

Jongho blew out air from his mouth, moving the fringes of his hair. "It would be good to still be able to practice together. Every day. Like we have been. Still." His jilted sentences made no sense.

"Your help has been indispensable to my talents. Jongho, please, you must know how much I admire you."

Jongho's eyes flicked your way and then moved away again. "Admire?"

You licked your lips. "You didn't deny my previous statement."

"You made a lot of statements."

"Are you going to make me say it out loud again?" You asked.

"It's true," Jongho muttered under his breath, "They all say that."

"Well, then that's something else of yours I can admire."

That brought Jongho's back to yours again. The pure surprise was written all over his face. You started to laugh, you couldn't help it. "What? Is that frowned upon if I join the Kingsguard?"

Jongho began to stutter. "Well that's--I mean no, not necessarily--but!"

"Jongho."

Your voice steadied him. He settled, standing a little bit straighter. He held his breath as your hand cupped the curve of his cheek.

"Tell me."

"I thought… I thought you wanted to get to the King. I thought you wanted to get close to him. I thought I was the means to the end. I thought--"

Your voice became chilly. "Did you think I was looking to become Queen?"

"He won't, you know. He had one love. She died before he became King. He'll never love again. If he can't have her as his queen, he'll have no one."

"I know." You cleared your throat, banishing what was stuck there. "I know the story."

"Then?" Jongho's voice was clogged with something heavy.

You pasted a smile on your face. "Like you said. I want to put down roots. I'm tired, Jongho. My soul is tired. I want consistency. I want the best consistency. I want to be a part of the Kingsguard. I don't want to be Queen."

Jongho's hands shook as his hand encompassed yours. He pulled it away from his cheek but he didn't let it go. "Who do you want then?"

"If the question is who, then, I think I should be drunk and you should be congratulating me on becoming a part of the Kingsguard."

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The dinner was arranged in the great hall. Everyone was present. Jongho laid forward his case. Surely a knight who could disarm him could become one of the Kingsguard.

"But she's not one of us," Wooyoung was quick to say.

Seonghwa frowned. "I thought you loved men AND women."

Wooyoung shook his head. "In bed, Seonghwa. That doesn't mean that applies to--THAT'S NOT WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!"

Seonghwa flinched as Wooyoung slammed his tankard against the table. "Well, what do you mean?"

"She wasn't here. She didn't fight the old Kingsguard. She didn't watch--"

"Wooyoung."

Mingi, at the head of the long table, stopped Wooyoung before he could bring up the one great tragedy in the King's life. His fingers were steepled, his eyes in deep thought.

"What do you think, Seonghwa?"

Seonghwa grinned toothily, "Can the King really have too many guards?"

It was simple but effective.

"Your Majesty--"

Mingi raised a hand to halt Jongho. "I already made my decision."

Wooyoung sat down heavily, a smug look painted on his face. "That's what I'm saying. Mingi understands."

"On your feet, Hedge Knight."

You stood. You bowed at the waist, arm tucked against your stomach. "Your majesty."

"You are not dismissed."

Wooyoung's mouth made an 'o' in surprise. "Sorry--what?!"

"When was the last time someone disarmed Jongho?" Mingi asked.

Seonghwa's eyes moved back and forth in thought, as if he was searching his memories. "San?"

Everyone suddenly sported a ghost of a smile. Everyone except for you but you were used to being left out when it came to stories of the days of old.

"It was the fight for who would become Captain," Wooyoung recalled. "San disarmed him. He had that stupid grin he got when he won anything. And he said something horribly disgraceful like 'A bear can't defeat a mountain'."

Mingi's dark eyes studied you. It took everything in you to not tremble. Everything depended on this moment. "San was a good knight. So is Jongho."

Seonghwa's head swung between his companions and then his gaze landed on you. "So is she, apparently."

Mingi stood up suddenly, clapping his hands together. "Then it's decided."

"Fine!" Wooyoung agreed, quite grumpy. "Fine, she can join. But I don't have to like it."

"But I thought--" Seonghwa looked confused again.

"In bed, Seonghwa!" Wooyoung threw up his hands in the air. "Can we vote on kicking Seonghwa out as well?"

Jongho slapped Wooyoung behind the head for his remark.

"You may kneel, Hedge--" Mingi cut himself off, smiling endearingly, "I suppose you are no longer a Hedge Knight."

The king knighted you, amongst the bickering knights, Jongho and the crackling of the large fire. You became a knight of the kingsguard amongst the shadows and the camaraderie. You were a part but not. It was an interesting conundrum.

"What shall you pick as your symbol as a knight of the kingsguard?" Mingi asked curiously.

You smiled, "Why, a robin."

You watched as Mingi absorbed your words. Watched them sink into his consciousness and ring the bell of awareness. "A robin? I knew someone once who loved robins."

"I saw a robin take flight this morning, Your Majesty. It is a symbol of new beginnings. It seems fitting."

Mingi's eyes were unfocused. He was no longer present but living a memory that haunted him. You grew satisfied that she wasn't forgotten, at least. Mingi shook his head and returned back to the present. "Yes. And luck. And spring."

"Stupid," Wooyoung spit onto the floor. "Who's going to be afraid of a Robin?"

Mingi's eyes grew stormy. Wooyoung avoided his gaze immediately.

"What did Yeosang used to say about Wooyoung's fox symbol?" Seonghwa wondered.

"He used to say," Jongho's mouth twisted into a smirk, "That at least you wouldn't be surprised when his dagger was in your back. Typical tricksy fox antics."

Wooyoung crossed his arms and sunk into his chair, clearly unsatisfied. "I never stabbed anyone in the back. Ever."

Jongho chuckled, slapping Wooyoung shoulder companionably. "Exactly. Everyone always overestimated you. Now they'll underestimate her."

"Oh, that's smart," Seonghwa said out loud, eating again.

"Can we drink now?" Jongho's eyes were merry, dancing in happiness, "I believe some congratulations are in order."

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"I can't…" Jongho faltered on his words but it was simply because he needed to weigh them with his worries. "I cannot have you for just this one night."

You paused disrobing him, hands on the hem of his shirt. You looked around in thought. "There could be other nights, depending on whether you prove the wench's true."

"Don't jest, please, in this one moment, I beg of you." Jongho took both your hands into his own hands.

"Why do you think I'm joking?"

"This is a matter of the heart, for me." He brought your hands to his lips and kissed them. "There can only be no night of this or every night of this."

"Do you question my dedication, Captain?" You raised an eyebrow.

Jongho shook his head. "I don't want to be your captain. Not here."

"Jongho."

Jongho's eyebrows furrowed. He sported that same expression from before; like he was hurting. "I would do anything for you." He moved to his knees, to be supplicant before you. He brought your hands to his lips again. "You own my heart."

You bent over at the waist. Your own flowing shirt had come loose awhile ago. Your corset held it in place but the ties at your chest had come undone. Jongho's eyes greedily ate up your revealed skin. You knew you were the one in power, at this moment.

"Should I take it then?"

Jongho's eyes, sincere and serious, found yours. "If I could rip it from my chest and give it to you myself, I would."

"Good thing that isn't necessary to prove your words. Otherwise that would look quite bad on my part, hmmm? The captain dying in my bed chambers? My newly given bed chambers?" You giggled. "Are we christening my bedchambers, Captain?"

Jongho yanked on your hands, bringing you tumbling into his body. "I seem to remember asking you to be serious." He wasn't truly angry. He was using his strength to his advantage. No, you had let him use his strength to his advantage.

You pouted. "You're no fun, Jongho, truly."

Jongho captured your chin firmly between his fingers. "I will be kissing that pout off your face now, my love."

"Okay," You whispered.

You let Jongho take what he needed. With every brush of his fingers, every lick, he was telling you how he loved you. The hollow of your throat was marked with love bites. Your breasts were squeezed with enthusiasm that only a starved man was capable of. His hands enjoyed manhandling your waist, feeling it in between and to claim as his. Lips trailed along your thighs, small growls erupting from his throat when you attempted to close them on his head when he wasn't done with you yet. Jongho didn't want to fornicate with you, he wanted to make love to your body.

This was a moment you had anticipated. It was a part of the plan. What you had not calculated for was the reverence this man had for you. There was not one inch of skin that he didn't want to pray to. When Jongho said he loved you, he meant every single piece that made you you. He even kissed the softness of your eyelids, murmuring to the veins there. You had not calculated how Jongho's love would affect you.

"Jongho, Jongho," You chanted his name.

He blinked slowly, as if he was coming up from a daydream. "Tell me what is lacking. I can do it."

You couldn't help but snicker at him. He thought that you were trying to tell him how to correct a wrong but you were attempting to pull the love from this lovemaking. "Nothing. You lack nothing but it seems you are neglecting yourself."

Jongho shook his head. "I only need you."

You put a hand on his chest, fingers curling along his collarbones. "You have me. But you have not allowed me to return the favor."

"No." His voice was hoarse as your hands skimmed up his thighs as he lay beside you on the bed.

"No?" You found him hard at the junction of his thighs and he breathed in sharply when you took him in your hand. "How could you deny me this?" You slowly stroked him and Jongho groaned, tossing his head back in ecstasy. "So velvety soft but so hard." You squeezed him gently and Jongho cried out.

"Don't--" He hissed as you stroked him again. "I do not want to coat your hand with my seed."

"What about my mouth then?" You asked cheekily.

"No," Jongho grunted.

He pushed you to your back, placing his body between your thighs. "I would feel your wet softness, feel you around me." His adam's apple bobbed. "Let me have you. Truly."

You raised yourself so that you could capture his lips with yours. He let you delve into his mouth, taste the wine he had imbibed on. Jongho took everything you gave of him. "I already told you, Jongho. You have me."

Your legs were spread widely to receiving Jongho. He sunk into you, eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to not burst before he could reside inside of you. "Beloved," Jongho whispered.

You caressed his face. "I'm here, Jongho. I'm here."

Jongho opened his eyes at the first thrust. His upper lip twitched as a snarl left his mouth. "You are mine."

You lifted your hips for the second thrust and Jongho snarled again. "Yours. All yours, love."

His arms caged you but it was not a trap. You felt safe in his embrace. His hips moved with accuracy only a skilled lover was knowledgeable in. One hand pushed down your thigh, spreading you even wider for him. "You take me so well," Jongho marvelled.

"Those other girls didn't know what they were getting into, Jongho," You chuckled and then gasped as Jongho made you see stars behind your eyelids. "God."

"Tell me," Jongho whispered.

"So--so good," You whimpered. "You fill me so well. I feel so full. You--" You gasped again as another sharp thrust pushed you towards your goal. "You are stroking me in just the right place. I've never--hnnnnn--never had a lover--Jongho, god. How--how am I supposed to--speak of--?" Your mind became a jumble of unfinished sentences. That part was not faked. He was truly making you speechless with each thrust.

Jongho gathered you so that you sat up with him. You were practically cross-eyed staring back at him. Every gasp of yours painted his mouth moist with your breath. Your chests were pressed up against each other, hard to your soft. There was barely a gap between the two of you and that was exactly what Jongho wanted.

"My world is yours. My breath is yours. I cannot live if your heart does not beat. I once thought Mingi a fool for leaving his kingdom heirless but now I know why. His truth. I could never lose you. I would rather lose myself before I let that happen. I would see you climax all night before I saw even one."

"Jongho, no," You disagreed.

Jongho smiled. It showed the pink of his gums but the quaint way his eyes squeezed close in glee punched the air out of your lungs. He was genuinely happy in this one moment. "Do not worry about me."

You slapped his chest lightly. "And who was the one who insisted we remain serious?"

Jongho consumed your lips in a rush of love that thrummed through him. Your bodies met again and again and then Jongho was consuming your sighs of satisfaction. You came around him, walls fluttering around him, taking him for all he was worth. Jongho wasn't far behind you, holding your hips hard against his so that he could bury himself deep inside of you. You remained like that for a while. Jongho was busy running his hand up and down the indent of your spine and you were keen on playing with his hair at the nape of his neck. The intimacy of remaining wound together like this was not lost on either of you.

"Will you let me love you for all my days?" Jongho asked softly.

"Your love will be alive in my heart even after," You promised.

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It was the following evening when you sprung your plan into motion. You offered to take Jongho's late night shift. You smiled sweetly at him and told him of how you wanted to creep into your bed late at night and find him sleeping there. So Jongho let you change shifts with guarding the king and then there was nothing in the way of exacting your revenge.

Mingi had not died quietly, which you had not cared about but it did bring Wooyoung and Seonghwa straight to the King's bedchambers just as you finished wiping your dagger clean.

Seonghwa fell upon Mingi's body with an earth-shattering sob that would have made even the angels cry along with him. Wooyoung grabbed you and called for the lesser guards for manacles. They had you in the hallway outside the King's bedchambers in minutes.

Wooyoung beat you while he sobbed with his teeth biting down on his lower lip. "How could you?"

One of the lesser guards had gone to wake up the captain and when Jongho saw you on your knees with your hands behind your back and Wooyoung swinging his hands at your head, he broke into a full fledged run.

"Wooyoung!"

Wooyoung's arm went out to bar Jongho's way. Jongho was so consumed with getting to you that he clearly didn't think that he could simply break through it. "She is not one of us," Wooyoung said for the umpteenth time.

"What do you mean, she's not one of us?" Jongho demanded.

"Mingi is dead, Jongho."

Jongho shook his head. "He's not."

"Tell that to Seonghwa. He can't let go of the corpse."

That seemed to slap the reality into Jongho. "What?"

"She killed him."

"No."

You spit some blood out of your mouth and cackled. "I did."

"No. She doesn't know what she's talking about."

"She's not looking to hide it, Jongho." Wooyoung lifted his hand to slap you but Jongho stopped him.

"Touch her again and I'll have your balls," Jongho threatened.

You smiled widely, pleased that the bear had his collar around his neck and he didn't even know it. "I told you, Wooyoung."

Wooyoung gripped Jongho by his upper arms. "You are the Captain of the guard. You are the best of us. Mingi is dead. Dead on your watch! San never--"

Jongho punched Wooyoung. "Do not speak my brother's name."

"Hongjoong taught us all better, Jongho, what is wrong with you?" Wooyoung raged, spittle dropping from his mouth like an animal. "Did Yunho not sacrifice himself so that Mingi would remain alive? He took a blade meant for our prince." Wooyoung pushed Jongho away. "The wrong brother died that night."

"Wooyoung." Jongho didn't seem to understand how Wooyoung could even say those things.

Wooyoung pointed at you, throwing his entire arm. "She killed Mingi, Jongho. She was guarding the King and instead she slipped a dagger under his ribs. She reached both of her arms into his body so that she could carve his heart out of his chest. She didn't just kill him, she decided he couldn't even have the honour of dying with his heart in his chest!"

Jongho's eyes swung back to you. "How?"

"Why, love. Why is the correct question."

"Love!" Wooyoung threw his hands up in the air. "It's all a lie! She never loved you!"

Jongho focused back on Wooyoung once again. "You don't know that."

"She lured you into her embrace, Jongho, why can't you see that?" Wooyoung pushed his hands through his hair, tugging on the ends in frustration. His hands were coated with blood, so it only made his hair stick up more.

"You say your goodbyes. I'll give you that." Wooyoung's face had grown cold. He strode away a few feet, turning his back on the two of you.

"Why?" Jongho asked like he was a broken man.

"I am not a hedge knight, Jongho. I have never wandered this godforsaken land. I had not stepped one foot into this kingdom until only a few months ago. I have been training my whole life to keep my sister safe. She was the one who was going to rule our kingdom and I was going to protect her. We were going to correct our father's wrongs. But guess who decided he was going to fall in love with her? The goddamn silver haired wolf who condemned my sister to a death she did not earn."

The dawning on Jongho's face would have been almost comical, if you were in the laughing mood. "Your sister was Mingi's love."

Tears were streaming down your blood-splattered cheeks as you recalled your sister. "She was kind. She was so gentle. My symbol, the robin, was her favorite bird. Father broke pieces off of her with each cruelty he committed against her and still she would smile. When Father found out that Mingi and my sister had fallen in love, she never smiled again. She spent months--" You gasped in air at the memory of the torture your own father had inflicted on your sister. "--when he finally got the entire story of how she and Mingi were going to bring the two warring kingdoms together; how they were going to marry and make children…"

Then it really struck Jongho who you truly were. "You're the Queen."

You giggled. "I told you I didn't want to be Queen. I never wanted it. It was her duty in life. But when I killed my father and became Queen, I swore I would have my revenge. How is it that your kingdom remains peaceful and content and cozy and happy when my whole life has burned down around my ears. How is it that Mingi gets to live when my sister is dead? Where is the fairness in that?"

"Time's up," Wooyoung interrupted. "If you don't kill her. I will." A fresh wail came from inside Mingi's chambers and that made Wooyoung wince. "Our life's work… everything we strived for. The power-hungry king dead, replaced by Mingi, who only wanted to make the world safe. San, Yunho, Yeosang and Hongjoong all dead so that we could do that. We are all that's left. We did it. Mingi became king and we kept him alive. All that and now it's all gone."

"I can't let you do this." Jongho's eyes searched your face.

"Do you think I care about anything after this? I don't even have the luxury of seeing my sister in the afterlife. I don't care. The scales are balanced. If I cannot have my sister, the true queen of my homeland, then you cannot have your good King Mingi. You cannot," You vowed.

Jongho turned around. He wasn't talking to you. He unsheathed his sword and walked towards Wooyoung. Wooyoung's eyes widened in surprise but only temporarily. "Jongho, surely you cannot be serious? She will be the last one to die tonight. Not anymore of us."

"I cannot let you kill her, Wooyoung." Jongho stood firm before you.

Wooyoung shook his head but his arms were at the ready by his sides. "No, Jongho. No! It'll hurt but she must die. She killed the remainder of the good in this world! She must answer for her crimes."

"She is mine. She is the other half of my heart. If you kill her, you are killing me. I cannot let you do that."

Jongho rushed in a moment, without a hint or a shout. He rammed into Wooyoung's chest, slamming him into the wall and causing the knight to slump against the wall. But Wooyoung had fought by Jongho for all of his life. He knew what Jongho would do. So Wooyoung had pulled the dagger from his thigh before Jongho could run at him. And so, Wooyoung had slammed the dagger into Jongho's back just as Jongho's shoulders had hit his chest. Jongho slid to his knees as Wooyoung gasped as if he had broken ribs.

You had prepared to die. You had even prepared for Jongho to be the one to kill you. But you had not prepared for Jongho to die in front of you to stop Wooyoung from killing you. You breathed in deeply and let out a violent shout. You jumped up, your knees hitting your chest and swung the manacles out to the front of your body. It took you two large steps until you were in front of Wooyoung and then with another pain-wracking yell, you swung your manacles against Wooyoung's forehead. He crumpled to the floor immediately but you didn't wait to see him hit the ground.

You were immediately on Jongho, pressing your hands to each side of his cheek, as much as your manacles would allow. "You are an idiot." You cried. The tears for your sister felt different then your tears for Jongho.

You didn't dare pull the knife in his back out. You knew he would bleed to death if you did. But the blood painting Jongho's lips were no joke either. He could have a punctured lung. "Why? I killed your king. I killed Mingi. Why did you attack Wooyoung?"

"I told you," Jongho coughed uncomfortably. "I would do anything for you."

"You betrayed everything you love!" You shouted.

"You are everything I love," Jongho insisted.

Somewhere between your pain for revenge and your determination to finish it, you had committed to your character too much. You became the knight who fell in love with her captain. You needed it to be believable. You needed Jongho to believe it with his entire heart and he did. So you had condemned your own heart to the same fate.

"You are everything I love," You said back to him. You kissed him softly, sobs still wracking through your body.

"I know," Jongho smiled through his pain.

Your sister's smile through the pain superimposed over Jongho's and you felt your heart break for the second time in your life.

"Will you let me love you for all my days?" Jongho asked softly.

"Your love will be alive in my heart even after," You promised.

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